Wee Macgreegor Enlists

Produced by Al Haines
1916
I ARMS AND THE MAID II BREAKING IT GENTLY III FIRST BLOOD IV THE RING V IN UNIFORM VI MRS. McOSTRICH ENTERTAINS VII WILLIE STANDS UP VIII CORRESPONDENCE IX THE FAT GIRL X THE ALARM XI AN INVITATION XII A TEA-PARTY XIII MISS TOD RETURNS XIV AUNT PURDIE INTERVENES XV THE FAT GIRL AGAIN XVI CONSCIENCE AND A COCOA-NUT XVII 'FONDEST LOVE FROM MAGGIE' XVIII PITY THE POOR PARENTS! XIX A SERIOUS REVERSE XX THE REAL THING AT LAST XXI 'HULLO, GLESCA HIELANDERS! XXII NO HERO, YET HAPPY
Through the gateway flanked by tall recruiting posters came rather hurriedly a youth of no great stature, but of sturdy build and comely enough countenance, including bright brown eyes and fresh complexion. Though the dull morning was coldish, perspiration might have been detected on his forehead. Crossing the street, without glance to right or left, he increased his pace; also, he squared his shoulders and threw up his head with an air that might have been defiance at the fact of his being more than an hour late for his day's work. His face, however, betrayed a certain spiritual emotion not suggestive of anticipated trouble with employer or foreman. As a matter of fact, the familiar everyday duty had ceased to exist for him, and if his new exaltation wavered a little as he neared the warehouse, fifteen minutes later, it was only because he would have to explain things to the uncle who employed him, and to other people; and he was ever shy of speaking about himself.
So he hurried through the warehouse without replying to the chaffing inquiries of his mates, and ran upstairs to his uncle's office. He was not afraid of his uncle; on the other hand, he had never received or expected special favour on account of the relationship.
Mr. Purdie was now a big man in the grocery trade. He had a cosy private room with a handsome desk, a rather gorgeous carpet and an easy-chair. He no longer attended at the counter or tied up parcels—except when, alone on the premises late in the evening, he would sometimes furtively serve imaginary customers, just for auld lang syne, as he excused to himself his absurd proceeding.