River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1906-03-29

I'LL NOT WEAR II! ILL MI
WEAR IT."
what to do; SO off We go with Mac
greegor Macgreegor, haze ye
washed yer face?"
Eyes, maw,"
Here, John, keep yer eye on wee
JEANNE till | get Macgreegor's new
hat" Lizzie dived under the bed
opened a box and drought out par.
eel.
What kind of Donnet's that?" in
Quired her husband.
wait an yen See" returned Liz
zie, smiling as she undid the paper
THE man said it was an Alpine hat
an very genteel Macgreegor's need
i'm new hat. His glengarry's gettin
kind o. shabby for the Sabbath, SO he'll
wear 1t every day an haze this one fol-
best. See? There's the hat, John. It'll
be a fine surprise for Macgreegor.
Here, Macgreegor, come an see yeI
new hat"
But MaCgreegor, who had been gaz.
ing dumbly at the headgear for fully
MALT a minute, suddenly exclaimed:
"Ill not wear that thing"
'Ah, but this ones far nicer than
yer glengarry. is t not?" she
demanded Of John, giving him warn
ing glance.
Jaw, it's a very nice hat" he re-
piled, evasiyely Then, feeling that he
was falling in his duty, he gently rec
commended his son to submit. Come
away, Macgreegor, an do what ye1
ma bids ye"
"Pn not wear it." said Macgreegor
stolidly.
"Ye'll not, will We not?" exclaimed
Lizzie. eff yen not, ye'u jist!" And
taking the boy by the arm, she gently
but firmly placed the hat upon his
head.
At this indignity tears sprang to his
eyes; but he cuffed them away, and
stood before his parents an exceeding
ly sulky little figure.
Its the finest hat he ever had,
said Lizzie, regarding her purchase
with satisfaction. us t not, John"
"Ay; it's a very fine hat" replied
John. with feeble enthusiasm. do We
think it fits him, thought" he in
quired.
Fits him? Deed, yes! It's like as
IL his head had been made for t.
Is it not real comfortable, Macgree
CORR
II dinna like it." replied the boy
"Och, yell soon get to like it, dearie
We might go to see the king with g
hat like that on yer head. Now
away with yer paw to the band, an bt
a good laddie, an yen get somethin
nice for tea"
Come on, Macgreegor," said John
holding out his hand. "An' maybe
yeIl find out what I've got in M
pocket"
Lizzie nodded pleasantly as they de
parted, and John looked back ant
smiled, while Macgreegor, though sub
dued was apparently becoming recon
ciled to his novel headgear During
the car journey the twain were per
haps quieter than usual, but by the
time they reached. the park, where the
band was playing. John had ceased
casting covert glances at his boy:
head, and Macgreegor, with portion
of tablet" in each cheek, was himself
again.
Macgreegor greatly enjoyed the louC
and lively passages in the music, bu
ne was inclined to be rather impatien
while the conductor waved his :batoI
slowly and the instruments played
softly or were partly silent
paw, why is that man not BLOWN
his trumpet" he inquired during /;
Iuli among the brasses.
4 couldn't say, Macgreegor."
IF 1 had a trumpet / would Away
blow it. / would blow it hard. tool
john was about to assure his sol
that he fully believed him, when h
heard some one behind say:
"Jist look at that, Mrs. Forgie! 1
that not an awful daft-like hat to pu
on a ladder"
ct is that, Mrs. Bawr. I wouldn'
let a laddie O. mine go out in thini
like that for all the gold of Crusoes.
Johns ears tingled, and he nearl
bit the end off his pipe. "Macgreegol
II think we'll go round and see tn
drummer" he said.
Nav, want to see that man bloy
his trumpet" said Macgreegor, who
fortunately. had not heard his critics