The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1918-06-11
Confessions
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A LITTLE HAND SHALL LEAD
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Jim looked so hurt that | could
not help laughing. Then I bore
you, Margie," he said.
Nothing of the kind, was
afraid il you were here alone we
would talk business and tonight
I'm trying to forget business and
sorrow and everything, except
that 1t is June and the moon is
shining over there thru the trees"
go on" said Jim, with a queer
intent look.
That is ALL" finished some
what lamely and then to change
the sentimental atmosphere l seLt
up for Richard Waverly III.
Usually go up to the nursery
and undress and put Dicky to bed
myself, but that night l had said
to the nurse that after she had
prepared him for sleep, to bring
him into the sun room and /
would bid him goodnight there.
/ confess l wanted all the visit
ors to see him-because you and
know, little book, that 1t is not
because | am his mother-but
everyone else must think the same
thing when they see him. and that
is. that Richard Waverly III Is
the sweetest baby ever was born.
1t is over seven months now
since he was born and his pink
and whiteness-his darling dark
fringed gray eyes and his red hair,
make him the most adorable baby
that one ever crushed against
ones mouth.
And he never cries, except
when he thinks he is i'll treated.
Even then 1t is not a hurt cry, he
Just sets up a yell that makes
everyone understand he~ wants
something and wants it when he
wants 1t.
Already I see the ghost of Dicks
crooked smile curling up one cor
ner of the cherubic mouth and
sometimes feel 1t is Dick that Ia
looking at me out of the baby
eyes.
You see, little book. what I get
on the subject Of Richard Waiver
ly III l never know when to stop.
l could not stay annoyed with
Jim when I saw his eyes brighten
as Dicky was brought in. For
some reason the rest of the folks
were late and Jim and I were
there all alone.
Let me take him, Margie."
said Jim.
"What?" I asked incredulously,
for / had never in my whole life
seen a man who cared to hold a
tiny baby.
II said," answered Jim almost
wistfully, "let me take him."
Without a word / took Richard
Waverly III out of his nurses
arms and laid him in the arms OF
Jim.
OF course Jim handled him GIN
gerly, but he did it as tho he
liked it, and altho he winked aw-
fully fast when, for moment,
Dicks baby's unconscious mouth
Horned one of Dicks wry smiles,
a tear fell on the little downy
head.
Silently l held out my arms. My
tears were falling so fast l could
not see. but I felt the tiny helpless
body, as Jim handed the baby over
and I convulsively Rugged him to
my breast.
| "Margie, l did not mean to
make you cry" said Jim some
what TREMENDOUSLY, "but when that
blessed infant looked up at me
and smiled so like his father, why
I just made fool of myself, that
was ALL"
| 81 am not crying, dear Jim,"
said, because | am unhappy.
think perhaps l am happiest since
lDick died, tonight. 1t makes me
SO proud to know that you thot so
much of Dick that the sight of
his miniature in the form of his
son will bring tears to your eyes"
"If Dicks son plays the game as
fairly as did his father, Margie,"
said Jim earnestly, some other
mans eyes will fill when he real
ICES that his friend will never
smile af him again"