Maybe in time I could learn this ittums-tweetums stuff, but I doubt it.

Always made me sick, that did; and one of the things Vee and I agreed on was that----"

"Oh, very well," says Auntie. "I do not intend to interfere in any way."

As if she could help it! Why, say, she"d give St. Peter advice on gate-keepin". But for the time bein", each of us havin" had our say, we calls it a draw and gets back to what looks like a peace footin". But from then on I knew she had her eyes out at me. Every move I made was liable to get her breathin" short or set her squirmin" in her chair. And you know how it"s apt to be in a case like that. I made more breaks than ever. I"d forget about the youngster bein" asleep and cut loose with something noisy at the wrong time. Or I"d jolt her some other way.

But she held in until, one night after dinner, when the baby had indulged in too much day sleepin" and was carryin" on a bit, I takes a notion to soothe him with a few humorous antics while Auntie is safe downstairs. You see, I"d never been able to get him to take any notice of me before; but this time, after I"d done a swell imitation of a Fred Stone dance, I had him cooin" approvin", the nurse smotherin" a smile, and Vee snickerin".

Naturally, I has to follow it up with something else. I was down on my hands and knees doin" a buckin" bronco act across the floor, when there comes this gasp from the doorway. It seems Auntie was pa.s.sin" by, and peeked in. Her eyebrows go up, her mouth corners come down, and she stiffens like she"d grabbed a high-voltage feed wire. I saw it comin", but the best I can do is steady myself on my fingers and toes and wish I had cotton in my ears.

"Really!" says she. "Are you never to realize, young man, that you are now supposed to be a husband and a father?"

And, before I can shoot back a word, she"s sailed on, her chin in the air and her mouth about as smilin" as a crack in a vinegar bottle. But she"d said it. She"d pushed it home, too. And the worst of it was, I couldn"t deny that she had the goods on me. I might pa.s.s as a husband, if you didn"t expect too much. But as for the rest--well, I knew I wasn"t meetin" the specifications.

The only model I could think of was them fond parent groups you see in the movie close-ups--mother on the right, father at the left, and Little Bright Eyes squeezed in between and bein" mauled affectionate. Had we ever indulged in any such family clinch? Not up to date. Why? Was it because I was a failure as a daddy? Looked so. And here was Auntie taxin" me with it. Would other folks find out, too?

I begun thinkin" over the way different ones had taken the news. Old Hickory, for instance. I was wearin" a wide grin and still feelin" sort of chesty when I broke into his private office and handed him the bulletin.

"Eh?" he grunts, squintin" at me from under them bushy eyebrows. "A father! You? Good Lord!"

"Why not?" says I. "It"s still being done, ain"t it?"

"Oh, I suppose so. Yes, yes," he goes on, starin" at me. "But somehow, young man, I can hardly think of you as--as---- Well, congratulations, Torchy. You have frequently surprised me by rising to the occasion.

Perhaps you will in this also."

"Thanks, Mr. Ellins," says I. "It"s nice of you to cheer me up that way."

Piddie, of course, said the right and elegant thing, just as if he"d learned it out of a book. He always does, you know. Makes a reg"lar little speech, and finishes by givin" me the fraternal handclasp and a pat on the shoulder.

But a minute after I caught him gazin" at me wonderin", and he goes off shakin" his head.

Then I runs across my newspaper friend Whitey Weeks, who used to know me when I was a cub office-boy on the Sunday editor"s door.

"Well, Torchy," says he, "what you got on your mind?"

"Nothing you could make copy out of," says I, "but it"s a whale of an event for me."

"You don"t say," says he. "Somebody died and left you the business?"

"Just the opposite," says I.

"I don"t get you," says he.

"Ah, what"s usually in the next column?" says I. "It"s a case of somebody bein" born."

"Why--why," says he, openin" his mouth, "you don"t mean that----"

"Uh-huh," says I, tryin" to look modest.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "I was down on my knees doin" a buckin" bronco act, when there comes a gasp from the doorway."]

"Haw-haw!" roars Whitey, usin" the steam siren effect. And, as it"s right on the corner of Forty-second and Broadway, he comes near collectin" a crowd. Four or five people turn around to see what the merriment is all about, and a couple of "em stops short in their tracks.

One guy I spotted for a vaudeville artist lookin" for stuff that might fat up his act.

"Say," Whitey goes on, poundin" me on the back jovial, "that"s rich, that is!"

"Glad it amuses you," says I, startin" to move off.

"Oh, come, old chap!" says he, followin" along. "Don"t get crabby.

What--what is it, anyway?"

"It"s a baby," says I. "Quite a young one. Now go laugh your fat head off, you human hyena."

With that shot I dashes through the traffic and catches a downtown car, leavin" him there with his silly face unhinged. And I did no more announcin" to anybody. I was through advertisin". When some of the commuters on the eight-three heard the news and started springin" their comic tricks on me, I pretended I didn"t understand.

I don"t know what they thought. I didn"t give a whoop, either. I wasn"t demandin" that anybody should pa.s.s solemn resolutions thankin" me for what I"d done for my country, or stand with their hats off as I went by.

But I was overstocked on this joke-book junk.

Maybe I didn"t look like a father, or act like one; but I was doin" my best on the short notice I"d had.

I will say for Vee that she stood by me n.o.ble. She seemed to think whatever I did was all right, even when I shied at holdin" the youngster for the first time.

"I"m afraid I"ll bend him in the wrong place," I protests.

"Goose!" says she. "Of course you won"t."

"Suppose I should drop him?" says I.

"You can"t if you take him just as I show you," she goes on patient.

"Now, sit down in that chair. Crook your left arm like this. Now hold your knees together, and we"ll just put the little precious right in your---- There! Why, you"re doing it splendidly."

"Am I?" says I.

I might have believed her if I hadn"t caught a glimpse of myself in the gla.s.s. Say, I was sittin" there as easy and graceful as if I"d been made of structural iron and reinforced concrete. Stiff! Them stone lions in front of the Public Lib"ry was frolicsome lambs compared to me. And I was wearin" the same happy look on my face as if I was havin" a tooth plugged.

Course that had to be just the time when Mr. Robert Ellins happened in for his first private view. Mrs. Robert had towed him down special. He"s a reg"lar friend, though, Mr. Robert is. I can"t say how much of a struggle he had to keep his face straight, but after the first spasm has worn off he don"t show any more signs of wantin" to cackle. And he don"t pull any end-man stuff.

"Well, well, Torchy!" says he. "A son and heir, eh? I salute you."

"Same to you and many of "em," says I, grinnin" simple.

It was the first thing that came into my head, but I guess I"d better not have let it out. Mrs. Robert pinks up, Vee snickers, and they both hurries into the next room.

"Thank you, Torchy," says Mr. Robert. "Within certain limitations, I trust your wish comes true. But I say--how does it feel, being a father?"

"Just plain foolish," says I.

"Eh?" says he.