A Bad Boy At Breakfast

"Yes," saïd the boy, wiin a vacaui look, "I take no interest in the pieasure of the chase any more, though I did have a little quïet fun this rnorning at the breakfast table. You see pa is the contrariest man evor was. If I complain that anything at the table don t taste good, pa says it is all right. Ihis moming I took the syrup pitcher and emptied out the white syrup and put in sonie cod-liver oil that ma is taking for her cough. I put some on my pancakes, nnrl nretended to taste of it, and 1 told pa the syrup was sour, and not fit to eat. Pa was mad in a second, and he poured out some on his pancakes and said I was getting too confounded particular. He said the syrup was good onough for him, and he sopped his pancakes in it and fired some down his neck. He is a gaul darned hypocrite- that's what he is. I could see by his face that the cod-liver oil was near killino- him, but he said the syrup was all right, and if I didn't eat mine he d break my neck; and by gosh I had to eat, and pa he guessed he hadn t got much appetite and he would just drmk a cup of coffee and eat a donut. I like to dide, and that I think makes this disappointment in love harder to bear. But I feit sorry for ma. Ma ain t got a very strong stunimish, and when she got some of that cod liver oil in her mouth she went up stairs, sickern a horse, and pa had to help her, and she had nooralgia all the morning. I eat nit1B tn take the taste out of my mouth. and then I laid for tne mreü "iris. They eat too much syrup, anyway, and when they got on to that cod ïver oil and swallowed a lot of it, one of them an nirish girl, she got up from the table and put her hand on her corset and said 'howly Moses!' and went out into the kitchen looking as pale as ma does when she has powdcr on her face, and the other girl, who is Dutch, she swallowed a pancake and said, 'Mine Gott, vas de matter from me, and she went out and leaned on the ooal bin. Then they talked Insh and Duteh, and got clubs and staited to look forme, and I thought I would come over here. The whole family is sick, but it is not from love, liko my ïllness, and they will get over it, while 1 shall flll an early grave; but not till 1 have made that girl and the telegraph messeneer wish they was dead. Pa and I are going to Chicago next week, and Hl bet we 11 have some ftin. Pa says I need a chango of air, and I think he is o-oing to try to lose me. It s a cold day when I gct left anywhere that I can't fin.l myway back. Well, good bye.old pota toes." .