Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-06-10

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The court Of the apartment house was
unusually quiet.
Doris Vane marveled at this fact whlle
she sat beside her open window. She
was glad Of the stiffness because IT gay
her a moment to concentrate on the sit
uation that was troubling her. She was
contemplating the ~advisability of marry
ing Edward Kelly, and the thought mad
Its drawbacks and its charm.
Doris had met the society nan at a re
ception. she herself had been the soloist,
and Kelly had sought her acquaintance;
Il have everything to offer you, he
had said not 10 minutes earlier when
he had left her at the door of her spall
apartment. 'You need struggle no longer
with your music; i will lavish everything
II doubt if you could buy me happl-
ness" Doris had answered In a musing
voice.
Ing to answer as she sat in the darkness
and stiffness of the court. Certainly, it
would be as easy Easy; to love We a aa man with
Out of the silence came the appealing
cry of an infant. Doris raised her head
to a listening attitude. Edward Kelly
WAS f cry;0a s]ord instansly;; in t Hhsre eov was a
"I hope some one will go to it soon"
thought Doris. She listened. alls atten-
ton. The night was warm and the win
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 a most imploring call for
"Mama-Mama, dear"
steps of the mother that would assuredly
rush to her baby's side. To Doris there
was nothing quite so wonderful as a child:
She had often wondered If she would not
spend every waking and sleeping hour IN
alteration of one of her own.
Heavy footsteps in the room so near her
pwn stopped her thoughts and arrested
attempting to console the awakened baby.
There was q clumsy, unaccustomed kind
Of q note In the mans efforts that seemed
man wal on the verge of distraction was
evident.
Doris laughed a trife hysterically. 30
great was her desire to step across that
| rock 1t to sleep.
AS a last resort the man began singing.
| Doris caught q swift breath. The mans
voice was 80 big and gruff that she feared
the baby would roar its terror to the
entire neighborhood.
When she hoard the words Of the terri
By Doris shook with mirthiess laughter.
There's q Bully Gone to Rest" That
seemed to be the only ditty known to
the u TIM man ,S,,d He e. 1 Sass a So 1t time and again
The small. tenderly sweet voice OF tho
child demanded other music. '.Rock-a.by-
Baby. Bonnie Ladna@Bonnie Ladder
throat. She Knew not whether the piteous
appeal tof the baby for its lullaby or the
| efforts of the man. to satisfy It reused
her emotion.
She could stand 1t no longer and stepped
out of her window and across the hre
escape to that other apartment.
'Shss!" she cautioned. peering into the
just about to exit hurriedly. II viii sing
the baby to sleep" h stepped within
crib crooned softly to the baby.
stood looking and listening to what seemed
to be an angel visitant.
Finally he found voice to remark His
mother said to give him a bottle + he
Put it in a tin of hot water for a few
| minutes-until a drop Of milk is warm on
your wrist" Doris ordered softly, and
Bonnie LaddieF' demanded the small
voice and Dar1s felt glad that she was
Scotch. and hat the baby's command
was one she could fulfill.
When David Rogers returned with the
girl took 1t gently from his hand while
she sans MY Bonnie Highland Laddiei
in the most beautiful voice in the world.
Relieved that a woman had come to
his rescue. rived at the nj OF her
| coming, s%pellbound at the picture she pre-
scented there beside the crib in t~hecandle-
light and thrilled to the soul because her
took the bottle. David seemed q one
bereft Of the power of speech.
Doris arranged The bottle In a slAnting
position that the bdby might drain Il
derinE look ct the beautiful paasylike
face, motioned David to quit the room
softly n wont noiBelessly out and into
J In the lixht Of the next day she viewed