The Forrest City times., 1906-02-02

' 5' V "tt+ h3EA Ills putty d5 well.
 Maybe we're right. Lizzie. Bat it's a hard thing yefe askin' Mud it not do to ei'e him halt the tablet to take to Willie Thomson2"
 No, no. said Lizzie. firmly. Here. Maeereegor.' she called to her son. Yer paw wants to speak 10 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 Macgresor. absently, "I like tablet better than putty"
 "Aacgreegor said John. with a painful effort, why did ye strike poor Willie Tnomson?s
 Il wanted a wee bit Q puti2.''
 sAy, murmured John. and patsed for a moment. Are ye sorry ye hit him?"
 Nav got the putty. paw"
 But ye should be sorry, Mac. gr"egor."
 Macsregor's visage began to assume an anxious expression.
 Yer nav. continued John-ayer nav says ye canna ="
 John mUrmured Lizzie. warn. insly
 Yer nav and me thinks yo canna get ony tablet tomorrow mornn
 "An-ye've got to gie the tanie. to Willie Thomson. an gie him back his putty, too, an'-an-oh. Lizzie. canna say ony mair.e
 II took few seconds for the dire truth to dawn upon Macgregor. but when it did low vail issued from him. and the tears began to flow.
 John was about 10 lift him onto his knee, but Lizzie interpospd
 Put on yer cap. Macgreesor" she 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 youngstsr
 We've jist 10 do what ye'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 to gi'e him all the tablet an the putty too?' he inquired, plain lively
 "Ay An we're to say ye're sorry fur hurtin' him. Hes not a big. strong laddie like yersel' Macgreegor-mind that. Yer paw an me wudna like if ye was weak in the legs like poor Will lie. Now, just go round an gi'e him the tablet an his putty an see if ye canna make friends wi him again
 Pm not wantin to be friends, said Macgregor, rebelliously. I'm not wantin' to go"
 Are ye feart of Willie Thomson?' asked Lizzie Another clever stroke.
 I'm no feart, HI go,
 That's the boy" cried John. who had been listening in gloomy silence. T knew ye wasn't feart.'
 Ten minutes dragged slowA past
 Did ye expec' he wud dae U" asked John. presently.
 Och. yes.s with affected careless ness.
 T wi.ht I had went wi him" said John.
 Lizzie put in half dozen stitches in silence Then she said: "Ie might go round an see whats keepin him, John
 "Tn do that. Lizzie. Do ye think I might buy him bit tablet when I'm out?" He asked the question diffi- dently.
 His wife. looked Up from her seam. If ye like. John" she said, gently. I'm thinlin the laddie's had his les, son nov. He's very proud fur child. is he not?'
 "Ay." said John. "Theres not many like Macgreegor He nodded to his wife. and went out.
 About 20 minutes later father and son reentered the house together. Both were beaming
 Fl couldn't get Macgreegor ava from Willie Thomson, Lizzie," said John, smiling.
 Well. vel" said his wife. looking pleased. An did ye gie Willie the tablet an the putty. Macgreegor?'
 .Ay. nav
 Whereupon his mother caught and cuddled him "Gi'c him bit O tablet, John. she said
 John did so right gladly and gener- ously. and Macsregor erumped away to his hearts content
 An what kept ye waitin' al Wilies all this tme?H inquired Lizzie. pleas antlv.
 ~He gied ma a big piece O putty. nav" said the boy producing lump the size of an orange
 "Oh'" exclaimed Lizzie. trying not