The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1915-05-19
the BABY
BY OLIVE BARTON.

Copyright, 1914. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate)
The great singer was spending her |
short vacation in an unusual way. |
1t might be said also that 1t had been |
none of her own choosing. What did |
she know of baby food, or mending |
holes in Johnnie's stockings as big as
buckwheat cakes? How did she know
how many days F1ossie should wear
the same petticoat?
The whole three were in bed now,
and the great singer relaxed luxu-
riously. She knew no one in the
town. so there was little danger of
callers.
Her thoughts we're as busy as the
fingers of the little maid of all work.
now doing dishes audibly in the
kitchen. She was thinking how odd
it was for her to be there at ALL
A telegram had been responsible.
/ Sister Jane and her husband William
I had been called away by trouble in
Williams family. There had been no
one else to ask to look after the chill
dren. She had never even seen the
| baby!
! Steps suddenly sounded on the
little front porch like so many bangs
on bass drum. Tillie, out in the
kitchen. heard and was at the door
before her temporary mistress could
stop her.
rs this where Miss Farrell Is stay
ing?" asked a mans voice
joel" exclaimed Miss Farrell i'm
patiently. will he never learn that
there isn't bit of use in chasing
after me, wherever l go?"
Joe stamped off the snow noisily
and came inside. He came in big,
glowing and clumsy. The little room
seemed full before he got farther than
the doorway. Peggy; in her chair be
fore the fire, half turned-just enough
for him to see the top-loftical express
I sion.
y Peggy" he exclaimed delightedly
v coming forward
: Good evening, Joe," evenly. "Yor
chose nice night to come so far
|. Won't you sit DOWN."
, Joe sat down on the other side O
: the fireplace. You look awful,
sweet, Peggy. Aren't you glad to Sc,
: me?"
y MOI" deliberately.
II wouldn't have come-only
S thought of something after-afte
7. we'd been talking the other night"
O. She didn't answer
IS You see,' shifting uneasily, "if yo
d would marry me, you could go ahea
a with your singing Just the same a
ever. You could sing just as well a
Margaret Farrell Sturtevant, as yo
e can as Margaret Farrell. Nov
II couldn't you? That wouldn't be il
terfering with your career, would II
le and, Peggy, you used to care a littl
s. for mel"
m She watched the fire a minute. r,
IN lenting. It's hard to be cross wit
You, Joe. You just won't let peopl
of will you? I'm going to be extra mic
:. now and explain.
q You see. Joe, your plan won't wor
! for hundred reasons. You love
home. You're regular home ma
If there ever was one. l can't mall
ol a home. 1t isn't in me. / hate ever
III thing about house. / love nv mus
re better than anything on earth, and
in can't give it up"
What she really meant was that Il
intoxication of public homage was
. sensation she would not care to r
= nounce.
"All right, my girl, you're the dc
tori" Joe got up and looked at h
watch. Il didn't suppose it was mu,
use. but thought I'd make one mo
s try. l won't bother you again. eve
- Goodnight, Peggy, I've Just time +
II my train"
He was gone! Peggy turned O
the light and sat watching the fire.
I guess I'll get the baby her bot,
and go to bed" she yawned.
A week passed Peggy was eetti
expert on mending kneeless stockin,
sorting clothes and bathing babies
neYec sec med to hea stasr any mo