Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-01

things instead He had given him love-
y pair of sidewalk skates He had also
filed a table I'D two stockings with
games. toys, dy. nuts. figs. fruit and
many other gifts too numerous 10 men
ton. But no pony had he brought.
Then Little Boy Bulger had conceived
the idea of asking papa and mamma for
q New Year gift In the shape of a pony
The good papa and mamma always made
Little Boy Rul,;ers New Year almost as
much an event as Christmas. and lie knew
there would be some more gifts for him
this time from his parents instead Of
from Santa. SO he limited pretty broad
~ to first papa and then to mamma that
he varied ice little riding pony for a
New Year gil. But when New Year
dawned and Little Boy Bulger leaped
1ghtie-dovn 10 he big living room
(where The presents were always placed
christmas ard New Year, lie was deeply
disappointed to find no pony paving and
neighing there. sadded and bridled for its
youthful rider. And this morning the
pouts were Ipon Little Boy Buiger. He
sat by the window. dragging on his
shoes as tho ugh he were more in the no
ton of going to bed than of staying up
His forehea puckered and his lips stuck
out tremen lousy. oh, he looked very.
very i'll ten pered and ugly.
After his shoes were quite on Little Boy
Bulger sat motionless, looking into the
white outs de. for snow was filing the
the snow. His room was coy and warm.
a great steam radiator between him and
the window was warding off any cold
that might get in around the sash. And
the big ST Iffed chair entirely filled with
feather cushions and Little Boy Bulger,
was also 7'ery comfy.
Il dom want anything-'Iess I can
have a rony." muttered pouting Little
get anything else for newell. they can
give it t. Cousin Bella. She'll be glad
10 get most anything. for she's a girl,
and GIRLS aren't so particular as boys.
Bella? She couldn't ride-shes girl.
Girls are like dolls-pretty to look at.
but not very useful" Thus soiloquizing.
Little Boy Bulger fell asleep. for he had
finished his morning nap. And the
warmth rom the steam radiator, just at
his side and the feather cushions about
him soothed his ruffied spirits and sent
him Mapping.
When Little Boy Bulger ran down 10
the livini, room that morning no one saw
him. for papa was out at the stable-very
busy at some work-and mamma was in
the dining room setting the table for
breakfaS, and Jane-the cook-WaS in the
kitchen preparing the morning meal. So.
no one 1;new that Little Boy Bulger had
been downstairs. and had returned To his
room in an unpleasant frame of mind.
Indeed when the table was finished.
mamma went TO the foot of the stairs to
call Lit Boy Bulger down TO breakfast.
Just she did SO papa came into the
hall. sta nping the snow from his coat.
We'll. papa. do you think the snow will
soon stop %" asked mamma. anxiously. 1T
will be such disappointment if it keeps
up all orning. ! so wanted to have the
surprise ready for Boy Bulger when he
came dc wn.
''Oh, is only sudden sift of snow
some left in the flying clouds from the
snow OF yesterday. 1t will be over before
breakfa Il. Has Boy Bulger come down
yet?"
NO: he's still asleep" said mamma.
Would we better let him have his Satur-
day sles p out?' she asked.
Yes: let the little chap sleep his fill
Saturday morning., replied papa us
b-eakfas ST ready" he went on. removing
hall RAJ k
Yes, and We'll sit down. Boy Bulger