New-York tribune., 1920-10-24

seacle. neither willing to be even so
nstie separated from her in the
o'ners favor-to such gingerly
measurlngs of an eyelash were they
reduced by the continuous balance
IN which Julia energetically labored
to maintain them. But the space
was narrow, and Newland Sanders
IN a not hurry to crowd by; his
eioow smote the perambulator's TOP,
lowered to protect the slumberer.
and the baby awoke, uttering plain
tive little cries. Newland gave not
thought, but hastened on with
9ulla and Mr.. Ridgely, for Julia had
begun to set the pace briskly. her
state OF mind being in strong con-
tradiction to the set cheerfulness
she preserved upon that harmful
race OF hers. Inwardly her atten-
ton was concentrated as she after
ward explained, upon the struggle to
survive sanely a trying experience.
Il kept saying to myself" she said
Il kept saying: If I only live
through this without going crazy!"
In her preoccupation she did not mo-
t'ce the protests of the baby behind
her. ''''N
But Florence did! Here she not
only might crafty her profound
motherliness, but she could perform
some of the grandest grown-up ees-
tlculatlons possible to newly thir-
teen, feminine-and with the ad-
mlred Noble Dill for a gallery! She
rushed upon the perambulator.
Jerked the occupant into semi-up-
right position upon his bottled pil-
low and began to soothe hin-at
least histrionically-in a tone of
voice which the baby found unfa-
miliar, threatening and wild.
100 ippsy dollin'!" Florence vocif-
Grated, lowering, patting, running
from one side of the perambulator to
the other and back again. "Oh. 90
ippsy' peshus, dollin' sim! Is she
frightened lef' out all alone on a
nassy bid street! Nussin' hurtums
mummsie's peshus, ippsy babeums,"
Then she stood at the foot of the
perambulator, and first raised her
arms high overhead; then, shouting,
brought them down, and stopping
suddenly, clasped the baby's chest
with vigorous hands.
"Oooth itty, ippsy, itchy, Cool
Oooth itty, ippsy, itchy, Coo."
The terrified baby gasped in hor-
ror; then, finding it's lungs, screamed
to the utmost. Florence continued
tc reassure it with calisthenics.
perhaps we'd better be going
on" Noble suggested nervously.
"The others have turned the corner.
She-they"---
But Florence lifted the baby from
its carriage and swung it dangerous
ly to and fro, and up and down, in
the air. "Rockums by baby" she
sang. That is, her intention was
musical. "Rockums by baby in ums
tree top
Noble became little more press
ing, though timidly so. "She-they
really might get away from US alto
gether," he said. WED better"-
Florence replaced the baby in the
carriage, where it's vehemence did
not abate. She was incapable of
parting from it.
"Oh, l. couldn't leave poor little
Sarah alone like this, Mr.. Dill" she
explained importantly. Gust look.
Sitting all alone out here on the
sidewalk in front of a vacant lot
with nobody at all anywheres
around" Then she remembered a
grown-up phrase that would do
handsomely. why, her mother
would never forgive me in the
world"
But her mother or her nurse or
somebody has probably just gone
somewhere for a minute Or
why, how could we teN?" the de-
termined girl inquired reproachfully.
ITS my own second cousin, little
Sarah Atwater Burgess, and they
have rery careless colored darky
nurse for her. She might not come
back for her at all. Oh, l couldn't
leave her like this, Mr. Dill"
"But the nurse might not come
back for long time" Noble sug-
gested desolately, looking over his
shoulder in the direction of the cor
ner where the rest of the walking
party had vanished. "I'm afraid if
we don't hurry
"I'll tell you what we'll do" said
Florence with brightest enthusiasm
"Well take her with us! We can't
leave her here, and I'd just love
TO take her along. We can take her
with us on the walking party, and