Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-29

thize with her boy. Only she was sor-
ry when she thought how hardly won is
the victory over ones own spirit.
Tom went along saying to himself:
"'Greater than he that taketh city l
call that putting it pretty strong''
Just then Jarvis Brooks caught sight
OF him from down the street and called
out: ''Hello, there, Nitro .glycerlne. On
your way to SCHOOL,"
How the blood flew up to Toms face,
and the quick anger sprang up in his
heart. But he did say to himself, just in
time 10 prevent an angry reply: "Well,
'twasn't putting it bit too strong, after
ALI"
So by the time he reached Jarvis, he
spoke to HIM as pleasantly as though
Nitro lycerine was his name and he
liked 1t.
Jarvis was good-natured boy, not by
any means unkind intentionally; but
liked to tease, just for fun. Not getting
much fun this time, he gave it up; and
so Tom had gained little victory and
began to 1eel quite pleased with himself.
Ball-playing was the game at that time.
Marbles and kites had gone by and moth
ing but bats and balls were seen On the
playground, and I'm not sure but they
were in the minds of the boys during
schoOl-hours. At least that was the way
the teacher accounted for imperfect les
sons now and then. Tom managed to
get through the morning in school and at
recess without once getting vexed. He
came near it once or twice, and when
Will Hammond accidently overturned
Tom dinner-pail, causing the apples to
roll around on the floor III a careless
manner, and making decided turn
over" OF the section of currant-pie, and
then allowing Tom to bear the blame, it
required all.Tom's courage to keep from
..'taking the top OF his head of. That
was one of Toms tavorite expressions.
Not that he ever carried the threat out in
any instance, but it was only his strong
way of putting things. But he thought
"Greatcr is he,' etc. in time to save Will
the top of his head; or, what is more to
the purpose, in time to save his temper.
When he went home at noon, for his
demolished dinner didn't quite satisfy
his appetite, he said:
"Your recipe works 6rst-rate. mother.
I'm getting great, according to your ideas,
for I've kept my temper all the forenoon;
and 1 tell you, it's been under what you
call trying circumstances too. Will
Hammond had to go and upset my DIM
ner pail and spoil my dinner, and so 1
lose part OF the game of ball. And l tell
you, mother, it was too bad. I wanted
to punch him; but didn't. Why I'm
getting to be perfect lamb. Give me
little more pie, please, and let me hurry
off. I want our side to beat. l tell you,
l won't get mad once to-day
''Tom, let me give you one more verse,
said his mother.
Don't know about that. It's hard
work enough to manage one. But let's
have it. It'll be good I know.
Ole, not him who putteth on his har-
ness boast as he who taketh it off. -
"Humph! That means,.,I s'pose, that I
haven t finished this little battle of mine
yet. Rather discouraglng. But never
mind. I'll think Of it, if cam
When he got back to the ground, the
game was at its height. Tom s place
had been filled for him, and he took 1t as
soon as he arrived.
His side was winning, and, as he was
in earnest in everything he did he forgot
all but the game. Then IN about min
ute more some one cried out: "Tom
Gayle don't play fairr'
"Who says 1 don't play fair?" cried
Tom.
81 say sop said boy on the other
side.
, "Say it again, it you darer' And
Toms temper was rapidly getting the
mastery.
~ do say it. That last blow wasn't
fair; and I'll prove it to you, if you won't
fly into rage"
The boy was John Hollis, good friend
of Toms; but ne said Tom cheated, and,
although he hadn't meant it quite as it
sounded, and though Tom loved him in
a thorough schoolboy fashion, everything
of that kind faded out of his mind, and
in less than half minute he had dealt
John blow, and then another and an
other, and the pleasant school playground
was the scene of that disgrace to school
boys. fight.
John wasn't Il strong boy, and Tom
was streng and had the strength which
anger gives; and catching hold of
Johns arm, he gave 1t a twist, and an
instant more John lay, white and
falnting, on the grass. The arm vas
broken, whether from blow or from
the fall none could tell; but Tom ought
he knew. White! Yes, except for one
OF two ugly marks, and still, as though
dead.
Toms anger was gone, and g great re-
proach sprang up in his heart against
himself.
'Oh, Boys! Have I killed himz'
"Of course you have" cried one
''Run and tell the teacher" cried an
other And the boys ran this way and
that, while Tom bent over him, loosened
his clothing, and in moment or two.
had tic satisfaction of seeing him open
his eyes, and though lbs came back 10
consciousness only to grean with pain,
the groaDs were sweet to Tom 5 ear.
Anything but that deathly stiffness.
Then they helped him up, and Tom and
one or two of the boys went home with
him.