The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-05-18
THE GOLDEN RULE.

Willie's lips stuck out as if a humble
bee had stung them. Think of i'll
when his dearest own mamma was
putting him to bed, and talking to
him so sweetly about the naughty
things he had been doing all day!
when you spoke so to Robbie, did
you think it was keeping the Golden
Rule?" said mamma.
HE says just that way to me, al
ways" cried Willie, excitedly; "and
he's bound to break all my things,
and he deserves to have his back
broke again."
But the Golden Rule, Willie!" said
mamma. my boy mustn't break that,
if Robbie does break playthings."
Willie 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 Willie a better boy.
Next morning Willie came down to
breakfast when he got ready. No
body called him. They had hot buck
wheats and honey for breakfast, and
usually called him so as to have them
nice; but this she said:
"He wouldn't trouble himself to call
us; never mind him."
When he did get down everything
was cold.
why don't somebody put them in
! the warming oven, Katie he asked
in angry surprise. "You wouldn't like
to have old friend griddles, stone
cold"
Deed, and I shouldn't think" said
Katie. But body can't be always
doing to other folks as ye'd like them
to do yerself."
This was Willies own idea, but it
wasn't pleasant to take with cold
griddles.
where's papa and mammal" he
asked after a while.
Gone, for sleigh-ride," replied
Katie.
without me-" cried Willie, choking
"Sure, yes" said Katie, cheerfully
They said they guessed it wouldn't
pay to wait for you-you never waited
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 a lovely
bunch of greenhouse roses in hel
arms, trimming bag of chocolate
caramels.
Aren't they beautiful" she said
pinning one in her collar and putting
the rest in a vase.
81 want one in my buttonhole,' said
Willie, wistfully, cycling the fragrant
buds.
YES" mamma said, sweetly, 'it
would be pretty!"- she fell to eat
ing the candy with great enjoyment.
Dinner was just as bad They no
ticed him now and then, carelessly
1t didn't seem that anyone was dis
pleased with him. Only nobody cared
for him. Oh, the misery of that little
sentence! Nobody seemed to be
thinking today:
Il wonder what my little Willie
would like!"
After dinner mamma sat down and
read: What Will He Do With It?'
Willie knew what he would do with
it, could he only get hold of it. He
would take that book and pitch il
"clear way down to the bottomest
place in the WE'LL Why, most al
ways, mamma read to him. And who
ever heard of mamma keeping the
nice things to eat all alone?
All at once mamma heard a grea
sob. She laid down her book, ant
looked at Willie sorrowfully.
Does he want to come and sit il
, mammals lap a minute?" she said
gently.
Bounce! It was only Willie, blu
people who aren't used to boys Nigh
have thought it was a cannon-bal
struck them, or something.
, "Oh, mammal" cried Willie squeez
ing her tight. 81 wish I was you
} mother, and you were my little boy
Dear mel" laughed mamma, though
she was almost crying. what for?'
"Oh, because I'd stop showing yol