White Cloud Kansas Chief

Our Scrap Book.

JOSSEY'S BABY.

Sister Josey's got a baby;

(She is but a child herself;)

And the baby is a bright-eyed,

Laughing, crying little elf.

Well I mind the April morn

I was scarcely five years old—

Addie came with smiles of gladness,

And a wondrous tale she told,

How a tiny, pretty creature,

To our mother's arms was given,

How a white-winged angel brought it,

From its happy home in Heaven.

Mother called our baby Josey,

And she was our pet and pride;

No one thought of scolding Josey,

When she pouted, frowned or cried.

Only think how years crowd round us,

Bringing trouble, bringing change—

Now that baby's got a baby—

Bless me! ain't it very strange?

Such a precious, winning darling,

Eyes of softest, darkest gray;

Cheeks where blessed, cunning dimples

Play bo-peep the livelong day.

You should hear him laughing gaily,

Cooing like a little dove;

If you were the crossest fellow,

Josey's baby you would love.