The Argosy, October 1906 — page 150: what you’re looking at

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Ae unwieldy parcel. ~“ Rock yourself. back and forward, 2 = Sgirected ‘Mr. Butterworth, who was A - seated” at his ease, a cigar in his mouth. - He had a keen setise of the ridiculous, and was beginning to derive a certain -amount of pee from the situa- _ tion. “And for heaven’s sake don’t let it: see your face,” he added. _ : : Mr. Scales, with a mutinous scowl, im- = farted an oscillatory movement to his “Now sing, ’ commanded the ‘other. - I won't,” Mr. Scales. replied -savage- ly. “Do you think I’m going to de ail the work. Sing yourself.”’ Mr. Butterworth obligingly trolled a the baby that it ceased its wails. The relief, however, was only temporary. The child, not being accustomed to take — _ degrees Fahrenheit, was feeling decided-— __ly uncomfortable, and continued to ad- vertise the fact. — “This is awful,” groaned Mr. Scales, after half an hour_ spent in- devising - soothing expedients, and putting them ‘into practise ‘without ‘result. “It’s wound up for the night. I wish you 3 would take it for a while; my arms are — nearly broken.” 2 _ Mr. Butterworth shook his head. ==. =‘ Foo. risky,” he said. “I wouldn’t advise moving it.’ He glanced at the clock. SS ihe show ought to be about ont now,” he added consolingly. “What's the good of that,” the other nes irritably. ‘ They’re going to - supper at the Foresters. call up the house, and leave word for - them to come straight home as soon as they arrive, you would be of some use, = =o poaens of sitting there grinning.” x ae went over to the desk-telephone, a expression of a prisoner when the jury files back into the court-room. mated conversation followed, jointed sentences- at Mr. Butterworth’s end of the line driving the other almost — __ frantic. oe: re holding ‘the ‘baby like an : bacchanalian stave in a voice of great h a: richness and power, which so surprised = its food at a temperature of thirty-eight _ thought. _ Mr. Scales. If you would tened moré eagerly for the Butterworth, composing his fea-_ _ and Mr. Scales sat watching him with the _ when she learned, eo An ani- t the dis- aa ( “Not till one - “o'clock?” = ST Baner! = - worth concluded in a surprised tone. — ee -Eyidently the reply was confirmatory, for he hung up the receiver with a.weary air. | | “ What's that?” aeapdeck = Scales anxiously. “ What’s that about — one o'clock?” ~ : “They’re not expected Ronie till then,” replied Mr. Butterworth. “ They are : having supper at one of | ae down- town restaurants. The servant doesn’t know which.” = ‘Mr. Scales, Se a despairing sare at his hair, nearly: let the. baby Aall, amd - retrieved it with some difficulty. - See oo — “J can’t stand another three hoe of this and I won't!” he shouted. “ It’s geting. worse and worse. _ i hi He, ne ~ — = I can 2 Hight out and leave it on a door- “step. — oS “ll tell you what we might do,” aid Z the other, after a_ few moments’ sept “ Three doors seer dig as gings is a sort of trained nurses’ 0a : ing-house. How would it do to get Cone. of them to come over?” — = = ‘ Thank the Lord you. eS a. _glimmer- = = ing of common sense occasionally,” cried “Call them - aD) and offer, —— them anything—any price.” ee He arose, and pacing feverishly up and down the room, resolutely closed ee ears eae to the conversation which ensued. = “It’s all right,”, Mr. Butterworth: re at last. “One of them will be here. Tee side a quarter of an hour. ZS told them ~ it was an emergency case. _ Brace up, 1 won't be long. Shall = “put eel aee in your mouth and light it for you?” Mr. Scales’s relief was too great to leave any room for resentment at frivol- ; ity, and no condemned prisoner ever lis-— a irst indica-- tions of an expected repfieve than did he — vt ~~ = for the coming of his rescuer. a beetle-browed - _yourig = = ~The — nurse, = woman, with an incisive manner, — See ee ceived Mr. Scales’s = ak es burden with— professionz Tt is ee oy hered to this decisis 1