Omaha daily bee., 1909-11-14
Second Prize.)
Another Place to Live.

BY Hildaguard wendell, Aged 10 Years,
Auburn. Neb, Red Side.
why didn't you have griddle cakes this
morning? I don't want these mullins. You
never have what 1 want" said Willie sui
lenly as he sat down to breakfast, w
never have anything good to eat like
other people. who wants those horrid old
muffins?"
Willie, you see, was not a very amiabls
boy and not a well behaved boy. He had
found fault with his food so long that it
became a habit and he never sat down
to a meal without making a complaint. II
there were griddle cakes for breakfast he
did not want them that morning, and IL
there were nice. warm rolls he frowned
and said he wanted griddle cakes. If there
was syrup from New Orleans he said he
did not like syrup, but wanted honey,
and il there was honey he declared he
wanted maple syrup, and If there was
maple syrup then he said that sugar house
molasses was the only thing fit to eat on
warm, buttered cakes. So you see ii was
hard to please Master Willie. No matter
what was served for breakfast or dinner
he was sure to object to 1t, so his mother
resolved to teach this bad boy a lesson,
and what do you think she did? Well, we
will see.
EARLY one morning Willie came down to
breakfast as usual. pouting and finding
fault with everything on the table and
saying that he never could have anything
nice to eat like other boys and he wished
ne could go somewhere else to live.
well, Willie, were his mother, II
have been thinking that it would be much
better II you did go somewhere else to
live, where you could get just what you
want. So, my dear, after breakfast you
can get a suit or change Of clothing and
go out n find another place to live"
Willie was surprised and opened his eyes
wide. He did not expect this reply, for his
mother was always very kind and gentle,
but he was determined not to shed a tear
and tried to look very brave. After break
fast ne walked upstairs with his hands in
his pockets and whistled very loud to let
everybody know that he did not care if he
was going to leave his home. He put a
suit of clothes in a bundle and carried the
bundle on a stick over his shoulder. His
heart was full and his eyes were full, but
he choked down the tears and walked
down the front steps very proudly, without
saying goodbye to his mother. Oh, how his
heart did beat and plainly his conscience
whispered to him that he was not a kind,
dutiful son. But ne olu just Wnat you 10
sometimes. He would not listen to con-
science and walked straight on. His
mother stood at the door, hoping he
might turn back, but stubborn Willie
went on his way. He wandered about all
day long and when it began to grow dark
he thought he would go to his uncle's and
spend the night. But what a night it was
to Willie! He shed bitter tears and re-
solved that as soon as daylight came he
would go home and beg his mothers par
don. He did not stay to breakfast with his
uncle, but went home as fast as he could
walk and told his mother how sorry he
was for his bad behavior, and when he
sat down to breakfast he ate heartily and
declared that it was the best breakfast he
had ever eaten. OF course. his mother for
gave him and was glad to have her boy
at home again. And after that day While
never complained or found fault with the
food on the table.