The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-01-17
CAPTAIN sNARLEY.


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His right name is wilfrcd Henry a
ton. But he does not get called by
often. When he is good, and pleasau
and sweet, his mamma and grand
called him Birdie or Sunbeam. b Bt
when he is naughty he is called Capt
snsrley And his name suits him W
well at such times.
One morning he came down sta
looking like Captain Snarley. Just
soon as his mamma looked at him
knew it was Captain Snarley. But
smiled and said, GOOD morning, de
how do you do this bright dayr
wilfred put his finger in his mou
81 dess I've dot headsche,' he said.
"Have your I'm very sorry" 'a
mamma.
"Where does it ache2"
"Way round de back Of it, sna' oi
the Captain.
81 guess you slept too long said r
mother. "You will feel better when y41
are washed and dressed and have J .r
hair combed."
So she brought his striped stockir
and the little slippers with rosettes, aoo
new plaid frock, which she had finished
only yesterday. But, oh, how he snarled
and fused all the time she was DRESSING
him.
And when she was curling his hair nc
snarled out loud enough to be heard in
the next house, and the lady there said,
II guess Mrs. Alton has got Captain
Snarley over to her house"
When his mother had made him look
nice and neat, she said, "Now come and
have your breakfast
But the naughty little boy growled,
81 don't fink | tan eat anything 'cept a
piece of mince-pie.'
Il have not any mincc-pie in the
house," said his mother, "and you know
| never let you eat it for breakfast. Here
is some nice bread and milk in your lit
tie china bowl, and the cookies grandma
sent you.
"If / tan't have some mince-pic tan't
eat anything" said Captain Snarley.
"Very well," said mamma. So she
put the things away, and sat down TO her
sewing.
Wilfred pulled his little rocking-chair
near the fire, and sat long time scowl
ing at the stove. Presently he began to
kick with his foot. He knew his mother
disliked the noise, but he did not care.
She did not ask him to stop, and. after
awhile, he was tired of it himself.
He was very unhappy, and he began
to be little ashamed of himself. Be
sides, he was getting hungry. He wished
his mother would speak to him, but she
didn't. She was sewing on little coat,
and singing softly tn herself.
Wilfrel knew the little, coat was fol
him. Usually he liked to hear his
mother sing, but now he wished She
would not look so happy when he was SC
miserable. The more he thought abou,
it the worse he felt. He began to cry
softly, but his mother took no notice.
Pretty soon he said; "Oh. dear!
wish | tould have the nosebleed or some
fin, so somebody'd care"
"People don't care much for Captain
Snarley anyway" said his mother. 81
should like to hurt him myself, so h
would stay away, and let me keep my
little boy all the time
"Should you prick his nose with yoil
needle?" asked Wilfred.
"Yes. or l could whip him. ! thial
; it would be better to whip him."
. Wilfred thought it over. He an'
Captain Snarley had little fight all b.
themselves by the stove. In a littl
while his mother felt two soft arm
around her neck, and two sweet kisse
on her cheek.
"Why, here's my little rosebud again.
said she, looking down at the bright Iii
tie face close to her own.
captain Snarley's gone" said VII
fred, ''and he isn't ever'n ever comir
back again"
81 hope not,' said his mother.
Then Wilfred had his breakfast. am
he was so hungry he never once though
of the mince-pie.
Afterward he sat down at his mother
, feet, and she talked to him long tim
about his naughty temper. Wilire'
promised to try hard to be a good boy
and he is keeping his word.
! The last time | saw his mother sh
hadn't seen Captain Snarley for 50 long
time that she had almost forgotten him
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