The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-06-02
CHAPTER TX.
Continued.

Saranne have lived all their lives In
Clare Market, and have never In all
probability spent a day In the country
have perhaps never even seen the
country-what a capital thing IL would
be to have them down here for little
while"
at would be capital thing, Wally."
'SThat IL would, dad"
That is how II came about that be-
fore the week was out, the postmaD,
with n sharp double rap at the door OF
the house In Clare Market In which
The sisters lived. asked whether Little
Make Believe lodged there.
"In course she do" said the woman
who answered the door.
Is she inT'
"Perhaps she is, and perhaps she
mint"
"Would you mind seelngp
He had a desire 10 give the letter
himself into the hands Of the girl with
a name so strange.
There Is a legend that there exists In
The force one who is at the same time
a poet and a policeman, and that this
remarkable individual has actually
written songs for the music halls.
The present postman. who was new
70 the Clare Market district may have
been the man. and his poetical tenden-
cies may have caused him TO be cur
lous about a person addressed as Little
Make Believe. and have inspired him
with an idea that he might make
song out OF her for Lion Comique.
"IIl call her." said the woman. and
she screamed down the stairs ut the
top Of her voice, Here, Make-Believe!
Yer wantedW
Up ran Little Make Believe, and con-
fronted the postman.
"Are you Little Make-Believe"
asked he.
Eyes. that's me"
"Well, here's letter for you"
"a letter for me! Go on! Yer gam
moningv'
"There IL is, at all events"
And he pushed the letter into her
hand, and continued his rounds.
He had not derived inspiration from
her for comic song.
Little Make Believe stood for mo-
ment or two in q state Of stupefactlon
with the letter iE her hand.
A letter for her! 1t was an event
70 strange and startling that it took
away her breath.
Never in her life had she received
letter: she could scarcely believe that
she was awake.
Win she had sufficiently recovered
she made her way downstairs.
what was it?" asked Saranne.
! 'Tts n letter." said Little Make-Be-
lIeve, solemnly.>
Saranne looked up and laughed.
rYou're pretending" she said.
"NOt this time Sarannc. Here 1t Is"
7 Thanks to the good officers OF Wal
Ter. both OF them could read and write.
and had the letter been in his writing
they would have recognized ii. but IL
was Mr.. Deepdale who had written.
Little Make-B Believe laid the letter
unopened on the table, and the sisters
gazed at 1t. half frightened.
"Who's it from?" said Saranne.
"What can it be about? j hope it amt
something bad"
Suddenly she clapped her hands, and
danced in her seat.
: Somebody's fell in love with you,
md has sent an offer OF marriagew
What was il that made Little Make
Believe tremble and turn red and
white?
"Open it-open IT," cried Saranne,
sand let's see"
OF the two Saranne had proved by
FAR the aptest scholar.
She could read and write much bet
Ter than Little Make-Believe, and she
spoke much better also.
1t was not that Little Make Believe
did not take as much pride in the les
sons given by Walter as Saranne did,
but she was the breadwinner and had
less time on her hands and something
more serious to occupy her mind.
Saranne, therefore, being the prize
scholar, Little Make-Believe opened
the letter, slowly and nervously, and
gave IL TO her TO read.
IL was simple, terse end to the point.
"Dear Little Make-B Believe and Sa-
ranne." il read, 1--WE are as you know,
I'm the country, where We shall stop till
summer is over. and my son has an
idea i'm his head, which perhaps will
please you You don't see much of the
country, which just now is very beau
,iful, and If you would like TO come
and stop here for few days il would
do you good You have olly TO say
'ycs,' end 90 TO Mr.. Dexter. who will
arrange everything for you. a ram
bic or two in the woods will make you
strong Your friend.
"W. II. DEEPDALE."
ooh, n.y.
That was al they could sty for sew
sral moments.
Saranne'o face was scarlet with ex.
>itement and joy; Little Make-Believs
was no less happy. but she showed IL
I'm n different day.
Her face was very pale, and her eyes
were full of tears.
Lets read IL again." said Saranne.
So they read il again. and read IL a
third time. and then Saran-e cried:
"it ain't no dreaml It's isalv'
Undoubtedly il was real. but for all
that nothing would have surprised Lit
tie Make Believe less than to see the
letter and envelope suddenly whisked
away.
IL was too good to believe. They had