Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-04-05


Very unwilhngly Macgregor departed
The poor laddie is feart o bein' wha
ye would call affronted, said John.
"Affronted?"
Ay, just that. For what is he TO sa,
If Willie Thomson an the other laddie.
ask him about his likeness? Yesee. Liz
zie- I've no doubt he's been boastin I
wee about gettin' a picture o. hissel
with a red toorie-an' now"
'Hoots, John! It's not such seri
GUS matter as all that"
It's very serious TO the child. Mac
greegor's awful proud, an II II be har,
job for him 10 tell the laddies about his
picture not havin' red toorie. after all.
He shouldn't have boosted"
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 moi
tell lie"
~ know that, John
Well, then. the laddies II laugh al
him an make a 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-t table.
When she had finished washing up she
turned 10 John, who was smoking in a
melancholy fashion.
Il was wonderin' If We couldn't get a
red toorie painted yet, she said
DO We mean that, Lizzie?" he ex.
claimed, starting up.
"Ay. 1t would please the child. an
yerself, too. An could We not just do it
yerself2"
But never painted. An II would be
very difficult 20 paint on that glossy stun
unless ye knew the way" said John,
thoughtfully regarding the photograph
1T just wants a wee touch o. red, does
II not?"
"Ay, just a wee touch, an'-dod. WON
an, | know what Il do" cried John, in
sudden ecstasy.
'Whisht. whishtl Mind wee JEANNE
Well what is it?"
What We Think"
Il couldn't guess.
Just a wee bit from a penny stamp"
replied the husband, in a triumphant
whisper
Now, II that's not cleverl" muir
INJURED Lizzie. admiringly. An I've a
stamp in my purse. for | was goin' to
write to Mrs. Purdie to tell her we
couldn't go to her tea on Wednesday
My! John, ye're a far-seein' man. and
Maegreegor1l be that pleased"
A minute later the twain were seated
al the table with photograph between
them
I'm thinkin ye're fine woman,
Lizzie" said John.
"Ye're jist talking" said Lizzie,
without looking the least offended
Presently she handed over her scis-
sors, and John cut a bit from the stamp
which she had already given him.
Careful, now, John she muttered.
1T would be a pity to spoil the photo
graph
"Ill manage It" he returned.
bod. 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 Macgregor's bonnet as
II appeared in the photograph Then
John sat up regarding his handicraft
with M small catfefactfon
"Eh. Lizzie?"
Fine, joint"
THE child viii be pleased"
Yes. indeed"
The twain beamed upon each other.
When Macgregor came in he found
them still beaming, and he beamed
also.
wei, my mamie, said John, gayly,
was We playin' with Willie Thomson"
'Ay, paw was playin with Willie
IN the other laddies at tag, an never
vas hit"
"Ye didn't say anythin' about red |
oories. did ye?" inquired his father, |
With a surreptitious wink at Lizzie, who
,ad the photograph under her apron.
"Ay | told them | wasn't goin' to
lave a red toorie in my likeness, because
black one was finer"
An what did they say to that?"
sked Lizzie.
They all said il was finer except
'om Jameson, an | hit him on the
lose. an then he said black was finer
han red
But. Macgreegor." said John, motion
lg 10 Lizzie TO keep silence, would We
OF like a picture with red toorie on
er bonnet?"
"Naw!" returned Macgregor with
1blime contempt I'm not for red
PORES any more, paw"
John and Lizzie looked helplessly al
lch other.
The Sultan's Golden Camera.