The Arizona sentinel., 1888-08-25
wILLY's LESSON.
How He Was Taught That It Would Be HOrrid to Live in a House Where No- body Kept the Golden Rule.


 Horrid to Live in a House Where No body Kept the Golden Rule.
 Willy's lips stuck out as if humble bee had stung them. Think of it! when his own dearest mamma was softly put ting him to bed, and talkingto him so sweetly about the naughty things he had been doing all dayl
 "When you spoke so to Robbie, did you think it was keeping the Golden Rule?" said mamma, sadly.
 '.He says just that way to me always" :" cried Willy, ''And he's abound to break all my things, and he deserves to have his broke back again"
 ''But the Golden Rule, Willyr' said mamma. My boy mustn't break that, if Robbie does break playthings."
 Willy didn't say, Don't care;;" but old Don't Care sat on his lips as big as life.
 Mamma went away at last, and left him. She sat down by the window, and tried to think up some plan to make Willy a better boy.
 Next morning Willy came downzto breakfast when he got ready. Nobody called him. They had hot buckwheats and honey for breakfast; and usually mamma called him so as to have them nice. But this time she said: "He wouldn't trouble himself to call us. Never mind him"
 "Why didn't somebody put lem in the warming oven, KatyP' he asked in angry surprise. ''You, wouldn't like it, I Ivuess, to have old fried griddles, stone cold"
 '.Deed, and I shouldn't think" said Katy. But 8 body can't be always doing to other folks as ye'd like thei to do to yersilf."
 This was Willy's own idea, but it wasn't pleasant to take with cold grid dles.
 "Where's papa and mammal" he asked after awhile.
 "Gone for a sleigh-ride," said Katy.
 Without me?" cried Willy, chok- ing
 ''Sure, yis," said Katy, cheerfully. "'They said they guessed it wouldn't pay to wait for you. You never wait for anybody"
 He couldn't eat any more breakfast no, not if the cakes had been red-hot. Mamma gone, mamma to do so, mamma to speak like that! He went and hid his face in her old wrapper in the closet, and cried an hour or less.
 The sound of sleigh-bells made him come out. In came mother, rosy, sweet, holding in her hand lovely bunch of greenhouse roses, in her arms a brim- ming bag of chocolate caramels.
 Aren't they beautiful?" she said, pinning one in her collar and putting the rest in silver vase.
 "I want one in my buttonhole," said Willy, wistfully, eying the creamy, fra grant buds,
 ''Yes," said mamma, sweetly,. Cit would be pretty" and fell to eating the candy with great enjoyment.
 Dinner was just as bad. They noticed him now and then. carelessly. It didn't seem that any one was displeased with him. Only nobody cared for him. Oh, the misery of that little sentencei No body seemed to be thinking to-day, 'I wonder what my little Willy would like"
 After dinner, mamma sat down and read "What will he do with it?" Willy knew what he would do with it, could he only get hold of it. He would take that book and pitch it "clear away down to the bottomest place in the we'll" Read and eat caramels!
 Why, almost always mamma. read to him. And who ever heard of mamma keeping nice things to eat all alone?
 All at once, mamma heard great sob. She laid down her book, and looked at Willy sorrowfully.
 "Does he want to come and sit in lap a minutep" she said, gently.
 Bounce! It was only Willy; but peo- pie who aren't used to boys might have thought it was a cannon-ball struck them, or something.
 70 mamma" cried Willy, squeezing her tight, '1 wish was your mother, and you were my little boy!"- "Dear mer' laughed mamma, though she was almost crying. What for?"
 "Oh, because I'd stop showing you how horrid it is not keeping the Golden Rule"
 Mamma took the hint, and gave him some candy, with two of her best kisses.
 70 mamma" sobbed Willy on her neck, wouldn't it be horrid to live in a house where nobody kept the Golden Rule?n e?n-WeIl-S Spring.
 We are taught, and we teach by . ahol1t rs that never goes