Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 November 1879 — A Midget. [ARTICLE]

A Midget.

Chicago Inter-Ocean. A visitor from fairy-land. What else ean it be. that atom of a baby, folded up in fresh white muslin, until one could fancy Jt was a huge white rosebud, its tiny pink face answering for the heart! thought your correspondent as she looked at an atom of humanity called Frankie Flomm, only three weeks old, and weighing just eleven ounces, and in length five inches, and two and a half across the chest. “Not a bit has he grown since the day he came into this world,” said his mother, with an air of pride, “and as good a baby as you can find.” To prove the truth of her assertion, Master Frankie, after the manner of babies, began to cry. But what a cry! His mouth looked like an exclamation point, and a wee one at that; aud as for voice, the buzz of au angry fly would have drowned it. Mrs. Flomm gently picked him up, aud, laying him in the hollow of one brawny hand, softly patted him with the other, in the same way that ladies clap hits of delicate old lace. The exclamation point changed into a period, adn thecoral bead of a mouth assumed a faint smile. I took its little hand, like)a snow-flake, in mine, and slipped a lady’s ring right over it for a bracelet, the tiny fingers being smaller round than a slate pencil. He is veiy pretty* lias bright eyes and a light fringe of hair crosses his forehead; in point of looks he will carry away the palm from Lucia Zarate, the queer little Mexican, who, with her $20,000, has retired from the public for the present. If little Frankie Flomm lives, and the physioians say he will, he will be the prize pigmy, for one could put him to sleep in a lily cup, with a leaf for a blanket, the breeze to rock him and pass him off for a fairy fed by the little birds. At present, he reposes in a doll’s wicker cradle, with a handkerchief for a sheet, a mother’s voice and breath for a breeze and a lullaby, which is, perhaps, more healthy, if less poetic. i