The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-03-08
ACCOUNT OF BABY
BY MARGUERITE RAND.

Little Mrs. Fenway sat alone In her
pretty living room, too miserable even
TO wipe away the tears that rolled
steadily down her cheeks. Unheeded.
they splashed upon the new Bingham
dress that she had bought only week
ago because Tom liked to see her In
pink and white. Even the baby's
gurgling laugh out Oh the porch could
not win n smile from her; indeed, II
added to her wretchedneSs, for was
not the baby, that most adorable bit
Of humanity, the cause of all her
trouble?
"Oh, dear" wept Mrs. Fenway. IL
wouldn't have believed that Tom could
be so brutal What shall ! dot oh,
I'm so miserable!"
Suddenly, like n ray Of hope. came
the thought Of Aunt Marcia.
"She always helped me out Of my
troubles mt school perhaps she can
think Of some way to help me now"
Dabhing some powder on her nose,
and hoping that no one would notice
her red eyes, she hurried to the tele-
graph station. and on hour later Aunt
Marcia was thrown into CONSERVATION
by the following message:
Am In dreadful trouble. Can't
you come at once? Dot"
The old lady was busy preserving
peaches, but with visions of terrible
culnmities before her, she left the
fruit to It's fate, hastily packed Il bag
and responded to her nicce's call.
"Well, Dot, what's the matter?" she
asked as soon us the first greetings
were over Mercy! how you fright
ened me! Is the baby slckT"
Dot shook her head.
"Well, is anything the matter with
Tom? Where Is he2 For heavens
sake, tell me what the trouble Isl"
At these questions the tiOod-gates
opened again. and between sohs Dot
gnsped: II don't know. He hasn't
been home for three whole days and
nights"
mot come home I" echoed Aunt
Marcia In establishment. "Why notT'
We've quarreled," groaned Dot.
Just because | love the baby 40
much lie says won't go anywhere.
or have any fun, or--or do anything.
"Well, l. II true?' asked Aunt Mar
ella hriskly.
Maybe II is acknowledged Dot.
"Rut how can bear te leave 10Y
bahyi Hes So adorable. Why. Aunt
Marcia, even when he's asleep It's
lovely Just TO sit by bis crib and watch
him breathing softly. Tom thought 40
ut first, but now he wants 10 60 oui
| g tleaic"s end JIDners instead of
: dsylhg nj hoiSa with our own lovely,
precious baby"
"ob, good heavens" calculated
Aunt Marcia. You don't SUPPOSE
| Tom Fenways whole nature il
! changed just because sou and he have
! a baby, DO your Tom was always IN,
most popular fellow in town. al
course, he isn't going TO settle dowr
n, home With nothing TO dc but hans
over n bubS's crudle-evcn Ms fine ,
baby as Tom. Jr.," finished Aunt Mar
ella proudly.
That's Just what he snld--that h,
couldn't spend all his time hanging
over bahys crib. our own darling
baby, Oh, wasn't he brutal?"
Not bit Of H." laughed Aun
Marcia. He's sensible. Now lool
heye, you don't want TO lose Tom al
together, 10 Your
mo. no. cried Dot mlserahly. g
couldn't live without Tom Her eye
wideued with sudden fear. "Why, yct
don't thing"
"Yes, ! do" Aunt MRrcIs's ton
was decisive. "rom'S bound to ~
joy life, and IL you won't STARE hi
pleasures, some 0ue else Will. luai
better make up with him, that's m
advice Ths nurse IN competent I
take care If the baby, isn't shaf'
Yes" Dot spoke slowly, "sh
knows mere about hsbIes than d,
,io want Tom Ia e"me home, hat
can't ask him 10. don't believe n
ioy-s NE or III. baby. or he wonIdn
have gone sway"
, Nonsense" Aunt Marcia lAusiie
ruthlessly, you hate t0 give In, that
all; hut sAu'd better psrket tes'
pride. Doesn't he come IL wee N
M. Rot here" sobbed bet ~
said he wouldn't until GHs resdy {
Al nv what he csllS sensible. B1t h
stups In the park every day whe
baby ia out with his nurse. can ~
them from my window"
, "Nens'. suggested Aunt MAr'4l
cant you walk through the park Ell
pretend that you've met him by ace
= denty
hot pOndered n mOmelit, rhen n mi
chieyOuS sullle bruught out the lin
, pies IN her checks.
n Late next afternoon Aunt Mare
sat sewing IN the living room whs
Dot danced In, her eyes shining NJ
+ big hox NJ roses IN her hands. u
stairs cheerful whistle sonnd'
from Toms room.