The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-07-13
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her son, who was gazing with spark
ling eyes at the small wheelbarrow
which Mr.. PUrdie had just purchased
for him. -
Wee Macgregor said nothing, but he
suddenly flung himself upon the old
gentleman and Rugged him warmly.
"Hech, addict" cried Mr.. Purdie,
painting, and, chuckling,: yell squeeze
a. the breith cot o. me. But I'm rale
gled We like yer barra. Yer granny
wis fur gettin' me to buy We pictur'
book. but"
Il like the barra faur better nor
pictur'-book,' said Macgregor. I'VE
Gamma gle folk hurts in pictur'~
book
Deed, that's vera true. Maybe We
wud like to gang oothye an gle some
O. yer wee freen's bit ride"
Jay, wud II" said Macgregor, Gag
erly.
IAN We gang, then" said John, who
was looking nearly as pleased as the
youngster.
| At the close-mouth he encountered
little girl with whom, for some time,
he had been familiar in rather pat
rontzing fashion. On one occasion he
had chased away small dog which in
a playful mood had caused her much
alarm, and since then she had regard
ed him in the light of hero, and had
somewhat embarrassed him with her
attentions, for Macgregor was sorely
afraid of the chaff of his boy friends,
who, with the exception of his chum,
| Willie Thomson, were not slow to
make jeering observations when they
caught him in the company of his adj
mirer. Therefore, as rule, he passed
her without speaking. or at most with
hurried and awkward reply to her
shy but eager remark, made in the
fond hope of interesting him.
But with his new wheelbarrow he
was in a nightly pleasant humor, and
grinned so kindly that the little girl
was quite flurried with pride and de-
light.
See ma new barra!" said Macgreg-
or, at the end of short silence
| MY" she exclaimed admiringly.
Its an awful fine barra!'
| "Ay!"
II got it frae Granpaw. Purdie."
did ye?"
"Ay, did I! An I'm gaun to gle
folks hurls in it,
MY"
| Macgregor reflected for moment:
then remarked, eff We wis a laddie
wud gle We hurl!''
Katie bright eyes clouded and her
fair head dropped From pinnacle
of pride she fell into the depths of hui
initiation. She wanted to say, I'm
no. heedin' ABBOTT hurls!'' but her
throat frightened and her lip trembled,
and she remained speeches..
Macgregor repeated the invitation,
with glance in her direction
Katie cast down her eyelashes and
stood still.
Are We no wantin' a hurl?" he in
CURED, trif1e impatiently.
"Ay,' said Katie, hastily, but with
out moving.
whit wey are We greetin'?"
I'm no greetin'!"
| I'VE are so! Ye're greetin' because
ye're lassie. Lassies is aye greetin'."
They're no. aye greetin'!" she ex-
claimed, ina fash of indignation. But
she was a gentle little soul, and she
could not be cross with her hero. 'T'I
no. greet again. she said humbly
AN l wud like hurl in yer nice
barra, if We please" She was too
young to know, and he was too young
to see the beauty of her eyes at that
moment, but they looked at each other,
and their friendship became less one
sided than it had been so far.
| "Sit doom in the barra, Katie" said
Macgregor, graciously.
| yell no. coup me?" said she, with
an inquiring yet confiding glance.
mae fears! I'll no coup We! Haud
yer feet up
She raised her feet obediently, and
pulled her short skirts over the darns
on her knees.
It'll hurl We to the corner an back
again" said Macgregor
| Aye" assented Katie, who was
holding on to the sides of the vehicle
and looking just the least thing
afraid.
They set off at a good pace, and
when the corner was reached Katie
was smiling fearlessly and enjoying
the envious stares of several little
girls whom she CHANGED to know. The
journey back was all too brief in it's
duration, and she rose from the bar
row with undisguised reluctance. What
splendid thing it was to be '*hurled'
by her hero! T.,
! "Ye're an awful strong laddie,'' she
observed, admiringly.
| LAY, I'm gey strong," he returned.
trying not to pant.
1T wis awful .nice!" she murmured,
with little sigh.
Macgregor spat on his hands. "Wud
We like anither hurl?" he asked.
| Jay, wud T.. Am / no over heavy ?"
! "Ye're no. heavy ava. Get into the