The Farmington times. [volume] (Farmington, Mo.) 1874-1902, 1902-04-24
TON THE TEMPER.


! arc not yet ten 4 am NhhnR s0at you
should ride when William can 20 with you,
but Jon must not 60 alone"
| 30 young Dick Wilmer tried 70 he eoH.
tented, although there was a sore spot down
deep in his heart. An OF bis ehnms rode.
and not one OF them had 10 have horrid
man trotting sloaE behind II wasn't RICH;
that he should BE- treated hke a baby. when
| be was fully A. tail as Tom and the other
| fellows No one could guess that he waA
| nearly three year. younger. Ne went sor,
/ 'owfully out 90 Broncho's stall. and put his
own curly bead against the soft dark name
/ OF the young thoroughbred
For several Weei,s after his fathers man.
I late had gone forth Dick turned a deaf car
I 20 all of Toms entrcatics, and cndcavorcd
/ 90 forget the neat littlc lootman while dash
/ ina through the long winding country
roads. But a DAY came when all Of Dick .
. good resolutions were thrown 20 the Winds.
n was Saturday. Ar Brown. his tutor,
I had just left the house, aud the lesson books
{ were put aEay unit. Monday So, with a
| free heart, Dick bounded downstairs,
/ huckled on BIZ high riding boots slipped
INTO his heavy coat and set his scarlet cap
( well back on his curly head. Mr. Wilmer
[ had gone 10 Washington on business. ana
[ Mrs. Wilmer was out calling. Dick knew
/ by experience thai Il would probably be
/ dark before she would return, and Il Was
too lonesome ~ the house. Eyes Mf.
I Brown, who had been expected TO stay. was
/ autographed for, a. bis wife was taken sud.
denly 1T.
| 80 when lcfl alone Dick ran down to VII.
liams room. over the stable. His hand
was on the knob. and he opened bis mouth
10 call the groom. just then Tome mood
| ing voice cried:
Go on. baby call your NURSE
Dick wheeled around, his deep blue eyes
al ablagc With Indignation,
Il an not . baby, ss5 you know Il, Tom
Stimer.'
Then why NJ you always have him."
pointing a disdainiul finger toward the
closed door. tagging after YOU When
You are q man you'll have d Keeper. | cup
pose
Il won't have you talking ,ha, way 10 me
Ion not a baby, ana you know don't SAINT
WilliAm-aud / only have him because dad
ssd must cried Dick, sturdiiy.
'Doa'j you sycT expect TO have . mind Of
,ogr own dare you 10 60 to day without
him. tnunict Tom
dad ssid mustn't"
William l.n'i there; he went ont just
O. came in, % be can't 90, and you know
Henry Be- driving yuut mothers horrcs.'
What shall do. thea Dick stood for
. moment debating. Il MAS a glorious day,
cold and clear. except for a heavy bink O!
clouds slowly rising IN the north. II was
too lovely 10 stay stuffed W in the house
all the afternoon.
ut won't hurt you. IN take care Of you.
and ven only g. on the nearby roads.
Come on. Dick tempted the visitor
Il ought NOT Co. saId Dick. slowly. 1t
was so hard to refuse, ior be wanted so
much Co go.
Do a. you like" said Tom. u am g..
ing" And he oarrlessly threw himself on
the waiting pony.
just az that moment a low, surTowtui
uhiuny came from Bfonchos stall That
decided Dick. he would not be gone long.
and be would be very eaTciul-uh, very
careful,
A. fret his conscience prickcd him II;
llc but once out IN the soft, warm sur
hlns and galloping swiftly down the long
roads. he ioTgol hia scruples and never be
fore had be enjoyed a ride 90 murh. Il was
strange that neither Of them noticed when
the sun sank behind the clouds until they
we're completely covered with a soi, white
veil Of snow.
Come. Tom, lct's hurry home, called
Dick, frightened at the thought OF the
hogf
rs Jolly row--I am not going until the
ground gets covered" laughed Tom
Il tell sou 80 going 20 b. q bad storm.
/ am going home nov, Tom, and you can
come when sou please" Dick wheeled ais
horse around a. be spoke, and galloped in
the opposite direction.
M, ] say, DIX. some back called the
older boy, but he va- already out OF hear.
ing. Tom shrugged his shoulders aud rode
mcrrly on.
It Nas dark when Mr. Wilmer reached
home and found his wife 10 tear, and nearly
Mid from anxiety. " was bitterly cold,
and already the snowfall was quite deep.
Between her fobg Mr.. Wilmer told HIM
that Broneho had just come nome with the
saddle turned.
Mr.. WAmsf dad not hesitate an instant.
Thcre vas only one boy with whom Dies
could have gone, and very soon the anxious
father was catcchi-inR Tom Stimrr.
Dick hasn't got home YETI Tom asked,
terrified look coming over hts face.
NO. Did you make him go!'
Tom looked down. There was no use in
denying il. Suppose Dick va, lying hurt
or frozen IN the woods.
Yes. sir; asked him to 60. but didR't
think % would hurt, said Tom, slowly.
Gone With ne, sir, and show me where
he lett you" commanded Mr.. Wilmer,
sternly.
Il was not an easy task. for the binding
snaw made them almost lose their way in
the most familiar roads. Hours were sI,enl
in the search, and Mr.. Wilmer, Mr Stimer,
their servants aud thr neiEhbors looked Tn.
I'll they were discouraged,
Suddenly a joyful yelp from Dicks dog,
a great mastia, brought the halfiroEen
band together, and the dim lantern light
shed a faint red glow upon a small figure.
lying half buried in a drift, while beside
bin, with head dropped, stood The msss:E.
Tenderly the father lifted his unconscious
boy and carried him home No one suffered
A. much a. Tom during the doctors con
sultation, huddlsd up in a little heap out.
SIDE Dicks door. Hours wore by. and still
no sound from the room. At length the
door softly opened, aud the kind old family
physician came out
"Why. Tom. what are you doink here's"
ia he's he--deady" sobled Tom.
mo. my boy; be Is very much alive, and
IN few wcsks he viii be as well as Won are.
Was Il you who took himg"
Eyes. doctor" said Tom. mAniuuy; 4
despise myself for II. he didn't want 60
60. and tainted hum into H. 4 AN much
older than he IL. too. Don't sou think be
will always nate mef'
Il think, on the contrary, that you aud
Dick will be better friends than ever You
have learned that the way Of the trans
Eressor j. n6t az env.s5.s one" remarked
the old doctor, sageiy.
And the doctors prediction cans true,
for in their boyhood, university and man.
hood days Dick Wilmer and Tom we're ia,
teparAble.--N. Y. Tribune