Evening star., 1922-02-16
HOW TO STOP A BRIDE FROM
CRYING.

| ~ young John Lindsay took the
~ receiver from the telephone
- he automatically shut the
| door to the next room.
Yes, indeed, Cousin Grace, ne heu
| like a gentleman, "the baby Is nhe.
She-er-slept all evening and-er-
we gave her her bottle-oh, yes IN
deed; she ate it all-is that so! Neii'
go right on dancing. Don't worry.
We-er-we'n do the worrying Tor
YOU this one night-but-er-lf-er
she should cry-if by any chance she
should-what should We do? All
RIGHTLY He wiped his brow as the
voluminous information came racing
over the wires. "Yes-yes, yes;
heard you the first time-whew" He
hung up the receiver.
Grace's daughter was bowling lusti-
~ in the next room. He opened the
door almost cheerful!y and advanced
-Er-Grace called up" he yelled
above the wailinB. she says II the
baby cries.
"if," Merriam's voice was shrill
above the howls.
III
Well, first you fiop her over on her
stomach" He turned the baby as her
mother had suggested. she say 5
that always stops her: that probably
we let her get some wind when she
had her BOTTLE.
The baby'S crying died down 10 d
groaning whimper.
Then" Merriam looked up accus-
ingly, "she does admit that she neg
when she said that child didn't cry.
Merriam looked so wan ana nag
merry. dear" he begged. you're
tired out. The child has almost qul-
eted down. You run and get into
your night things, and III tuck you
in bed. And Susan Sue Will be mere
soon. and Well stick the bassinet IN
her room. and you'll settle down to
some Sleep
Merriam frightened perceptibly as
John mentioned Susans name; she
had almost forgotten that treasure.
oh, Johnsy." she sighed, Il didn't
know just one night without Susan
could be so awful! I'll be that glad
when it's morning and they come 10
collect their terrible baby She
looked down at the child. You see
what l told you is true" she added.
pointing to the back of the baby's
head. THE child is not healthy; you
can see it is positively mansy-the
hair is quite gone on the back.
The baby squirmed about as though
eyes toward Merriam and walled.
Beat it quick. while you've got a
chance John suggested. Get un-
dressed. Probably it will be asleep
when you come back"
But the baby was far from asleep
when Merriam came back. She lay
on Merry's bed. waving feet and
hands in the air wildly. emitting a
far different cry than any she had
previously let forth. A long. piercing
yah that. like the ocean waves. was
punctuated every seventh time by a
superlative yah.
Two tears rolled down Merriam 5
wan cheeks.
"Oh. oh. " hat shall We do now"
John folded his arms.
Grace said"-he cleared his throat
tentatively-"that once before she
cried. and they-well. it was ID long
time a go. while they still had a train
ed nurse-and she says that the nurse
said she had collie, and she made the
baby some ginger tea"
Ginger tea gaSped Merriam help
leSsly.
"A-and put a mild mustard plaster
on her stomach"
Merriam disciaimed any RESPONSE
bility for such crude measures.
Il don't think much of either idea.
but if you want to try them Ill stay
here while you cook the Plaster.
think that would be the least HARM
full
John prepared the plaste pains
takingly. appearing numerous time
at the bedroom door to ask Merriam
where he could find the ingredients.
But the suffering child would have
none Of it when he tried to apply it.
Indeed, Mile. Jeanne Everett Les
lie managed, heaven alone knows how
after so much previous weeping, to
draw upon some unseen reservoir of
tears and hOwls. Three times while
the LindsayS were trying to place
the messy yellow plaster on her
tummy John was interrupted by agi-
tated neighbors who pounded on the
door to protest at this unwonted dis
turbance. Each time. with iessenine
patience. the embarrassed man tried
! to explain that the baby was not his
baby: that he did not know how to
quiet it: that he was trying to quiet
| it. Each time he listened impatient
, ~ to fool suggestions az to how to
| quiet it.
! When he went back to Merriam the
last time he thrust his hands into
| his pockets.
! II phoned for seven doctors before
! got hold of one who can come. Hell
| be here in an hour. l can see you
| are right. She's sick child. What
do you think it lisp" he asked. His
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