"How dare you speak to me of behaving myself? Things have come to a pretty pass when you dare thus to dictate to me. This comes from your mother encouraging you to disobey me. Now you take your hat and go, or I'll make you." "I am not interfering with you, father; and if you were yourself you would not want me to go. If you let the others and me alone I will not say a word to you." "Leave the house this minute," his father roared, "and don't dare to bandy words with me." "Father," said the son quietly, "I'll not do it. I am not going to leave my mother and the rest here alone to be abused by you." "You say you won't!" he hissed between his clenched teeth; "but you will, or I'll break every bone in your body." As he said this he ran around the table to the place where Jim was standing; but the latter, nimbly avoiding him, dodged to the other side of the table, while the rest of the children ran screaming into another room. Mrs. Morris attempted to expostulate, but her voice was lost in the general confusion; and Morris had become so enraged that he was literally frothing at the mouth. He chased Jim around the table for a few times, but his efforts proving abortive, he, in his mad rage, seized a heavy glass tumbler and threw it, with all his strength, at Jim's head. "Look out, Jim!" screamed his mother, in a voice of horror, and the boy dodging, the tumbler just grazed the side of his face; if he had not done so, it would have taken him square in the mouth, and would certainly have knocked out most of his front teeth, if it had not broken his jaw. But, though Jim fortunately escaped, Harry, the brother next to him, was not so fortunate, for he happened to be standing behind--almost in line with Jim--and the tumbler, which missed the latter, struck him with terrific force just above the temple, and, glancing therefrom, struck the window-sash behind, shattering two of the panes to atoms from the force of the blow. The boy, with a groan, sank to the floor, turning deathly pale as he did so, and in a moment the blood began to trickle down his face. "Oh, Henry!" exclaimed Mrs. Morris, "you have killed Harry! Oh, how could you throw a tumbler like that? Jim, bring some water quickly." The mother bent over her boy, who lay as one dead; and, as Jim came with the water, she bathed his head with it and sprinkled some upon his face. But their efforts to bring him back to consciousness were in vain, for he lay breathing heavily, but still insensible.