The Wee Scotch Piper. Brandeis Madeline

you like fine to herd the sheep, laddie?" asked Sandy.

      Ian hung his head.

      "No, Sandy. I like finer to go about and have adventures and make up that I am – " He hesitated.

      "What, lad? Speak. Do not be afraid of Sandy for he knows the hearts of laddies well."

      "If I could play the pipes, Sandy, I would go away and be a piper in the band some day," confessed Ian.

      This was, indeed, a dream so near to his heart that he had never before spoken it aloud. After the admission, Ian turned his head away and did not look at Sandy. But the old man's voice was very soft and his tone caressing, as he said, "And a fine dream it is, Ian lad, for to be a piper is a great and honored calling."

      "Ay," answered Ian huskily, "but 'tis not for me, Sandy."

      Sandy turned the boy around then and looked him squarely in the eye.

      "Ian, lad, do not speak so, for nothing is too hard to get when you want it."

      Ian's eyes lighted up for a moment. Then the same forlorn look came into them as he let his head droop.

      "No, Sandy. The pipes are too dear, and it takes many months to learn to play."

      "And you study hard at school, lad?" asked the piper.

      "Ay, do I," spoke the boy.

      "Then some day, you'll be liking to hear of the fine military school I saw."

      "Ach, Sandy, tell me about it. Have you really seen it?" Ian was at once alert.

      "Ay, that have I, and only three weeks ago when I was passing by Dunblane."

      As the poor little village lad drank in his words, Sandy talked on about the wonderful school in Dunblane. This school is called the Queen Victoria School. Here lads between the ages of nine and fifteen are trained as soldiers.

      They are sons of military men, some of whom fell in the World War. These boys are reared and taught free of charge. It is a great and good school for a boy to attend.