Daily globe., 1879-06-22

pushed Max before her through the hall, !
and thrust him out through the street
door.
"Therc!'' she exclaimed, "get out of
my sight. You are the worst boy I ever
saw There!" throwing his hat out after
him. "That is the last want to see OF
you:''
Mrs Fennimore was in the habit of
giving expression to her impatience in
angry words, the full meaning of which
she did not stop to realize. Perhaps
Max did not notice them much at first;
but such harsh and cruel words, although
scarcely needed at first, have power to re-
turn, and echo and re-echo through the
heart. She certainly could not have re-,
allied that the impression that she was
making on her boys mind would be as
lasting as his existence; that mothers
manner, her words, which make her in
fluence over her child, will follow it al
ways. That they will come back, per
haps, in adversely, to strengthen and
comfort with their gentleness and loving
patience, until it will seem almost that
her very presence is with him. Or they
may come to him in the hour of tempta-
ton, to sting with their pain and bitter
ness, and, perhaps turn the. balance on
the evil side. :Ia.
Max picked up his hat, and drawing
it closely down over his head, started
slowly down the street, feeling angry and
ill-natured.
That evening as the Fennimore family
were gathering round the supper table,
the eldest daughter entered, los,ing fresh
and excited. 'Where has Max been this
afternoon?" she asked, ''and what has he
been doing?'
"Why do you ask?" inquired Mrs.
Fennimorc, startled by her daughters
manner.
Gas was coming home saw him and
several other boys in the custody of
policeman, going toward the station
'Impossibler' exclaimed Mr.. Fenni-
more. "You must be mistaken. It
surely could not have been Max!'
mo, father, am not mistaken. I saw
him distinctly, and then hurried home to
let you know
Her words brought CONSERVATION to the
| whole family. Mr.. Fennimore took up
his hat, and leaving his supper untasted,
| hastened down the street.
| After Max had left home in the after
noon, he had fallen in with some boys Of
disreputable character, who had persuaded
him to join them in a fishing excursion
down to the mill-pond. After fishing
some time with Indifferent success, the
! boys began to amuse themselves by throw
ing stones through the windows of the
mill-which was not running at the
time-when they were arrested by q po
lice officer Two or three Of the boys had
succeeded in making their escape, before
they reached the station. Max was one
Of the number. Mr.. Fcnnimore could OBJ
tain no clue to his whereabouts. Neither
Of his parents, however, felt much alarm
over his absence; presuming him to be
frightened, they expected he would return
under cover of darkness.
''There has something got to be done
with that boy" said Mrs. Fennimore, lat
er in the evening, letting her sewing fall
idly in her lap, as she addressed her hus-
band. "He is getting to be so careless
and stubborn, that can do nothing with
him. He needs sterner hand than mine
to manage him.
! MIR. Fennimore moved uneasily; his
thoughts had also been occupied over his
sons welfare. ~ have thought sometimes
that we were too stern with linn, now,"
he replied. "Perhaps if you would be
more patient with him, and take an inte-
rest in his amusemcnts, he would be less
troublesome, and more contentcd at
home'
II have endeavorcd to be patient with
him. But you have no idea what q trial
that boy is. It does seem as if there is
no peace to be had in the house while he
is at home. He is continually in mischief
of some kind, or teasing bis sisters. 1t
was only yesterday that he took Cora's
kitten and after g'uing walnut shucks to
its feet, let it go in the room. Such a
mewing and Gathering I never heard
opened the door just in time to see her
dash out of the window. Cora, poor child,
was crying as if her little heart would
break, and Max he was almost beside
himself with delight, as if the combined
pleasure Of teasing his sister and torment
ing the cat was almost to much to be
borne"
Mr.. Fcnnimore did not laugh at the
recital OF the boys mischief, as he had
often done. He was too deeply troubled.
"One thing is certain" he said, decid-
cdly, ''the boy has got to be kept at home
more closely. It will not do to allow
him to be gone without knowing where
he has been, or what he has been doing
associating with boys who are left to
roam the streets in idlencss, and grow up
in an apprenticeship to vice. He has not
7 yet sufficient strength of principle to re-
sist mptation-few boys Of his age have
J To give him good moral training is a
} duty which we owe not only to him, but
} to God and society. We cannot always
shield him from temptation; but we can
see that his first impressions are good and
t pure; we can educate his moral percep.
5 tions, and strengthen his convictions OF
right, until he will learn to love virtue
| and hate vice. Then, when temptation
: does come, he can resist it. But this We
can never do if we permit him to run in
c the streets"
Mrs. Fennlmore was impressed by hel
4 husbands words, but she was convinced
against her will. It seemed great
n trouble to her to have the constant care
y of Max, when other boys, many of then
t the sons of respectable parents, were lef
" du USE CucluSclVcS LII Cue SCrc6CS. Nr
g Fennimore had referred to such as grow
: ing up apprentices to vic. Perhaps Sat
did not think of that. How often do W.
K refuse to see our wrong-doings until Coo
has laid His hand heavily upon us, ane
d we are made to see our faults through
binding tears.
d To Mrs. Fennimore, Max was NJ
$ mythical creature, but an actual, veri
/ table reality. A trouble, if she coult
} have it so; but trouble which she coult