Show kissing the baby st lout J while colonel alien national finances on the hotel colonel tom crittenden quietly i lid down oft the platform form and circulated among ano crowd ire wore n delicate white duck suit b necktie and patent leather pumps and wan the cynosure cfall on alie premises colonel toai with an eye to business began egling ogling tho babies oh you sweet little thing said colonel tom addressing a fuzzy popeyed child that lolled bizily in its mother s arms under ono of ahe trees how old is it inu nm four months sir the foud mother A little girl cli said colonel tom no a boy replied ilie kotlier mot lier all yes now that I como to look at iture closely I detect the strong manly features of ft boy the colonel hastened o say please may I kiss the little cherub colonel tom shut liis eyes and ex an oscillatory sound on the auzzy faco and the child put up a big lip and threatened ala sni val niia l re licad lucli mouzli fauch a wealth of complexion such a sweet tranquil expression la me you dont really think so do you simpered simp ered the flattered mother never saw a sweeter little cherb said colonel tom be cievo ill bavo to kiss him again having gone though a become oscillatory martyrdom colonel tom seraphic look a look calculated to anko taffy to the hardened feminine latart li tart and got right down im ft candidate for governor co vernor said lie and nothing would give mo greater joy than to feel assured that I hal the support of abo father of the sweet bubo como let me hold tho little darling in my anna ido think lie is just tho sweetest litle angel ever bawl alio flattered mother gave up the fuzzy baby with profuse apologies about its not being well dressed etc glad to know ho admired it 80 much etc the fuzzy baby writhed and squirmed and crow red in the face and wrinkled itself all up then lay calm and composed on colonel toms trong right arm the little precious preci cried colonel tom tell hii father how much I thought of his cherub wont you maam and tell him im a candidate for governor eh maam the poor comans womans face dropped and big salt leam came into her eyes Oh bir slie dont know what you ask my poor died two months ago there was 11 far off look in colonel tom Crittende ii s golden glinted ecca ns ho gently but firmly dumped that fuzzy baby on tho bereaved bere ived lap and walked ht raight back to alie platform and replaced himself on n bench |