A young man was sitting in the Grand Central Depot the other day, holding a baby in his arms, when the child began to cry so lustily as to attract the attention of everyone around him. By and by a waiting passenger walked over to him with a smile of pity on his face and said:
“A woman gave you that baby to hold while she went to see about her baggage, didn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Ha! ha! ha! I tumbled to the fact as soon as I saw you. You expect her back, I suppose?”
“Of course.”
“Ha! ha! ha! This is rich! Looking for her every minute, aren’t you?”
“Yes, and I think she’ll come back.”
“Well this makes me laugh,—ha! ha! ha! I had a woman play that same trick on me in a Chicago depot once, but no one ever will again. Young man, you’ve been played on for a hayseed. I would advise you to turn that baby over to a policeman and get out of here before some newspaper reporter gets hold of you.”
“Oh, she’ll come back, she’ll come back.”
“She will, eh? Ha! ha! ha! The joke grows richer and richer. Now what makes you think she’ll come back?”
“Because she’s my wife and this is our baby.”
“Oh—um—I see,” muttered the fat man, who got over feeling tickled all at once, and seeing a dog that a farmer had tied to one of the seats with a piece of clothes-line, he went over and gave it three swift kicks.
