The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1906-03-09

LlZZle away Win We, MdcSTecSoT,
an play with Willie Thomson"
Very unwillingly Macgregor departed.
THE poor laddie is feart o bein' what
We would call affronted," said John
"Affrohted?"
SAY, just that. For what is he to say
if Willie Thomson an the other laddies
ask him about his likeness? Ye see, Liz
zie, I've no doubt he's been boastin' a
wee about gettin' picture o. hissel'
with red toorie-an' now"
"Hoots, John! It's not such seri.
Gus matter as all that"
tits very serious to the child. Mac.
greegor's awful proud, an it III be hard
job for him to tell the laddies about his
picture not havin' red toorie, after all. "
HE shouldn't have boasted."
Jaw. Lizzie!"
He needn't tell the ladies'
But that's just what he'll do, for
they'll not forget to ask him, an he'll not
tell lie."
Il know that, john"
We'll, then, the laddies II laugh at
him an make mock O. him for goodness
knows how long about his red toorie."
Lizzie rose without replying, and,
having deposited wee JEANNE in bed.
set about clearing the dinner-table.
When she had finished washing up she
turned to John, who was smoking in q
melancholy fashion.
81 was wonderin if We couldn't get a
red toorie painted YET she said.
do We mean that, Lizzie?" he ex-
claimed, starting up.
LAY. 1t would please the child, an
yerself, too. An could We not just do it
yerself?"
But never painted. An it would be
very difficult to paint on that glossy stuff
unless We knew the way" said John,
thoughtfully regarding the photograph.
at just wants a wee touch o. red, does
1t not?"
"Ay, just wee touch, an'-dod, wom-
an, / know what IL dol" cried John, in
sudden ecstasy.
"Whisht, whisht! Mind wee JEANNE.
Well, what is it?''
What d. We Think"
II couldn't guess"
"Just wee bit from penny stamp"
replied the husband, in a triumphant
whisper.
Now, if that's not clever!" muir
INJURED Lizzie, admiringly. "An' I've a
stamp in my purse, for was goin' to
couldn't go to her tea on Wednesday,
My! John, ye're far-seein' man, and
Macgreegor'll be that pleased"
A minute later the twain were seated
at the table with photograph between
them. .
'T'm thinkin' ye're a fine woman,
Lizzie" said John.
"Ye're jist talking" said Lizzie,
without looking the least offended
Presently she handed over he, scis-
sors, and John cut bit from the stamp
which she had already given him.
Careful, now, john" she muttered
ct would be pity to spoil the photo
graph"
'I'll manage it," he returned. 4. {.
"Dod, but I've swallowed it,"
take another wee bit, John"
Another ''wee bit" was taken from the
stamp and successfully affixed to the
tiny "toorie" of Macgregors bonnet as
it appeared in the photograph. Then
John sat up, regarding his handicraft
with no small satisfaction.
'Eh, Lizzie?"
Fine, John!"
''The child will be pleased!"
Eyes, indeed"
The twain beamed upon each other.
When Macgregor came in he found
them still beaming, and he beamed
also.
"Well, my mamie" said John, gayly.
twas We playin' with Willie Thomson:"
SAY, paw. l was playin' with Willie
an the other laddies at tag, an never
was hit"
"Ye didn't say anythin' about red
toories, did ye?" inquired his father,
with surreptitious wink at Lizzie, who
had the photograph under her apron.
cay. / told them I wasn't goin' to
have red toorie in my likeness, because
a black one was finer"
can what did they say to that?"
asked Lizzie.
"They all said it was finer except
Tom Jameson, an | hit him on the
nose, an then he said black was finer
than red"
"But, Macgreegor, said John, motion
ing to Lizzie to keep silence, would We
not like picture with red toorie on
yer bonnet?"
'Naw!" returned Macgregor, with
sublime contempt. ''Pm not for red
TORRES any more, paw"
John and Lizzie looked helplessly at
each other.
The Sultan's Golden Camera.
The sultan of Turkey has taken to
photography, but, as the koran forbids
taking likenesses of human beings, Abb
dull Hamid is confined to Landscape