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THE CANNY SCOTT.

A poor Scotchwoman lay dying, and her husband sat by her bedside. After at time the wife took her husband's hand and said: “John, we’re goin’ to part. I have been a gude wife to you, haven’t I ?” John thought a moment. “Well, just middling like, Jenny, you know,” anxious not to say too much. Again the wife spoke. "John,”' she said, faintly, "ye maun promise to bury me in the aula lcirkyard at Str’avon, beside my mitlier. I couldna rest in peace among unco’ folk in the dirt and smoke of Glasgow.” "Weel, weel, Jenny, my woman, said John, soothingly, “we’ll just try ye in Glasgie first, an* gin yo dinna be quiet we’ll try ye in Str’avon.”

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New Zealand Mail, 29 January 1902, Page 15

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THE CANNY SCOTT. New Zealand Mail, 29 January 1902, Page 15

THE CANNY SCOTT. New Zealand Mail, 29 January 1902, Page 15