Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-03-02
NXvI

Peter FIint.
TEXPECTED to have calldown from
Mr.. Benton today, but nothing hap
pened. guess Phillips reported me. all
right. for breaking those dishes yester-
day and denying the fact
! I'm mad today. | was out with Rosie
last night and told her about the scrap
with Phillips. But She only shrugged
her shoulders and said she didn't want
to hear my troubles as she had enough
Of her own. We got on to words and.
left her in Il hun.
This morning Billy Murray was COM
ing downstairs with four sixteen-lnCh
galvanized buckets and just as he start
ed down | gave him jab in the ankle
with my foot lie cried out and both
he and the buckets all fell rolling down
| the stairs. The very second I had done
/ II | wished I hadn't. for when he got
! to the bottom he didn't move, and 7
saw blood tricklng from his face 1t
was before o'clock and fortunately
there were no customers around, but
Flip came hurrying along as soon as he
heard the commotion. lie saw me stand
ing at the top Of the stairs white and
trembling
What have you been up to now?" he
snapped.
There you are" said angriy.
you're blaming me before you know
what's happened"
He had. however. brushed by me and
had run downstairs to see what was the
matter with Billy, who by this time was
trying TO sit up. | noticed that his lip
was cut Then Flip called me TO fetch
some water, which I did After he had
bathed away the blood he asked Billy
how It happened. Billy looked at me
hard for minute--so hard, in fact
that Phillips looked Mt me. too, and
felt my face growing red.
TT was an accident" said Billy, still
looking hard at me.
HIN" unused Phillips, 81 under
stand"
Billy didn't say had done it, bu. he
might Just as well have done so. At any
rate, | walked away and began my usual
morning work While doing so, KILLER
walked over and said TO me, quietly. by
the way. Flint. ! wish you would come
around to the house and have dinner
again tonight. will your
"Can't--I'm busy" snapped and then
] felt sorry, for knew it would have
done me good to have seen and spoken
to Margaret Riler.
Cant you really manage it," contin-
ued Riller.
wanted badly to say YES" but was
too mad to think of saying yes" after
having said no SO replied lawfully
good of you--can't do it, though"
You haven't been feeling very well
lately?" asked Rller kindly.
IT.fI
Can do anything to help you?"
You? Huh-guess not I'm real
piping mad through and through and
guess that's the trouble" I blurtcd out.
"Those whom the gods would destroy
they first make angry quoted Rillcr
quietly
you never get angry. SUPPOSE" I
said defiantly.
"Someimes," he said, with shrur of
his shoulders but I'm always sorry for
H. The fellow who loses his temper al
ways gets the worst of the deal. When
you get mad you lose your sense of rea-
soning. You say and do things which
In sane moments you would never think
of doing. What chance would a prize
fighter have who lost his temper against
another who had complete control of
his-all other things being equal? You
are In the position of the mad prize
fighter" he continued, "and you are
just hitting around wildly and only
hurting yourself. You've got some
friends here. Now, pull yourself to-
gether and tell Phillips that YOU are
sorry you lost your temper and ask him
to give you another chance" He paused
a minute and added, And cut out going
with Billy Murray"
This sounded like rather good advice
and ! began to walk slowly toward
Flip, when the sight of him again reused
the temper in me.
Tell that man I'm sorry?" a voice |
said within me. 81 guess not; I'll be |
fired first"