Show OH THE PRECIOUS Althon eh their mothers are very they are sometimes careless oh the precious babies what is a home without one yet notwithstanding they are so dear to the human heart their fond mothers are at times very careless of their dimpled little treasures this is shown every day in the week sundays excepted at the big retail dry goods stores perhaps mamma wishes to do some chopping and the servant has been given an afternoon off it is too fine a day to remain indoors so mamma puts her darling into its wickerwork carriage and trundles it down town to plunge herself into the sea of bargains of course she cannot take baby cart and all into the store baby must be left outside and there he lies in his perambulator sometimes contentedly sometimes not usually however baby is asleep when mamma enters the store and leaves her cherub in the big arched dalike doorway mamma seldom seems to imagine that there are kidnapers stalking through the land and that her darling maybe stolen the other day a young mother entered a large store in fulton street brooklyn leaving her sleeping infant outside in its carriage she had not been gone more than twenty minutes when baby awoke scores of strange faces were around him and he was frightened by the hum of many voices up went his under lip and the sensitive little fellow began to sob soon his sob became a cry which quickly developed into an ear rasping men got out of alio range of sound with alacrity while women only paused long enough to say poor little and then passed on finally a sympathetic matronly looking woman stopped in front of the wee but noisy boy for a moment she regarded him in silence and then tenderly lifted him in her arms and nestled his plump form close to her bosom 00 oo is ittle totsey botsey oo 00 poor ittle fing oo 00 is she said soothingly dere dere deary dont oo 00 ky any more mamma will come back instantly the crying ceased but it was for an instant only baby unscrewed his eyelids which before had been tightly closed and gazed in speechless wonder at the strange woman with an untranslatable vocabulary one glance was enough for him the nest moment he was making more noise than before with the most modem and highly approved baby lingo the unfortunate woman tried to comfort him but her every effort was in vain still the baby squawked squaw led the situation was becoming desperate when suddenly the childs mother hastened to the spot and took the shrieking youngster from the comans womans wo mans grasp euben euben my own sweet love what is the matter matter matter tell your mamma mamma dear there there there there t h e r e and tho baby stopped crying put his thumb in his mouthy opened wide his deep blue eyes gadea with infinite satisfaction and complacency at the crowd and calmly submitted to being returned to his nest in the carriage that child knew his mother and did not understand foreign baby talk new york herald |