The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1915-04-15
The BABY
BY OLIVE BARTON

The great singer VA.
81 short vacation in an u impending /.
1t might be said also tia, u !,
none Of her own CHOOSING II IA Sat
sne Know OF baby food, q, "aa d
holes in Johnnie's stocti, VI nsnts,
buckWheat cakes? How Sis a Is Val
how many days FTossie sSo s1s ha |
the same petticoat? 'uOuid Va
The whole three wera
and the great singer ~, - Oed %,
riously. She knew no oa 10
town so there was little I =. q y
callers. danger
Her thoughts were az h,.
fingers OF the little maid =, aa
now doing dishes audib ~ AZ soa
kitchen. She was thinkins . u
1t was for her 20 be there :, NOV nov VI
A telegram had been resna..
Sister Jane aid her husband p Tlsl
had been called away by tro %ll'a
williams family. There had T Sa
one else TO ask to look Aft. oeea b
baby! seen b
Steps suddenly sounded =.
little front porch like so maDv ~ % .
on a bass drum. TilHa o.. @as
kitchen, heard and was a, "a d
before her temporary mist,s. .' 0as
stop her. eoat
is, Is this where Miss Farrell /, 81.
ing?' asked a mans voice saf
Joe" exclaimed Miss r..
patiently. will he never lean earn n
there isn't a bit of use in cS n -
after me, wherever co." 'A'sas
Joe stamped of the snov
and came inside. He CANA !. s ~
glowing and clumsy. The littls ,,.s
seemed full before he got farths, ' NV
tne NORWAY Peggy; in her chair !.
Tore the fire, half turned-just 60
sion. eAp'a
Peggy" he exclaimed deligb,.s,,
coming forward.
Good evening, Joe," evenly ",
chose a nice night to come "a ~
Won't you sit down."
Joe sat down on the other GA. :,
he fireplace. you look avt,u,
ne?" =" W
mo-" deliberately.
Il wouldn't have come-on,, I,
thought OF something after-ss.
we'd been talking the other night.
She didn't answer.
You see." shifting uneasily. q, ",
would marry me, you could 20 ahs,s
With your singing Just the same q
yer. You could sing Just as wen !,
Margaret Farrell Sturtevant. a. van
an as Margaret Farrell. Nav
ouidnt you? That wouldn't Be h.
with your career, would n,
nd, Peggy, you used to care a littJ,
or mel"
She watched the fire a minuts N
enting. It's hard to be cross via
GU, Joe. You just won't let peouls
'ill you? I'm going to be extra nice
ow and explain.
You see. Joe, your plan won't vurt|
DR. a hundred reasons. You love d
ONE. You're a regular home man
there ever was one. can't maks|
home. 1t isn't in me. I hate ever
hing about a house. I love my music
etter than anything on earth. and 1
ant give it up"
What she really meant was that ths|
ltoxication of public homage was d
she would not care to rel
ounce.
All right, my girl, you're the doc
'r!" Joe got up and looked At hh|
atch. Il didn't suppose it was much
Sc, but | thought I'd make one more
y. l won't bother you again. ever.
Goodnight, Peggy. I've just time for
y train"
He was gone! Peggy turned out
lie light and sat watching the fire.
Il guess I'll get the baby her bottle
Id go to bed" she yawned.
A week passed. Peggy was getting
Ipert on mending kneeless stocking
'rting clothes and bathing babies. u
ever seemed to be a bother any more
hen one night the baby got sick. yer!
ok.
The doctor and trained nurse hast
summoned took it philosophicaip,
ying there was an equal chance Oh
e and death. But Peggy. q poor
nite, stricken thing, never leaving
e side of the little crib, thought the
orld was ending.
Morning brought a change for the
tier. The baby would live! Peg
slipped silently away to her room
d sat thinking in the cold. vinu'
wn.
Mr.. Joseph Sturtevant was just set
ng himself for nice winters morn
nap. The telephone rang. He Wa'
AXE in an instant.
rs that you, Joe? This is Fegu'
have changed my mind. And thar
I'm going to tell you until yo'
me out and hear for YOURSELF!