Tiger and Tom and Other Stories for Boys.
by Various.
TIGER AND TOM
The day was pleasant, in that particularly pleasant part of summer time, which the boys call "vacation," when Tiger and Tom walked slowly down the street together.
You may think it strange that I mention Tiger first, but I a.s.sure you, Tom would not have been in the least offended by the preference. Indeed, he would have told you that Tiger was a most wonderful dog, and knew as much as any two boys, though this might be called extravagant.
Nearly a year ago, on Tom"s birthday, Tiger arrived as a present from Tom"s uncle, and as the dog leaped with a dignified bound from the wagon in which he made his journey, Tom looked for a moment into his great, wise eyes, and impulsively threw his arms around his s.h.a.ggy neck.
Tiger was pleased with Tom"s bright face, and affectionately licked his smooth cheeks. So the league of friendship was complete in an hour.
Tom had a pleasant, round face, and you might live with him a week, and think him one of the n.o.blest, most generous boys you ever knew. But some day you would probably discover that he had a most violent temper.
You would be frightened to see his face crimson with rage, as he stamped his feet, shook his little sister, spoke improperly to his mother, and above all, displeased his great Father in heaven.
Now I am going to tell you of something which happened to Tom, on this account, which he never forgot to the end of his life.
Tiger and Tom were walking down the street together one pleasant day, when they met d.i.c.k Casey, a schoolfellow of Tom"s.
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"O d.i.c.k!" cried Tom, "I"m going to father"s grain store a little while.
Let"s go up in the loft and play."
d.i.c.k had just finished his work in his mother"s garden, and was ready for a little amus.e.m.e.nt. So the two went up in the loft together, and enjoyed themselves for a long time.
But at last one of those trifling disputes arose, in which little boys are so apt to indulge. Pretty soon there were angry words, then (Oh, how sorry I am to say it!) Tom"s wicked pa.s.sions got the mastery of him, and he beat little d.i.c.k severely.
Tiger, who must have been ashamed of his master, pulled hard at his coat, and whined piteously, but all in vain. At last Tom stopped, from mere exhaustion.
"There, now!" he cried, "which is right, you or I?"
"I am," sobbed d.i.c.k, "and you tell a lie."
Tom"s face became crimson, and darting upon d.i.c.k, he gave him a sudden push. Alas! he was near to the open door. d.i.c.k screamed, threw up his arms, and in a moment was gone.
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Tom"s heart stood still, and an icy chill crept over him from head to foot. At first he could not stir; then--he never knew how he got there, but he found himself standing beside his little friend. Some men were raising him carefully from the hard sidewalk.
"Is he dead?" almost screamed Tom.
"No," replied one, "we hope not. How did he fall out?"
"He didn"t fall," groaned Tom, who never could be so mean as to tell a lie, "I pushed him out."
"_You_ pushed him, you wicked boy," cried a rough voice. "Do you know you ought to be sent to jail, and if he dies, maybe you"ll be hung."
Tom grew as white as d.i.c.k, whom he had followed into the store, and he heard all that pa.s.sed as if in a dream.
"Is he badly hurt?" cried some one.
"Only his hands," was the answer. "The rope saved him, he caught hold of the rope and slipped down; but his hands are dreadfully torn--he has fainted from pain."
Just then Tom"s father came in, and soon understood the case. The look he gave his unhappy son, so full of sorrow, not unmingled with pity, was too much for Tom, and he stole out followed by the faithful Tiger.
He wandered to the woods, and threw himself upon the ground. One hour ago he was a happy boy, and now what a terrible change! What had made the difference?--Nothing but the indulgence of this wicked, violent temper.
His mother had often warned him of the fearful consequences. She had told him that little boys who would not learn to govern themselves, grew up to be very wicked men, and often became murderers in some moment of pa.s.sion.
And now, Tom shuddered to think he was almost a murderer! Nothing but G.o.d"s great mercy in putting that rope in d.i.c.k"s way, had saved him from carrying that load of sorrow and guilt all the rest of his life.
But poor d.i.c.k might die yet--how pale he looked--how strange! Tom fell upon his knees, and prayed G.o.d to spare d.i.c.k"s life, and from that time forth, with G.o.d"s help, he promised that he would strive to conquer his wicked temper.
Then, as he could no longer bear his terrible suspense, he started for Widow Casey"s cottage. As he appeared at the humble door, Mrs. Casey angrily ordered him away, saying, "You have made a poor woman trouble enough for one day." But d.i.c.k"s feeble voice entreated, "O mother, let him come in; I was just as bad as he."
Tom gave a cry of joy at hearing these welcome tones, and sprang hastily in. There sat poor d.i.c.k, with his hands bound up, looking very pale, but Tom thanked G.o.d that he was alive.
"I should like to know how I am to live now," sighed Mrs. Casey. "Who will weed the garden, and carry my vegetables to market? I am afraid we shall suffer for bread before the summer is over," and she put her ap.r.o.n to her eyes.
"Mrs. Casey," cried Tom, eagerly, "I will do everything that d.i.c.k did. I will sell the cabbages, potatoes, and beans, and will drive Mr. Brown"s cows to pasture."
Mrs. Casey shook her head incredulously; but Tom bravely kept his word.
For the next few weeks Tom was at his post bright and early, and the garden was never kept in better order. Every morning Tiger and Tom stood faithfully in the market place with their baskets, and never gave up, no matter how warm the day, till the last vegetable was sold, and the money placed faithfully in Mrs. Casey"s hand.
Tom"s father often pa.s.sed through the market, and gave his little son an encouraging smile, but he did not offer to help him out of his difficulty, for he knew if Tom struggled on alone, it would be a lesson he would never forget. Already he was becoming so gentle and patient that every one noticed the change, and his mother rejoiced over the sweet fruits of his repentance and self-sacrifice.
After a few weeks, the bandages were removed from d.i.c.k"s hands, but they had been unskillfully treated, and were drawn up in very strange shapes.
Mrs. Casey could not conceal her grief. "He will never be the help he was before," she said to Tom, "he will never be like other boys, and he wrote such a fine hand; now he can no more make a letter than that little chicken in the garden."
"If we only had a great city doctor," said a neighbor, "he might have been all right. Even now his fingers might be helped if you should take him to New York."
"Oh, I am too poor, _too poor_" said she, and burst into tears.
Tom could not bear it, and again rushed into the woods to think what could be done, for he had already given them all his quarter"s allowance. All at once a thought flashed into his head, and he started as if he had been shot. Then he cried in great distress:--
"No, no, anything but that, I can"t do _that!_"
Tiger gently licked his hands, and watched him with great concern.
Now came a terrible struggle. Tom paced back and forth, and although he was a proud boy, he sobbed aloud. Tiger whined, licked Tom"s face, rushed off into dark corners, and barked savagely at some imaginary enemy, and then came back, and putting his paws on his young master"s knees, wagged his tail in anxious sympathy.
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