The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-07-07
CHAPTER XII.
Continued.

tLclhhtiNth, anu the OutI Nds HcCcpltu
except that the locality was not such
as Mr.. DeepdaIe and Walter would
have chOsen-the proposed arrange
ment was in singular accord with their
wishes and position.
They therefore agreed 10 IL, n com
municatiOn was opened In the passage
between the shop and the rooms above,
and in a very little while they were
J as comfortably settled as they had in
reason any right to expect.
This remark applies only TO Mr.
| Deepdale and Walter. TO Little Make
/ Believe and Saranne the change was
| luxury.
than any they had ever occupied in
London, they were among friends, and
no longer at the mercy of bitter cir
cumstances.
They had no. been In the house q
week before Thomas Dexter, who de-
clared he was no longer as young as he
had been-a common saying which is
generally uttered with an air Of great
wlsdom-prOposed that Little Make
Believe should cook for him, and that
he and the sisters should have their
meals together.
Little Make Believes gratitude may
be imagined
Determined as she was not 10 be a
burden TO Mr.. Deepdale, she had con
tcmplatcd with much inward sorrow
the necessity Of rcSuming her old life
to obtain food for herself and Saranne.
And now the road was opened to her
20 obtain it honestly by the labor of
her hands.
How checrfully she undertook IL!
How well she performed il!
Thomas Dexter avcrrcd that never
was.
Little Make Believe cooked also for
Dir. Decpdalc and Walter.
Struggling so successfully with her
own deep sorrow that not one Of them
suspected how her heart had been
torn, she waited upon Walter as
slave might wait upon beloved mas
ter
She entered lovingly and checrfully
into all his plans with respect to the
future OF himself and Saranne; she adj
vised and counseled him with wisdom
begot of her own sharp experiences Of
life; she soothed and comforted Mr. |
Deepdalc and softened with wondrous
sweetness and patience the thorny
paths lie was now travcrsing; she ad |
ministered with admirable foresight
TO Thomas Dexter's wants.
And one evening, when she accident |
ally overheard some reference to her |
self made by Thomas Dexter, to which |
Mr.. Dcepdale replied, Eyes, indeed, we |
have an angel In the house in the per- |
son of Little Make-Believe," she went |
TO her room and shed tears of patient, !
resigned gratitude.
II was balm TO her wounded heart to |
know that she was useful and that her |
devoted service was received with low |
Ing appreciation.
Work was also found for Saranne. |
At an auction he attended Thomas |
Dexter surprised everybody by bidding |
for sewing machine, of which he |
became the posscssor.
The surprise was caused by the cir
cumstancc that he had never been
known 70 purchase anything modern.
II was taken home and placed in the
sisters sitting room, and Sarannc,
soon learning how TO work il. was en-
abled by this means to earn few |
shillings n week.
The money she earned was jealousy |
set aside and taken care Of by Little
Make Believe.
when you're married" said she to
Sarannc, you'll want things, and we
shall be able TO buy 'cm."
This consideration was an incentive |
TO Saranne, who thus was taught
lesson which could not but be produc-
tive of good results.
Fortune. indeed, smiled upon every
inmate of the house.
Walter obtained a situation in uer.
chants office, and he entered into his
new life with So much .est rs almost TO
compel Mr.. Dcepdale 10 believe. with
his son, that the pit into which he had
been thrust by the proceedigs of
''S"' was hh'lN w IlbNt bltsSlilS |
10 them.
But the germ of this contcntmcnt. of
all this happiness, lay in Little Make
Believe.
1t was her sweet ways that sweet
ened their days; Il was her unremitting
thoughtfulncSS and wise and patient
labor that strcwed flowers in their
path.
Two or three times she had caught
sight of Foxey, and he of her. and
only on one occasion was she unsuc-
cessful in avoiding him.
That meeting took place toward the
end of November.
what do YOU run away from me
for?" he asked.
Because don't want to speak 10
yer" she replied. "Tll tell yer the hon
est truth. Foxey; I'm frightened OF
yer"
You've got no call 10 be: wouldn't
hurt hair of yer head. But you know
that well enough. No. it's not the hon
est truth yer telling me-"
II can't help IL IL yer don't believe
me FoSey. let me so; I've got a lot
10 do at home"
AT homer' he echoed. That's at
old Tommy Dexter's."
yes"
where yer fine gcntleman's living.