New Britain herald., 1922-01-05

pals 10 trains. l suppose your fastidi- ous soul is cut to the quick because he has a little bit Of dirt on him and isn't brushed like Hughie Grantland's hair"
 His tone, even more than his words, seemed 10 raise tiny blisters on my mental eutlcle, I rose from the chair where l had flung myself in utter weariness. walked with as much dig nity as l could muster to my chid's side, and took him by the hand. "I Will Leave"
 Please tell Mrs. Cosgrove that I shall be late to supper" l said jelly. "1 shall have to give this child a full bath and change him from head 10 foot And his rompers are all packed away. l had counted upon his wear ing this the rest Of the day, You will pardon me, I am sure, for not read ing your mind correctly this morning, I, naturally, believed your assertion that you did not wish to escort Miss Dean to Kingston. I am extremely sorry that the care of the baby has been so irksome 10 you. Come, Junior"
 l took the baby's hand, pulled him toward me, and felt him jerked violently back again. The movement for I had not released the child brought me so close to my husband that our faces were almost touching, and to my excited imagination 1t seemed as If I could actually see tiny sparks glinting from his angry eyesf
 You'll get no chance to play the martyr-act this trip, my lady" he sneered T suppose your delicate constitution has been shattered by one motor drive and an hours packing. I'll take this child and wash him, and he'll wear this rig right in to the sup per table"
 If l had not known Dicky so we'll would have wilted abjectly at this point, for the thought of Junior ap- bearing before the assembled paying guests at supper in his present plight was not to be thought of. But T know that such an entrance would be even more horrifying, if possible, to fastiditous Dicky than it would be to me. so I felt safe in dropping the baby's hand. and walking toward the door, saying coolly:
 "Of course, you are the stronger physically. I could not tear the child away from you without hurting him, therefore l will leave him with you"
 "Let's Chuck the Row !''
 My hand was on the door knob, and I was waiting to see what ingen- ious method of stopping me Dicky would invent, when pitiful little wall from Junior made me turn my head.
 Mama Mama '"
 His baby face held such wonder ing grieved expression that I covered the distance from the door to him al- most at one bound, went on my knees. and gathered him into my arms. As I did so, Dicky abruptly released the little chaps hand, and haughtily strode toward the door in his turn
 Even through my remorse for hav- ing grieved my baby boy came an ap- preciative recognition of the ludicrous performance Dicky and I were stag ing. And then Junior put in his baby oar again:
 rum back to Dooner pap" he commanded It is the little cry with which the child always summons his father when he is going away. have known Dicky frequently to miss his train at the command, and to get away after ward under a subterfuge. Dicky hesi- tated but a second before obeylng Juniors call.
 And then-I suppose because to kiss the child he had to bring his face near to mine-I felt his arms go around me roughly: We don't deserve this baby" he said, his voice trembling because he tried to make it stern. Lets chuck the row and quit this sashaying up and down the middle, and dress him together"
 And with Dicky's kiss upon my lips acquiesced.
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