The Newark journal., 1906-02-02

greegor!"
 Take it off this mfnutel'' cried Liz. zie. John. ye ought to be ashamed O yerseP to sit there laughing at his nasty tricks. D ye no, mind how Mrs. Cochrane's man tell t us his nose was always bent wi him putin putty on t when he was a child? Take it off. Macgreegors or I'll spank ye!''
 Macgregor, but little ahashed. re turned to the window, removed the of. lending plaster rolled it into ball and proceeded to squeeze it through his fingers with undisguised relish.
 John, said Lizzie, do what I tell ye." 'I cannas returned John, miserably. "It might waken wee Jeannie.' he added, little hopefully.
 T did not exactly say ye was to- to whip the laddie.' said his wife. but l ye might gi'e him a lesson he'll not forget. I'm not goin to hae him boastin' an ill-usin other children. 1 D ye see?"
 But what am I to do. Lizzie?'
 I'll tell ye, John. Ye go over to the dresser an open the wee drawer an ye take out the tablet ye brought home for Macgreegor- Are ye listenin?'
 "Ay, woman"
 An ye tell Macgreegor ye boa@At the tablet for his Saturday treat. t.-...,- in he deserved it. but yeve found out he does not deserve it, an ye canna si'e him any"
 Aw, Lizzie"
 An ye tie up the parcel, an make him take il round the corner 10 Willie Thomson, an gi'e 1t to Willie Thom- son, an gi'e him back his putty as we'll"
 Maybe we're right, Lizzie. But it's hard thing we're askin Wud it not do to gle him half the tablet to take to Willie Thomson?"
 No, no, said Lizzie firmly Here. Macgreegori she called to her son. Yer paw wants to speak to ye Now, John!"
 With a huge sigh, John rose went to the wee drawer in the dresser. and returned with the poke of tablet"
 Paw said Macgregor, absently, q like tablet better than putty.
 .'Macgreegor," said John, with a painful effort. why did ye strike poor Willie Thomson?"
 T wanted a wee bit O putty
 "Ay, murmured John, and paused for moment Are ye sorry ye hit him."
 Nav. got the putty, paw
 But ye should be sorry. Mac greegor."
 Macgregor's visage began to assume an anxious expression.
 Yer nav" continued John-"yer nav says ye canna-'
 'John!" murmured Lizzie, warn. ingly
 Yer nav and me thinks ye canna get ony tablet tomorrow mornin'"
 4An'-ye'ye got to gie the tablet to Willie Thomson an gi'e him back his putty, too, an'-an'-oh, Lizzie canna say ony mair!"
 It took few seconds for the dire truth to dawn upon Macgregor. but when it did a low wall issued from him, and the tears began to flow.
 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 softly now" she went on, endeavoring to dry his eyes. We're to be man. What wud Willie Thomson think If he seen ye crying2 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 l lively.
 ..Ay An we're to say we're sorry fur AHrtin him. He's not big, strong lad ie like yersel. Macgreegor-min