The Monitor-register., 1896-06-26

His right name is Wilfred Henry Alton,
but he is not called by it very often.
When he is good and pleasant and sweet
his m and grandma call him Birdie
or Sunbeam. But when he ia naughty he
is called Captain Snarley.
One morning he came down stairs
looking like Captain Snarley. He put
his finger in his mouth. II DIES I've dot
a headache" he said.
"Have you? I'm very sorry" said his
mamma. "Where does it ache p"
"Way round de back of it," snarled
the captain.
81 guess that you have slept too long"
said the mother. "You will feel better
when you are washed and dressed and
have your hair combed." So she brought
his striped stockings and the little slippers
with rosettes and a new plaid frock which
she had finished only yesterday. But oh
how he snarled and fused all the time
she was dressing himl
When his mother made him look nice
and neat she said: "Now come and have
your breakfast"
But the naughty boy growled: II don't
fink tan eat anything 'cept a piece OF
mince pie"
81 rave not any mince pie in the
house" said his mother, land you know
that l never let you eat it for breakfast.
Here is some nice bread and milk in youl
little China bowl, and the cook les that
grandma sent you"
eff l tan't have some mince pie,
tan't eat anything" said Captain Snarley.
VERY WELL" said his mamma, So
she put the things away and sat down to
her sewing.
Wilfred pulled his little r~ocking-ohair
near the fire, and sat a long time scowl.
ing at the stove. Presently he began to
kick with his foot. He knew that 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.
Wilfred was very unhappy, and he
began to be ashamed of himself. Besides,
he was getting hungry. He wished his
mother to speak tt him, but she didn't
She was sewing on a little coat, and was
singing softly to herself.
Wilfred knew that the little cOat was
for him. Usually he liked to hear his
mother sing, bat TO- he wished that she
would not look so happy when he was so
miserable. The more he thought about
it the worse he felt. He began to cry,
but his mother took no notice. Pretty
soon he said: 20 dear! l wish that tould
have the nose bleed or somefn'. SO some.
body'd care"
People don't care much for Captain
Snarley, anyway" said his mother. 81
should like to hurt him myself, so he
would stay away and let me keep nv
little boy all the time"
"Should you prick his nose with your
needle ?" asked Wilfred.
Eyes. or 1 could whip him. 1 think
it would be better to whip him."
Uiiiiou InOuRub IL over. lie n
Captain Snarley had a little fight by
themselves by the stove. In a little
while his mother felt two soft arms
around her neck and two sweet kisses ON
her cheek.
"Why, here's my little rosebud again."
said she, looking down at the bright little
| face cloca tn har nun
captain Snarley's gone," said VIII
fred, ''and he isn't over tomin' back
| adam"
81 hope not" said his mother.
Then Wilfred had his breakfast, AID
he was 80 hungry that he never once
thought of the mince pie. Afterward he
sat down at his mothers feet, and she
talked to him a long time about his
naughty temper. Wiifred promised to
try hard to be a good boy. and he is
keeping his word.
The last time | saw his mother she
said that she had not seen Captain
Snarley for SO long a time that she had
almost forgotten him.-Southern Church
man.