The Washington herald., 1914-04-23

was a baby crying somewhere in that
court.
II hope some one will 20 to IT soon
thought Doris. She listened. all atten-
ton. The night wRsr warm and the wIdi-
dows open in most Of the apartments
She decided that the child's cry came
| from the room next her own boudoir
A fire escape practically. Joined the two
| rooms.
The crying continued and the small
voice began most imploring call for
''Mamma-Mamma, dear"
Doris became tense waiting for the
| footsteps of the mother that would as.
suredly rush to her baby's side. To
Doris there was nothing quite so won.
derful as a child. She had often wondered
II she would not spend every waking and
sleeping hour in alteration of one of her
own.
Heavy footsteps in the room so near her
own stopped her thoughts and arrested
her car. A deep. masculine voice was at
tempting to console the awakened baby.
There was a clumsy, unaccustomed kind
of a note in the mans efforts that SEEM
ed "nly to raise fresh outbursts. That
the man was-on the verge of distraction
was evident.
Doris laughed a trifie Historically SO
greet was her desire to step across that
fire escape, take the baby in her arms
and rock il to sleep
As last resort the man began sing
ing. Doris caught a swift breath. The
mans voice was SO big and grufr that
she feared the baby would roar its terror
to the entire neighborhood.
When she heard the words of the fer
rible little song that was serving as a
lullaby Doris shook with mirthless laugh
ter. There's a Bully Gone to Rest"
That seemed to be the only ditty known
to the man. He repeated il time and
again to the thud OF heavy boots.
The small. tenderly sweet voice of the
child demanded other music, 'Rock-a-
by-Baby, Bonnie Laddie-Bonnie Lad
die"'
Doris chok back the lump in her
throat. She knew not whether the pite-
Gus appeal OF the baby for its lullaby
or the efforts OF the man to satisfy II
aroused her emotion.
She could stand It no longer and step
ped out Of her window and across the
fire escape to that other apartment.
''Shss! she cautioned, peering into the
candle-lit room and discerning the man
just about to exit hurriedly. II will sing
the baby to sleep She stepped within
the darkened room. and leaning over the
crib crooned softly to the baby
Ahc OuI OF MS senses,
stood looking and listening to what SEEM
ed to be an angel visitant.
Finally he found voice to remark, His
mother said to give him a bottle IL he
woke UP. / was just about to get IL"
Put 1t in a tin of hot water for a
few minutes-until a drop OF milk is
warm on your wrist" Doris ordered
softly, and continued her singing.
Bonnie Ladder demanded the small
voice and Doris felt glad that she was
Scotch. and that the baby's command was
one she could fulfill.
. When David Rogers returned with the
bottle the baby was dozing of and the
girl took IL gently from his hand while
she sang MY Bonnie Highland Laddie"
in the most beautiful voice In the world.
Relieved that a woman had come to his
rescue. awed at the manner of her COM
Ing, spellbound at the picture she pre-
sented there beside the crib In the candle
light and thrilled to the soul because her
warm fingers had touched his when she
took the bottle, David seemed as one