The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1860-10-31

knew as much as any two boys, though this
might be called rather extravagant.
i Nearly year ago, on Toms birthday,
Tiger arrived as present from Toms uncle,
and as he leaped with digniiied bond from
the wagon in which he made his journey,
Tom looked for moment into his great, wise
eyes, and impulsiyely threw his arms around
his shaggy neck. Tiger, on his part, was
pleased with Toms bright face, and most
aifectionately licked his smooth cheeks. So
the league Of friendship was complete from
that hour.
Tom soon gave his school-fellows to un-
derstand that Tiger was dor Of superior
talents, and told them that he meant TO give
him a liberal education. So when Tom
studied his lessons, Tiger too, was furnished
with book, and, sitting by Toms side, he
would pore over the pages with an air ol
great profundity, occasionally grayely turn
ing leaf with his paw. Then Tiger was
taught to go to the Posi- Office, and bring
home the daily paper. He could also carry
a basket to the bakers for crackers and cake,
and putting his money on the counter with
his mouth, he would wait patiently till the
basket was filled, and then trot faithfully
home. Added to all these graces of mind,
Tiger had shown himself possessed ofa large
heart, for he had plunged into the lake one
raw Spring morning, and saved little child
from drowning. So the next Saturday, Tom
called full meeting of his school mates, af
ter numerous grand speeches to the effect
| that Tiger was hero. as well as a gentle
man and scholar" an enormous brass medal
was fastened around his neck, and he was
made to acknowledge the honor b. standing
on his hind legs, and barking vociierouslY.
Old Major White had offered fom ten dol
lars for Tiger, but Tom quickly informed
him he wouldn't take hundred"
But am telling you too much about Tiger,
and must say few words about his master
who is really the subject Of my story. As |
have already told you; Tom had pleasant,
round face, and you might live with him a
week, and think him one of the nobiest, most
generous boys you ever knew. But some
/ day YOU would probably discover that he had
most violent temper. You would be fright
ened b see his face crimson with rage, as he
stamped his feet, shook his little sister, spoke
| improperly to his mother, and above all.
sorely displeased his great Father in heaven.
/ To be sure, Tom was soon over his passion,
and very repentant, but then he did not re-
member to be watchful and struggle against
this great enemy, and the next time he was
attacked, he was very easily overcome, and
had many sorrowful hours in consequence.
Now am going 20 tell YOU of one great trial
on this account, which Tom never forgot to
the end of his life. As was saying little
while ago, Tiger and Tom were walking
down the street together when they met
Dick Casey, school-fellow of Toms.
"0h Dick !" cried Tom, q" I'm going to
fathers grain store little while. Let's 20
up in the loft and play"
Dick had just finished his work in his
mothers garden, aud was all ready for a lit
tie amusement. So the two went up tOseth-
er, and enjoyed themselves highly for a long
| time. But at last arose one Of those triiling
disputes, in which little BOYS are apt to H.
dulge. Pretty soon there were angry words,
then (0h, how sorry am TO say il !l Toms
wicked passion got the mastery Of him, and
he beat little Dickseyerely. Tiger, who must
have been ashamed Of his master, pulled hard
at his coat, and whined piteously, but all in
vain. At last Tom stopped, irom mere ex-
haustion.
"There now Y he cried, (which Is right,
YOU Or IT,
al am sobbed Dick, "and sou tell
le."
Toms face flushed crimson, aud darting
upon Dick, he gave him a sudden push.
Alas lie was Too near the open door. Dick
screamed, threw up hts arms, and III a mo.
ment was gone Toms heart stnal still.
and an icy chill crept over him irom head to
foot. At first he could not stir; then--hc
never knew how he got there, but hr found
himself standing beside his little friend
Some men were raising him carefully from
the hard sidewalk.
"Is he dead p almost screamed Tom.
"No," replied one, eve hope not. How
did he Elll out:'
" He didn't fall" grnaned Tom, who never
could be so mean as TO tell lie, e pushed
him out"
!" YOu pushed him, you wicked hoy. : cried
a rough voice. edo YOU know you ought tuI
be sent to Jail, and il he dies, maybe you'l
be hung"
Tom grew as white as Dick, whom he had
followed into the store, and he heard all that
passed a. If in dream.
"ls he badly hurt:" cried some one.
"0nly his hands, was the answer. "rhe
rope saved him. lie caught hold Of the
rope, aud slipped down; but his hands are
drcadlully torn-he has tainted from pain
Just then Toms father came in, aud soon
understood the case. The look he gave his
unhappy son so full Of sorrow, not unmin.
glcd with pity. was tnU much for Tom. and
he stole out, followed by the faithful Tiger.
lie wandered tothe wood. aud threw himself
upon the ground. One hour are he was
happy bDy. aud now what a terrible change
What had made the diacrencef Nothing,
but the indulgence uf this wicked, violent
temper. His mother had often warned him
Of the fearful consequences. She had told
him that little BOYS who would not learn 70
rnNrrn fhrinsrlNas nre ~ nm ~ he very wirk.