The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-12

is not dead. 1t is in a convulsion. Give
it to me and run back to your apart
ment and bring me some warm blan-
kets."
| OF the six people at our little chatting
dish supper, so suddenly interrupted.
she was the only one who knew what
| to do. 1 had been able to quiet Mrs.
Testers hysteria by telling her at once
that the baby was not her own, as
she had so widely imagined, but was
| helpless before the baby's danger.
| Lillian's orders came thick and
fast.
Mrs. Graham, quick, get the wash
boiler, a foot bath, anything big enough
to put this baby in. Put some hot
water in it and bring it here. with
some dry mustard. Diclv. Harry,
Frank, one of you phone for a doc
tor. Daisy, stop crying and help me
here"
AS she spoke she had taken the baby
! from the maid and was deftly undress-
ing the tiny. rigid body.
1 rushed to the kitchen, to find
Katie already filling foot bath, a
relic of my boarding house days. with
hot water.
II hear, Missis Graham, tink got
| it ready queeck," she said as she
worked.
THAT was splendid Katie" I an
swered gratefully, snatching the mus
tard from its shelf and hurrying back
followed by Katie bearing the tub.
Daisy, take the baby a minute"
Mrs. Underwood laid the unconscious
infant in Mrs. Testers trembling arms
and pushing up her loose sleeve to
the shoulder, plunged her elbow into
the water.
"Just right" she commented. Here"
she held out her hand for the mustard.
| / handed it to her and she shook a
liberal portion into the water.
"Stir that around so that it will dis
solve" she said. As I did. so she took
the baby from Mrs. Testers arms
and, kneeling, immersed the little body
in the hot water.
Hold him while rub him." she said
to me. 1 obeyed her, but as 1 took
the baby in my arms she noticed my
face. / had never held a baby in my
life, and 1 was afraid 1 might drop or
injure it.
you can't hurt him." she said en-
lcouragingly. There! One hand under
his back; that's right
Katie" She was rubbing the tiny
limbs vigorously, yet tenderly, as she
spoke.
Eyes, Missis Underwood" Katie
dashed forward, eager. alert to help.
Bring me wooden blanket. We
can't wait for that idiot"
"All right" Katie dashed for my
bedroom door. but the appearance of
the maid laden with blankets stopped
her. She came back and, snatching a
blanket from the other girl, held it
ready for Mrs. Underwood's need.
Put it on the steam pipe. Katie"
Mrs. Underwood looked up an instant
and smiled at the girl-"and stand
right by it, ready to hand it to me
when / tell you"
She kept up her rubbing, while
held the baby, afraid to even breathe.
The maid had fallen on her knees and
was praying silently. Mrs. Lester, her
face showing her struggle between her
desire to help and her longing to rush
home to her own baby. was beside US.
Katie stood like a sentinel at the
steam pipe. Dicky was at the tele-
phone, where / could hear him trying
to get the number of physician in
the next block Mr.. Lester and Mr..
Underwood stood helplessly near him.
There Lillian's voice, in its relief.
betrayed the anxiety she had felt.
hes coming out Of il"
l could detect no movement of the
little body and looked inquiringly at
her.
His eyelids are twitching." she said
in. answer to my look.
Even as she spoke the limbs relaxed
the terrible blue look faded from the
little face and the baby gasped his
way back to life.
Quick, Katie, the blanket Hold the
warm side toward me-"
Katie rushed forward. obeying direc-
tons like soldier. As she reached
Mrs. TTnderwood's side Lillian lifted