The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-06-09

yerself the trouble"
tits not what come TO say"
And then he paused; something
seemed to stick in his throat
"Out with II, them" said Little Make
Believe, IF yer not ashamed OF IT. I've
got a lot TO do. and ! can't stop talk.
ing here all night"
"Yer know that promise yer got out
Of me-" he said, with the mighty effort
"What promiseT
"About me getting honest living"
"Oh, yes. i remember. Have yer
kept itT
IL have, Mske-Believe."
"There, now, Foxey, you've made NE
downright glad. Forgit anythink un-
kind / said 10 yer. Here's my hand"
He took 1t and did not let 1t 60"
~ made the promise for your sake,
Make Believe"
IL know; you're better than thought
you was. Foxey."
Its you as has made me better
and you can make me better still. You
understand me, don't yer"
"Ob, yes. ! understand yer, Foxey."
1t was q great pleasure TO her to
know that she had good influence
over him, and she gave him q kind
look.
"Well, then,' he said, when shall
II beT"
Her kind look changed to one Of
| bewilderment.
"When shall what beT
"The wedding. I've got room, and
some bits OF furniture; III get more
afore another months over my head,
and I promise 10 be good to yer. Yer
know how | can keep a promise, and
I'll keep this one. When shall IL be,
Make Believer
"Whyw she cried. "Do yer mean to
say yer want to marry me?"
That's 1t, exactly, Make-Belleve;
there amt a gal in Clare Market that
can hold a candle to yer, and that's
why / have been follering yer about
this blessed day. What are yer shak-
ing yer head forf Why can't yer
speakY
"Cause yer've taken away my
breath. / never beerd such a thing in
all my born days! You're never in
earnest, Foxey"
81 am, Make Believe. Strike me
down dead II amt"
II need not this TO convince her.
Mastering sufficient courage TO look
him straight in the face, as he stood
before her blocking the way, she saw
that he was, indeed, terribly In earn
est.
Come" he said, somewhat roughly,
'say I'll have yer, Foxey,' and make
an end OF It,"
81 can't make an end of It that way"
"Whyp
Because I don't care for yer"
He took her two hands and held them
as In wise.
"Say that again." he demanded.
She steadled her voice and repeated:
IL don't care ssOr yer"
And yer wont have meT
"No, won't"
what! Arter foollng me In the way
you've done?"
who's been foollng yer?" she asked
Indignantly. "Yer telling lies, yer
know yer are! Here-jest let so my
hands, or III scream for helpw
you've got no call to-" he said I'm a
gloomy voice, releasing her hands.
Yer don't think I'd hurt yer, do yer?
But i wouldn't give much for the man
as'd stand atween you and me. All,
but yer playing with me, Make-Be.
lieve! you've only been speaking In
fun. Yer want me To wait bit. AL
right; I'll wait, i will, If it's six
months"
Its no use Of yer going on like
that" said Little Make-Believe, recog.
nizing the necessity of firmness; IF yer
waited for six years, or sixty, or six
hundred, wouldn't have yer"
On his part, now, he recognized that
she was as much In earnest as he.
''Is that yer last word?"
at is"
He laid his two hands on her shoul-
ders with violent grasp, and the pain
he caused her forced a scream from
her lips.
Then he left her suddenly, and as
suddenly returned.
THAT night yer found me bleeding
IN the road. Yer don't forgit It."
mo"
eyer knelt alongside me. and brought
me to life again. Yes, might have
died IL yer hadn't come. Yer don't for
git thatT'
mo"