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Temptation Resisted
by
The temptation to Charles was very strong. “I don’t believe I will be found out,” he said to himself; “and it is such a pleasant day to go into the woods!”
Still he held back, and thought of his father’s displeasure if he should discover that he had played the truant. The word “truant,” that he repeated mentally, decided the matter in his mind, and he exclaimed, in a loud and decided voice, as he dragged away from the hand of Archy, that had still retained its hold on his arm, “I’ve never played truant yet, and I don’t think I ever will. Father says he never played truant when he was a boy; and I’d like to say the same thing when I get to be a man.”
“Nonsense, Charley! come, go with me,” urged Archy.
But Charles Murray’s mind was made up not to play the truant. So he started off for school, saying, as he did so–
“No, I can’t go, Archy; and if I were you, I would wait until Saturday. You will enjoy it so much better when you have your fathers consent. It always takes away more than half the pleasure of any enjoyment to think that it is obtained at the cost of disobedience. Come! go to school with me now, and I will go into the woods with you on Saturday.”
“No, I can’t wait until Saturday. I’m sure it will rain by that time; and if it don’t, the hogs will eat up every nut that has fallen before that time.”
“There’ll be plenty left on the trees, if they do. It’s as fine sport to knock them down as to pick them up.”
But Archy’s purpose was settled, and nothing that Charles Murray could say had any influence with him. So the boys parted, the one for his school, and the other for a stolen holiday in the woods.
The moment Charles was alone again, he felt no longer any desire to go with Archy. He had successfully resisted the temptation, and the allurement was gone. But even for listening to temptation he had some small punishment, for he was late to school by nearly ten minutes, and had not his lessons as perfect as usual, for which the teacher felt called upon to reprimand him. But this was soon forgotten; and he was so good a boy through the whole day, and studied all his lessons so diligently, that when evening came, the teacher, who had not forgotten the reprimand, said to him:
“You have been the best boy in the school to-day, Charles. To-morrow morning try and come in time, and be sure that your lessons are all well committed to memory.”
Charles felt very light and cheerful as he went running, skipping, and singing homeward. His day had been well spent, and happiness was his reward. When he came in sight of home, there was no dread of meeting his father and mother, such as he would have felt if he had played the truant. Every thing looked bright and pleasant, and when Juno came bounding out to meet him, he couldn’t help hugging the favorite dog in the joy he felt at seeing her.
When Charles met his mother, she looked at him with a more earnest and affectionate gaze than usual. And then the boy noticed that her countenance became serious.
“Ain’t you well, mother?” asked Charles.
“Yes, my dear, I am very well,” she replied; “but I saw something an hour ago which has made me feel sad. Archy Benton was brought home from the woods this afternoon, where he had gone for chestnuts, instead of going to school, as he should have done, dreadfully hurt. He had fallen from a tree. Both his arms are broken, and the doctor fears that he has received some inward injury that may cause his death.”
Charles turned pale, when his mother said this.
“Boys rarely get hurt, except when they are acting disobediently, or doing some harm to others,” remarked Mrs Murray. “If Archy had gone to school, this dreadful accident would not have happened. His father told him that he might go for chestnuts on Saturday, and if he had waited until then, I am sure he might have gone into the woods and received no harm, for all who do right are protected from evil.”