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VOL. 2.
DUBLIN, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 4,1880.
NO. 82
THAT BABY.
“What can be to matter with that
baby?” Mrs. Jameson laughed.
“I thiuk yon had better go and
see,” .lie said, “for you have made
that exclamation about twenty times.
Perhaps,”- she added, move gravely,
“it would be only neighborly to stop
over, Josio. My rheumatism is so
bad* I cannot go, but I will watch
your biscuits.”
Now Josie had been longing for
-just this permission.. The next
house to her mother’s had been taken
for the summer, and the tenants
were moving in. Furniture had
been arriving nearly all day, and
twice Josio had caught a glimpse of
a pretty little lady iii mourning di
recting the movements of the men
driving the wagons. But at about
four o’clock in the afternoon the
screams of the baby became painful
to the tender-hearted girl, and after
fidgeting over them for a long time
she gladly availed herself of her
mother’s permission to “step over”
to the new neighbor’s.
As every door stood open she
walked into the kitchen without the
ceremony of knocking, crossed the
hall, following the babies wailing
cries till she reached the parlor.
Dire confusion reigned there. Piles
of carpet, open packing boxes, fur
niture, crockery in baskets, barrels
and hampers, open trunks, kitchen
utensils, were thrown down in every
available spaco, and in the middle of
the room seated on a velvet sofa, was
a man holding the screaming, squir
ming iiilom of humanity which seems
to be all lungs.
This ametner nurse was young—
twenty-live to be accurate—well
looking, with hte face flushed and
troubled, Ins handsome shirt dusty
and rumpled, his whole appearance
showing that he' had been working
hard, in his shirt sleeves, until he
took that baby.
Josie faced the situation at once.
Under any other circumstances ad
dressing an unknown young man
might have embarrassed her, but a
young man boding a shrieking baby
nearly upside down was completely
at her mercy.
. “Is the baby sick?”she asked. “I
live next door and come over to see
if L, could help Mrs.—”
“Mrs. Latimer,” he said promptly
“lias met with an accident, and is
up stairs; but I cannot quiet the
baby and—”
“Give him to me,” said Josie, ex
tending her ^rms. “There; pretty,
pretty, don’t cry sol May I take
him over to mother? Perhaps he is
hungry. We will take care of him.
Baby, baby, husliey, luish!”
“I will be very much obliged,”
said the gentleman, as loud as he
could, for baby was proof against
Josie’s blandishments, and the con
versation hud to be carried on in
tones to outscream his cries.
It did not take Josie long to cross
the two small gardens, and carry her
new charge to her mother.
“He is hungry, I am sure,” she
said deftly mixing milk, water, and
sugar, while Mrs. Jameson tried to
pacify the baby.
“Put in a few drops of -mint water
Josie,” she said, while Josie found a
spoon and napkin, and rapidly ex
plained that the mother was hurt.
“There go over again,” she said,
as baby signified his approval of the
improved state of affairs by eagerly
taking food. “I’ll keep the baby.”
Up the stairs this time, and at the
door of the bed-room^ Josie paused,
terrified. Upon the floor with some
pillows under her head, lay a delicate
looking lady, moaning and evidently
badly hurt. The gontleman Josie
had seen down stairs was kneeling
beside her, bathing her face with
water, his own face pale and anxious
and his voice full of pain, as bewail
ed her by endearing names:
“Rosa, dear, can’t, you tell me
where you are hurt?” he asked not
peeing Josie. “Rosa, dear!”
“Josie did not. hesitate a moment.
“I think,” she said, coming for
ward, “you had better go for the
doctor. I am sony it is so far, but
it is easily found. Turn down to
your right the third street from here,
and any ono will tell you where Dr.
Willard lives. One moment,” she
said, as he was hurrying away. “I
see you have a bedstead up. Where
can I find bedding?”
“In great bundles on the dining
room flour. You cannot lift them.
I will bring one up.”
It did not take mapy minutes to
bring tip the bundle, put a mattress
on the bedstead, and watch Josio as
she rapidly covered pillows, spread
sheets, and made a .comfortable bed.
‘Now,” she said, “we can lift her
and I will take care of her till you
come back.”
There was no time for thanks, and
he sped away while Josie, with some
difficulty undressed the sufferer, who
seemed easier as the clothing she
wore was loosened. Without scruple
Josie looked over a trunk till she
found a niedit-dress, and was com
forted by the evident relief of her
patient. Still, the white • face, the
wild eyes, the moaning lips, were
terrifying, aud having done all she
dared, Josie tried to make the room
habitable. The furniture h id been
thrust in anyhow, but she pushed it
into order against the walls, swept
up the dust on the floor, found a
pitcher and basin down stairs for the
washstand, and really made the room
neat before voices in the garden told
of the welcome arrival of the doctor.
He nodded to Josie approvingly as
she said the lady seemed easier with
out, her dress, and went at once to
the bedside. It was a very grave
face lie lifted at last, saying as he
did so:
“The injury is to the spine and
brain. How did it happen?”
“I was down stairs,” said the gen
tleman, “when I heard a fall. I
think she was trying to hang a pic
ture, but I cannot tell.”
“Josie,” said the doctor, “come
help mo here. Will you bring up
the black box on the floor of my
gig?” he said, and the geutleman
hastened away.
For many minutes Josie was kept
busy, running home for needful ar
ticles, holding the sufferer’s head or
hands, aiding quickly and intelli
gently, till the doctor said:
“Now she must not bo moved.
Give ten drops $£ this opiate every
half hour until she is asleep, and I
will see her in the morning.
It was all a whirl until, comiug
back from - seeing the doctor out,
the gentleman entered the bedroom,
keenly conscious of its improved im
proved appearance.
“Have you had any tea?” Josio
whispered.
“No, nor dinner either.”
“Anything to eat in the house?”
“No.”
“Supposo you go buy what you
want to cat for supper. I will watch
hero. Cdn you make the fire ?”
“lean.”
“ Well/make tKatlond I will come
down.”'
Oddly obedient, the master of the
house went to the kitchen, started a
fire, gave one hopeless glance at the
confusion, and started to buy pro
visions.
The patient was still moaning
faintly when he roturned, and Josie
whispered:
“She has jnst taken the opiate.
Yon watch here and I will go down
stairs/’
“But,” he said, beginning to real
ize his obligation, “I cannot let you
}}
“You take care of your wife,” she
said, quickly, and was gone, not
bearing him repeat “My wife!”
“Poor little Rosa!” he whispered
presently. “I hope she is not very
badly hurt,” and then he pressed his
lips gently on the little, white hand
outside the counterpane.
“Well he thought looking around
him, “that is a lovely girl. Such
great brown eyes, and hair like gold,
and her voice the sweetest I ever
heard, didn’t sound harsh even when
she was out-screaming Harry. I
wonder where the littlo rogue is.
Quiet, at any rate. And,” returning
to Rosa, “she must be as smart as
she is pretty! This room isapict
And she is so earnest too; if we were
her nearest relatives she could not be
nioro cool and unembarrassed!”
He had leisure to think up the
subject pretty thoroughly while Josie
was down stairs. She had called iu
a shock-headed lad who was weeding
her mother’s garden, and set him to'
work unpacking some of the crockery
and carrying into the parlor all su
perfluous articles in the dining-room.
In an hour she had reduced the
chaos in kitchen aud dining-room
to some semblance of order, spread a
table and put upon it hot coffee,
delicious and fragrant, a smoking
beefsteak, and a light omelette.
“Go over, Dick, and ask mother
for a pitcher of cream, a plate of
butter, some sugar and some bus-
cuits,” she said, “and make haste.”
Dick, delighted with the novelty
of the situation, was prompt and the
table was soon ready.
“Asleep/” Josie said comine into
the bed-room. “How glad I am.
Now, Mr. Latimer, you go down to
supper, and I will go for the baby.
I made up the crib, you see, and I
found his night clothes, so I will
bring him over after he falls asleep.”
Then she added with a sudden hot
blush, “Perhaps I ought not to open
your boxes and trunks, but—I—
“You are only too kind,” ho an
swered. “I hope to thank you
properly some day. , Now—”
“Now your supper is cooling.”
It was a vain task to follow the
admiring thoughts 'that greeted
the appearance of the fliping-room,
the table and the supper; and thero’
was no falling off of gratitude or ad
miration when the sleeping babe was
brought in and tenderly placed in
his crib.
Mother -is too lame to coino
over,” Josio said, in the low tone
suited to the slumbers Of mother an I
child; “but I will leave a light burn
ing, aud if your wife is worse in the
night, or baby awakens, yon can
knock at the door and I will come
over.”
It was still early morning when
Josie heard the the baby crying, and
hastily dressing, ran over to Mrs.
Latimer’s. The invalid was" still
asleep, aud the baby crying lustily.
No one elso was in th*e room, but in
passing the door of the next apart
ment Josie saw the young master of
the house, lying dressed upon a sofa,
sound asleep.
“Tired out,” she thought, pity
ingly, and stole away with the baby.
Mattel’s improved a little the next
day. A nurse was found in the vil
lage a servant procured, but the doc
tor forbade the baby’s presence in the
sick room.
“Let me keep him,” Josie pleaded.
“I love children; and he knows me
—don’t you, baby? Kiss his auntie!
BJess his sweet face,” and so on, and
so on, baby talk coming as naturally
as breathing to woman’s lips.
So baby became an intimate of
the Jameson cottage, and what was
more natural than that Mr. Latimer
should come over many times a day
to ascertain his welfare, while Josie
flitted about the Latimer house like
a good fairy. It was her taste that
arranged the household belongings,
and certainly her nursing that made
baby’s life a paradise.
The Latimors had been ten days
in their new house, when one even
ing Josie sat alone beside the invalid.
She had been delirious and in a heavy
stupor, but was sleeping quietly.
The doctor had said if she wakened
conscious she would recover, and
Josie was watching. She wondered
herself at the deep anxiety she felt
in the welfare of this entire stranger,
but her heart gave a throb of delight
us the soft blue eyes were opened,
and the invalid whispered:
“Have I beeu ill? Where is my
. . very ill and must
not talk,” Josie said gently. “Baby
’s well, and you shall sec him pres
ently.
is Alfred?” was the next
ball him,” and she hasten
ed to the room where Mr. Latimer
was waiting. “She is conscious,”
she said, “and asking for you
Come.”
He followed her to tho door, but
when. Ro Iraki it open for her she
shook her head and went down 3tairs.
“As if his wife wanted me now!”
she told herself/scudding across the
garden to seok the baby in caso’that
young gentleman should bo oalled
for.
She made it daintily fine with a
fresh dress and crisp ribbons, and
took it to the summer-house.
She was thinking, half onviously,
of that meotiug in tho next house.
“If I over marry,” she thought,
“I hope my husband will be ns nice
as Mr. Ltttitnor. He is tho best
company I over mot, so well inform
ed and entertaining. And how
grateful ho is for the littlo I have
done! Oh baby!” this aloud us tho
baby tugged at her curls, “don’t pull
auntie’s head off, darling!”
Then followed baby talk, cooing,
kissing, till a step crunched the
gravel, and Mr. Latimer stood in
the doorway of tho summer-house.
“You want the baby ?” Josie said.
“Is Mrs. Latimer well enough to see
him?” !
‘Mrs. Latimer is asleep again,”
was tho reply, “and I have come to
make a confession and Implore par
don. You—yon think I am Rosa’s
husband, don’t you?”
Jos|o fairly gwspod i
“And arc you not?”
“No, I amdier hrotlior.
“But your name is Latimer!”
“Yes, because my sister married
her first cousin. She is a widovy,
for poor John only lived a little more
than a yoar after he married.”
“It was shameful to doceivo mo
so,” said Josie, hotly. You know I
would novel—”'
Then ho stopped but ho said:
“I did know it, but it was so de :
lightful to have you coming in and
taking care of poor forloin me. Josio
■do you not guess what I want to
say? I am aware that we scarcely
would know each other in so short a
time, under ordinary circumstances,
but I love you. Josie—will you give
one word of hope?”
She had buried her face in the
dress somewhere. He took
both into his arms, however when a
smothered, voice said;
“I never can deprive this precious
darling of his auntie.”
And this day,Josio Latimer main
tains that she never would have been
so easily won if sho had .not entered
her affections upon that baby.
Proverbial Philosophy.
“A wise son maketh a glad father”
■if you give him a dozen years to
grow. .
“He becometh poor that dealofch
with a slack hand;” but he that
slidoth four aces up his sleeve got-
teth to himself riches.
ore upon the head of
the just;” but a man of sin iB often
very bald.
‘A false balance is an abomina
tion;” except for tho bank cashier
who is off for Enrope. ,
“Whore no council is the people
fall;” and an icy side walk works the
foe way.
“He that is good prolongeth his
days;” but tho wicked see most of
the world at night.
“The lip of truth is established
forever;” and the cheek of a book
agent is ditto.
The righteous shall never bo re
moved;” but tho wicked movQ tho
first of May each year.
Hope is a flatterer, but the most
upright of all parasites; for sho fre
quents the poor man’s lint os well as
the palace of his superior.
The only disadvantage of an honest
heart is credulity.
Under our greatest troubles often
lie our greatest treasures.
Industry needs not wish, and he
that lives upon hopes will die fast-
ing.
True honor is to honesty what
the court of clumcory is tp com thou
law.
He that can compose himslof is
wisor than he that compose books.
Ho that calls a man ungrateful
sums up all the evil that a man can
boguiliyof.
A leaf, a sunbeam, a landscape,
the ocean mako an analogous impress
ion on tho mind.
The glorified spirit of tho infant is
as a star to guide the mother to its
fc own blissful clime.
Laws are like cobwebs, which may
catch small flies, but let wasps and
hornets break through.
Tho man who can hold his tongue
longest in controversy is tho one who
will come out successful in.the end.
.It is not so rnuoh what one doos as
what ono tries to do, that makos tho
soul strong aud fit for a noble car
eer.
Tho original of all men is the same
and virtue is tho only nobility, tnlont
and worth are tho only eternal ground
of distinction.
The roses of pleasure soldom last
long enough to adoru the brow of him
that plucks them, and they are the
only roses which do not retain their
sweetness after they have lost their
beauty.
Ho that embarks in tho voyage of
life will always wish to advance rathor
by the impulse of the mind than tho
Sense Ami Seutinicnt.
Practical Sympathy.
_ , A groat many
r . * ■ Y y . - * uU -KK>wn men haven’t learned that
in fcllG whlln f.hnv lin wnihna* J *
in tho passage while they lie waiting
for the gale.
The web of our life is of a mingled
yarn, good aud ill togethor; our
virtues would bo proud if our faults
whipped them not, and our crimes
would despair if they were not choris-
hod by our virtues.
Some read books only with a view
to find fault, while othors read only
to bo taught; tho former are venom,
mis spodors, extracting a poisonous
quality, whore the latter, like tho
bees, sip out a sweet and profitable
juice.
Big Wheat.
“Let’s see, they rniso somo whoat
in Minnesota, don’t they?” asked a
Schoharie granger of a Miohigaudor.
“Raise whoat? Who raises wheat?
No, sli*, decidedly no, sir. It raises
itself. Why, if wo undertook to cul
tivate wheat in the State it would
run us out. There wouldn’t bo any
place to put our houses.”
“But I’vo been told that grasshop
pers take it good deal of it.”
‘Of course they do.. If they didn’t
I don’t know what we would do.
The cussed stuff would run all 'over
tho State and drive us out—choko us
up. Those grasolioppors uro a God
send only .there ain’t half enough of
them.”
“Is that wheat nice arid plump?”
“Plump! Why I didn’t know what
you may call plump wheat, but there
arc 17 m our family including 10
servants, and when wo want bread,
wo just go out and fetch in a kernel
of wheat and bake it.”
“Do you ever soak it in water
first?”
“Oh, no; tjiat wouldn’t (Jo. It
would swell a little and we couldn’t
get it in our rango oven.”
A Wilmington couple boasts of a
baby that weighed just ton pounds
when it was born, which was three
weeks ago, and' now it turns the
scales at thirty pounds, showing an
increase of ten pounds per week.
A man is alwas a fool, If he bo
young, tho world says ho will know
more; if ho bo older* it says he is old
enough to know better, and when lie
is old, it says the old fools arc the
biggest foojs,
In ono of our sleeping cars in
America there was an old bachelor
who was annoyed by the continued
crying of a child, and the ineffectual
attempts of the father to quiet it.
Pulling asido tho curtain, and put
ting out his head, ho said:
“Whore is the mother of that
child? Why doesn’t she stop this
nuisance P”
*. The father said very quiotly:
“The mother is in the baggage-oar
in her coffin. I am traveling homo
with the baby/ This is the second
night I have boon with the child,
aud tho littlo creature is wearying,
for its mother. I am sorry if its
plaintive Cries disturb anyone in this
oar.”
“Wait a minute,” said tho old
bachelor. Tho old man got up and
drosBod himself, and compelled the
father to lie down and sloop, while
ho took tho babe himself. That old
bachelor stilling tile ory of tho babe
all night was a hero. And tho man
who, for sake of othors, gives up a
lawful gratifioatiqjf in his own house
or in tho sooial oirclo, is. as groat a
hero as though ho stood upon tho
battlo field.
PiiMliUn.
That boy was a true philosopher,
who, when ho lost his kite, thought
ho would ory about it, but immedi
ately after concluded not to, and
weiit home whistliug. When askod
if lie wasn’t sorry to lose his treasure
lie replied: “Yes, but I can’t fool
away much time in being sorry; I’m
just going to make a now one, and I
guess a bottor one.”
their milk on tho ground, they sit
down close by tho wot Spot and di
lute tho lost lacteal fluid with their
briny tears. If instead of this repin
ing, they would only hurry around,
they would soon find another and
biggor cow waiting to bo milkod.
Don’t sulk, because it won’t pay.
The onsinalling or sub-division pro
cess is going on among the improved
lands of the country much more rap
idly than some soUtbern’bolders may
think. In i860 the average size of
farms was 208 acres; iu I860, 109
acros, and in 1870, 158 acres, the
census of this year may show that tho
goneral average of the country has
fallen to 100 acres. In 1870 tho aver
age sizo was only 112 aoros in Incfiana,
101 acros in Michigan, and 111 acros
in Ohio. Tho country may bo in
danger of a railroad monopoly, but it
certainly has no reason to dread a
land monopoly.—Atlanta Constitu
tion. '
“Iliavo always noticod,” said a
shrewd financier, “that ono dollar in
my own pockot is always of more
practical benefit to mo than five dol
lars in any other man’s pockot.”
Somo men, says tho Detroit JVflo
Press, are captivated by a woman’s
Dui/gh, just as somo men predict a
pleasant day, becauso the sun shines
out clour for a moment. They for
get the chance for squalls.
Botger recommends as un invisible
ink for postal cards snlphurio acid
diluted with fifty ports water, a
quill pen being used for the writing,
which is invisible until heated, when
it becomes black.
y
When a man and woman aromado'
one, the question is “which one?”
Sometimes there is a long struggle
between them before tho matter is
settled.
When the average sizo of farms It)
Georgia is bought down to one hund
red acres, or tho average of the entire
country, then and not until then wjj]
tho state bo in a fair wuy to bw*amo
as wealthy as nature pJnfnJy Intendod
Sho should be, Too JiitJo nmimfuc.
turing and too miwh unprofitable
land-holding am tho brakes that now
retard her progress in a material
senso,—Constitution,
