The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-09-24
The True SOory Of Jack-By Eleanor Hun


lacks temper was the family terror
He was one OF the incest kindest, pleas
ATTEST bows in the world when his temper
was not reused. He was honest, clever,
quick at his lessons. ready 10 run OF an
errand for his father or TO help bis mother,
and IL it had not been for that temper
ne would have been a very satisfactory
boy; as Il was, everybody lived in fear OF
crossing him. His mother never left home
for the afternoon without anxiety, for she
knew that II Jack had a tantrum while
she was not there, the consequence might
be serious.
Jack was always sorry after every ex-
plosion, and ashamed OF himself, too.
when his mother talked IT over with him.
81 wish could lose 1t and never find IL
again, the villianous old thinGl" said
he to her after a very hard time. Il
don't want to keep that kind Of a temper;
its worse than a torpedo: why, mother,
II goes off quicker than flash almost
before ] know II. and I can't help IT,"
THAT is true. Jack" his mother answer
ed sadly. "You have let II go so long.
now, that you cannot help II, and know
that II you continue I'm this way you will
never make n good or useful man. As
you grow older you grow worse instead Of
better and 1 am afraid that I'm fit OF
passion some day you may do some dread
>
That is the end which 1 fear for my boy"
Jack looked very sober. He had never
heard his mother talk quite like this
before. 'What can do, mother" said he.
"You know there Is one way I'm which
you can gain the victory. Jack" she an
swered. with God's help you can con-
auer your temper, but you never Will with
out IT."
Mother" said Jack. az get mad so quick
L e. a.
help me.
"Of course you do not" his mother
returned, 'but you can ask Him when
you are quiet and at peace, for help in
time of need"
81 did" said Jack in low voice, "only
last night, and this morning / got angry
just the same as ever"
But" said his mother God cannot
help you unless you try to help yourself
also. Instead of staying and bandying
words this morning with Harry you should
have run away and left him. Then you
would have been saved. Instead OF that
you courted danger"
'T would not like to run away" object
ed Jack."I would feel ashamed TO-"
'T should feel more ashamed of speaking
such words as you spoke this morning
than I should Of running away until
could regain my self-contol," was his
mother replied.
Il" Mother" said Jack, II will try harder
than ever you see II don't"
His knother smiled O little sadly.
She saw Jacks weakness more plainly
than he did, but she only said.
l hope you WILL my son." and rose
up and went out OF the room
The next morning was Saturday, and
Jack was out under the big apple tree,
near the Kitchen door, churning for his
10 hgA
OF hers tied about his waist and he was
splashing the dasher Of the old fashioned
churn mp and down with great energy when
his friend Tom Mallory from across the
road came over. Tom had his beansiinger
in his hard. and he was slowly pepper
ing various objects as he walked along
Hello. Bridget" said ne. as he caugh.
sight Of Jack in his kitchen regaiia
Hello yourself. responded Jack cheer
fully. He was not at all ashamed eithtr Of
his costume or his occupation.
can you 40 fishing this afternoon"
inquired Tom, continuing his shooting
as he seated himself on an upturned pail
II guess so. III ask mother" answer
"a Jack.
Tom began aiming his ammunition Mt
the churn. when SUDDENLY one bean flew
wide Of the mark and hit Jack with con-
siderable force I'm the eye.
stop that. Jack cried, making a sud
den involuntary motion which knocked
the churn over and sent fits contents flow
Ing out upon the grass Jacks foot slipped
In the buttermilk, and down he wentl
full length in the midst Of It, He picked
himself up dripping and with his apron
Tapping about his heels. The sight was
too much for Toms boy-nature
I'm awful sorry" said he, but he
laughed.
Jack white with passion flew at him.
Tom turned to run. but Il was too late
Jack caught UP with him."Ill pay you
for thisF'he shrieked. and his hard brown
list sprang out like hammer and struck
Tom on the side Of his head.
The boy dropped on the soft gren grass
without sound. and lay quite still.
Are you hurt Tom7" said Jack.
sohered at once. but there was no answer
Jack looked al the white face for one long
dreadful minute, then he turned and
went into the house as IL he was walk
Ink In some frightful dream. and found
his mother.
Mother said he coming up TO her and |
speaking thickly, mother. come down |
stsirs. I've killed Tom Mallory"
They lifted the poor unconscious boy up |
In their arms and carried him home TO his |
r.ether, vi lie Jack crept away into re- |
mote corner OF the barn and flung him. !
fslf face downward on the hay silent and |
tesrlessEis whqe being one great
SHRs o. misery,