Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-05

NO, no" said Lizzie. firmly. Here Macgreegor." she called to her son Yer paw wants to speak to ye Now John!"
 With huge sigh, John rose, went to the wee drawer in the dresser, and returned with the poke of tablet" Paw" said Macg.sgor. absently, T like tablet better than putty" Macgreegor," said John, with a painful effort. why did ye strike poor Willie Thomson?" T wanted wee bit O putty "Ay," murmured John, and paused for a moment. Are ye sorry ye hit him?"
 Nav. got the putty, paw.'
 But ye should be sorry, Mac sreegor''
 Macgregor's visage began to assume an anxious expression.
 "Yer maw," continued John-"yer nav says. ye canna--'
 "John!"' murmured Lizzie, warn. ingly.
 "Yer nav and me thinks ye canna get ony tablet tomorrow mornin'"
 "An-ye'ye got to gi'e the tablet to Willie Thomson, an gi'e him back his putty, too, an'-an'-oh, Lizzie, canna say ony mair.!"
 It took a few seconds for the dire truth to dawn upon Macgregor, but when it did a low vail issued from him, and the tears began to How.
 John was about to lift him onto his knee. but Lizzie interposed.
 Put on yer cap, Macgreegor," she said. quietly. "an' take the tablet an putty round to Willie Thomson. It's not dark yet" she added, glancing out of the window.
 I'm not wantin' to gi'e the tablet to Willie Thomson" sobbed the luck. less youngster.
 We've jist to do what we're told, , returned his mother. calmly. but not unkindly. We're not to be a softly now" she went on, endeavoring to dry his eyes. We're to be man. What wud Willie Thomson think if he seen ye crying? Eh, Macgreegor?"
 Lizzie had struck the right note. The sobs ceased, though the breath still came gustily. He mopped the tears with his cap, and replaced it on his head.
 Am I to gi'e him all the tablet an the putty too?" he inquired, plain. lively.
 "Ay. An we're to say we're sorry fur hurtin' him. He's not big. strong laddie like yersel', Macgreegor-mind tkat, Yer paw an me wudna like if ye was weak in the legs like poor WEI. lie. Now, just go round an gi'e him the tablet an his putty. an see if ye canna make friends vii him again."
 I'm not wantin' to be friends" said Macgregor, rebelliously. I'm not wantin' to so.'
 Are ye feart of Willie Thomson?" asked Lizzie. Another clever stroke!
 I'm no feart. I'll go."
 That's the boy," cried John. who had been listening in gloomy silence T knew ye wasn't feart."
 Ten minutes dragged slowly past.
 Did ye expec' he wud dae 't?" asked John. presently.
 Och. yes." with affected careless. ness.
 T wisht I had went wi him." said John.
 Lizzie put in half dozen stitches in silence. Then she said: "Ye might go round an see what's keepin' him. John"
 "Pll do that. Lizzie. Do ye think I might buy him bit tablet when I'm out?" He asked the question difi' dently.
 His wife looked mp from her seam. If ye like. John." she said. gently. I'm thinkin' the lsddie's had his les son now. He's very proud fur child. is he not?"
 "Ay." said John. There's not many like Macsreegor." He nodded to his wife. and went out.
 Abou; % minutes later father and son reentered the house together. Both were besming
 "I couldn't get Msegreezor ava from Willie Thomson. Lizzie" said John. smiling.
 Well. we'll" said his wife. looking pleased. An did ye gi'e Willie the tablet an the putty. Mscgreegor?'
 Az. mav.
 whereupon his mother caught and cuadled him. -GTe him a bit Q tablet. John sne said.
 John did So right gladly and zener- ously. and Msczregor crumped away to his hearts content.
 An what kept ye waiiin' st wilIis's all this timez- inquired Lizzie. p!ss- sn;Iy.
 -Eie si-e1 me a biz piece Q patty. nav. said the boy. producine lump the size of an o-srEs
 Oh exclaimed Li1zie. trEiaE net to look annoyed
 -Ar' him an nc s;t the tabsel added M1esresor-