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Show OUR DEAD BABY. 1 saw my wife pull the bottom drawer draw-er of the old bureau this evening and I went softly out and wandered up and down until I knew the had fhut it up and gone to her sewing. We have s. me things laid away in that drawer whi h the gold of kings could not buy and yet they are relics that grieve us until cur hearts are sore. I haven't di'tvd to look at them fed" a. year, yet I 1 '-member each article. There are two worn shoes, a littl-3 ship hat with the brim gone, some stockings, pantaloons a '.at. two or three spools, bit? of 'I'oekery, a whip and several toys. Wife, poor thing, goes to the drawer very day of her life ami prays over it. and it is her tears fall on the' precious a'tiil'.s. but I clare not go. Pome-' Pome-' lines we speak of little Jack, but not "I'i'-n It has been a long time, but si :r.e!iow we can't get over grieving. Sometimes when we silt alone of an veiling. 1 writing and she sewing, a ioi i will cry out in the street as our b.y us-oj to, and we will both start up with beating hearts and a wild hope, "lily to find the darkness more of a I 'iiilen than ever. It is quite still " v. I look up at the window where l is blue eyes used to sparkle at my oming. but he is not there. I listen !for his pattciing feet, but-there is no s uni. There j no one to search my pockets and tease me for presents, and 1 never find the chairs turned over, lite broom down r ropes tied to the 'i' or knobs. 1 want some one to tease tie- for m.y knife, to ride on my shoul-'e shoul-'e is, to lose my ax, to follow me to the gate when I go and to Y.e there when I come, to call "good night" l'n.ni the little bed now .npty. And wife, she misses him still more. There are no little feet to wash, no prayers to say. no voice teasing for lumps of sugar, or robbing with pain f:om a hurt toe, and she would give her life almost to wake at night and look aeross the crib and see our ooy as he used to be. So we preserve our relies, rel-ies, a nal when we are dead we hope strangers will handle them tenderly, ever, if they sh d no .tears over them. Hob l.urdetie. |