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"What of it?" challenged Cyrus.
"And you want a baby. Oh, I
know! I'm with the eociety. Got
a good deal to say as to who gets
the kids see? Now, I'll tell you.
Tip me a dollar and I'll see that you'll
have the choice of a lot of the hand
somest ones we've had in a long
The bargain was struck. About 10
o'clock the next morning Cyrus ran
hastily from the wqodshed where he
was piling up fuel, as a scream
echoed out from the front porch.
There was his wife to a flutter of
mingled excitement and delight,
standing over a neat baby carriage
which held a pretty, smiling little girl
about a year old.
"Ob, Cyrus!" gasped Mrs. Munn.
"Look, just look! The loveliest little
one! And baby carriage, nursing
bottle and all!"
They took the little one into the
house. In an hour it was topsey
turvey. There was no room too good
for their charming little visitor. They
hovered over the new comer, plan
ning ahead for its welfare clear up to
school days, girlhood and marriage.
The next day Mrs. Munn neglected
all customary household work and
Cyrus went down town and returned
with a variety of rattles, toys and
general gimcracks supposed to be
amusing to infants. AU the fond,
foolish pair thought of was the little
one, whom Mr. Munn under her
breath fervently christened "Edna."
Both were seated on the front
porch the next afternoon. When
Cyrus spoke, his anxious-eyed wife
would silence him with a finger to her
lips and the whispered injunction.
"S-sh baby Is asleep!"
Suddenly, however, Cyrus arose in
a startled fashion to nis feet. Two
men had entered the yard from the
street. One was a policeman, the
other old Peter. The later was held
by the sleeve by his companion and
looked sheepish and desperate.
"Was a baby left here yesterday?"
Inquired the officer.
"Yes," answered the wondering,
Cyrus. "We have adopted it and it
come from the children's aid society,.
That man "
"This man has told the truth, then,
at last!" said the policeman, tighten
ing his grip on his prisoner until old
Peter winced. "Come along, you!"
"Yes, but what's all this rumpus
about?" demanded Cyrus.
- "The mother of the child will ex
plain all that when she comes to take
it away," answered the officer, mov
ing away with his captivd.
"When who what? Never!"
cried Mrs. Munn, wildly, and she
rushed into the house and her hus
band after her.
"I won't give it up no one shall
take the dear child away from me!"
she sobbed and she threw herself be
side the cradle of the little one and
spread her sheltering Arms above it
Cyrus stood gazing at her ruefully.
He was keen enough to scent trouble,
mystery in the visit of the policeman
and his prisoner. Cyrus conjectured
rightly when he suspected that Old
Peter had played some kind of a trick
"You mustn't take it to heart,
Mary, if the child was never intended
"Wasn't It left here, just as was
agreed?" challenged Mrs. Munn.
"Haven't we adopted you, little
darling? Iron horses shan't tear you
Cyrus, gazing obliquely through
the front screen door, saw the police
"This is the house, ma'am," he
spoke and a frantic female figure,
tore past him, up the steps and drag
ged open the screen door.
Without ceremony she brushed
past Cyrus, so swiftly that he could'
not catch a distinct view of her face.
The child had awakened and its cries
guided her into the sittingroom.
"My child!" she cried and made a,
dart for the cradle and snatched up.,
the little cherub, nearly knocking'
over Mrs. Munn.