The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-21

lie at her side walled a mournful
wall.
y. Such a funny little bundle.
Sybil Graded it on her arm.
poked timidly at the white cloths
that swaddled it. They fell back,
revealing a small red face, with
a bit of nose in the middle of it.
There were tight little wrinkles
that would undoubtedly disclose
eyes later. and a noisy, busy
mouth that seemed large for the
rest of the features. The head
was covered with soft black hair.
A nurse appeared in the door
way, pleasantly professional.
Its the most beautiful baby
I've ever %seen," she said. And
absolutely perfect"
Sybil smiled palely. Hes just
too beautiful" she said. and
gazed worshipingly on her son.
Your brother is here" an
nounced the nurse briskly. HE
may come in for just a moment
if you'll promise not to talk"
Tad came on tiptoe, after the
fashion of men approaching re-
cent mothers. He held a brown
felt hat awkwardly, rolling the
brim, and seemed quite distract
and embarrassed. His face was
flushed, and he applied his hand
kerchief nervously to his fore
head. Sybil laughed weakly as he
came to the side of her bed.
Meet the boss, Taddy!" she
cried, and drew the sheet gently
away .... See um's uncle,
Sweetykins?"
Tad kissed her white forehead,
and took her hand.
well, Sib?"
"Oh, Tad!" she whispered. I'm
so happy! Just look at him,
Then Tad bent and inspected
the little bundle, and poked it,
and tried to think of something
to say.
Great little kiddo," he said, and
wondered if Sybil expected him to
say it was good looking.
Isn't he beautiful, Tad?"
Beautiful" he echoed solemn
~. He's got a nice head"
"And earsl" she cried. did
YOU ever see such beautiful ears
n all your life?"
Never" he assured her grave
y. Beautiful ears
Then the nurse came.
you've stayed long enough for
Mr.. Thorne," she told him.
And Tad took his hat gratefully
and departed.
Two weeks after Sybil left the
hospital, she wanted a christening
Il know they're old-fashioned,"
he admitted. But this is some
hing special"
wo yards long, and borrowed a
silver brazier for a font. Craig
vas there, and Tad, and Mabel
With Jack Moore. 1t was an eve
ling when Valerie was playing
and Mrs. Thorne had gone
0 church.
Sybil wore a brief little dress
# woodsy green, with violets at
Ier waist. And the baby, over his
,aptismal gown, wore a daisy
hahn.
Mabel held him, and Sybil, dip
her fingers in the font,
prinkled his fuzzy little head.
81 baptize thee" she cried,
Edward Thorne, in commemora-
ion OF my father, and to honor his
nemory. And I renounce for thee,
by father-and claim thee for my
wn alone. Edward Thorne, son
f Sybil Thorne. $50"
The lighted candles that fianked
he brazier flickered, and burst in
brighter alame, so that they
cid the baby's big-eyed stare. He
yaved his little hands, and smiled
is first little smile, and cooed in
riumph. Sybil caught him to her
nd kissed him wildly.
God love him." she murmuled
e%verently.
Then they passed him around,
I'd each of them, like fairies at
christening, made a wish for
i'm. Luck, and love and gold
ntil Craig handled him back to
ybil, and she cried, like the bad
itch in an Irish fairy tale, bad
ess to your father-and may you
ever set your beautiful eyes on
he face of him."
Then there were cocktails, and
toast to Edward Thorne, second,
shortly. like an inebri3ted