Omaha daily bee., 1910-01-02

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- only half the buttons. He was
l1leS&N in a surly frame of mind, a
SS very ugly thing for a dear,
sweet-faoed little boy. And Little Boy
Bulger was a dear, sweet-faced little boy,
though you would not nave thought so
could you have pecped in on him at this
particular minute.
Now, the thing that was putting Little
Boy Bulge into such an ugly temper was
the fact that Christmas and New Year
were both over and he had not received
the one thing that he wanted most--a rid
ing pony. He had asl ed Santa Claus to
fetch him a pony for Christmas, and Santa
had brought him many other things in
stead, lie had given him a lovely pair of
sidewalk skates. He had also filled a
table and two stockings with games, toys.
candy, nuts, figs, fruit and many other
gifts too numerous to mention, But no
pony had he brought.
Then Little Boy Bulger had conceived
the idea of asking papo and mamma for
u New Years gift in the shape of a pony.
The good papa and mamma always made
Little Boy Buyers New Year almost as
much an event as Christmas, and he knew
there would be some more gifts for him
Ibis time from his parents. instead Of from
Santa. SO he limited pretty broadly to
first papa and then to mamma that he
wanted a nice little riding Tony for a New
Years gift, But when New Year dawned,
and Little Boy Bulger leaped from bed and
ran-barefooted and In nightie-down to
the big living room (where the presents
always were put on Christmas and New
Year, he was deeply disappointed to find
no pony paving and nelghing there, sad
died and brldled for youthful rider. And
this morning the pouts were upon Little
Boy Bulger. lie sat by the window. drag
ging on his shoes as though he were more
In the notion Of goIng 10 bed than Of stay
ing up, His forehead puckered, and his
lips stuck out tremendously. oh, he looked
very. very ill-tempered and ugly.
After his shoes were quite on Little Boy
Bulge sat motionless, looking into the
white outside, for snow was filling the air.
But Little Boy Bulger did not mind 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, stuffed chair, entirely filled with
feathe! cushions and Little Boy Bulger.
was also very comfy.
Il don't want ~anything-less I can have
a pony muttered pouting Little Boy Bull
ger. IF papa and mamma ever get any
thing else for newell, they can give it
TO Cousin BELLA, she'll be glad to get most
anything, for she's a girl, and girls aren't
so particular as boys. Besides. what good
would a pony do Bella2 She couldn't ride;
she's "A girl. Girls are like d~olls-pretty to
look at, but not very useful" Thus solllo-
quiEing' Little Boy Bulger fell asleep. for
he had awakened very early and had not
quite finished his morning nap, and the
warmth from the steam radiator just at
his side and the feather cushions about
him soothed his rutfled spirits and sent
him mapping.
When Little Boy Bulger ran down to
the living room room that morning no one
saw him, for papa was out at the stable
very busy at sonic work-and mamma was
In the dining room setting the table for
breakfast, and Jane. the cook, was in the
kitchen preparing the morning meal. SO
no one knew that Little Boy Bulger had
been downstairs ana 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