“No,” said mamma, shaking her head: “I forgot when I let you keep the gun that you had a master.”
“A master?” asked Jack, in surprise.
“Yes,” said mamma, “you obey Bad Temper's orders, though you don't always obey mine.”
“Mamma,” said Jack, presently, “I think I'll leave Bad Temper's service. He gets me into a heap of trouble.”
“Do, Jack,” she said, smiling brightly at him. “And while you are getting rid of a bad master, remember that you have a good one, the Lord Jesus, on whose banner is written, ‘Putting away all wrath and clamor.’”
Little Will listened very soberly to all this, with a red hole in his cheek, and both chubby hands resting on his bare knees. I hope he made up his mind, too, to choose the good Master.—Selected.
WHAT MAKES MEN?
What care I for cold or snow?
School bell rings, and off I go!
I am ready for the storm,
And my heart is light and gay;
Mother's hand has wrapped me warm,
As I trudge along the way.
Mother says, “Learn all you can,
Then you'll be a better man.”
So I pack my books and go.
Through the rain or wind or snow;
For I hope some day to be
Just the man she'd like to see.