The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1905-07-18
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probability spent day in the country
have perhaps never even seen the
country what capital thing it would
be to have them down here for a little
while"
ut would be capital thing, Wally.a
''That it would, dad.''
That is how it came about that be-
fore the week was out, the postman
with sharp double rap at the door OF
the house in Glare Market in which
the sisters lived, asked whether Little
Make Believe lodged there.
I'm course she do" said the woman
who answered the door.
Is she imp
Perhaps she is, and perhaps she
amt"
Would you mind seeing?"
He had a desire to give the letter
himself into the hands Of the girl with
name SO strange.
There is legend that there exists in
the force one who is at the same time
poet and a policeman, and that this
remarkable Individual has actually
written songs for the music halls.
The present postman. who was new
to the Glare Market district, may have
been the man, and his poetical tenden-
cies may have caused him to be cur
ious about person addressed as Little
Make Belle e, and have inspired him
with an idea that he might make a
song out Of her for Lion Comique.
"I'll call her" said the woman, and
she screamed down the stairs at the
top Of her voice, Here, MakeBelieve!
Yer wantedp'
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 mel Go on! Yer gam
moningr'
'There it 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 a mo-
ment or two in state of stupefaction
with the letter IL her hand.
A letter for her! 1t was an event
80 strange and startling that it took
away her breath
Never in her life had she received a
letter; she could scarcely believe that
she was awake.
Win she had sufficiently recovered
she made her way downstairs.
"What was itT' asked Saranne.
TITS a letter. said Little Make-Be-
lieve, solemnly.
Saranne looked up and laughed.
"You're pretending" she said.
mot this time, Saranne. Here it is"
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 it, but 1t
was Mr.. Deepdale who had written.
Little Make Believe laid the letter
unopened on the table, and the sisters
gazed at it, half frightened.
"Who's it from?'' said Saranne.
"What can it be about? hope it amt
something bad"
Suddenly she clapped her hands, and
danced in her seat.
Somebody's fell in love with you,
and has sent an offer Of marriage"
What was it that made Little Make
Believe tremble and turn red and
white?
"Open it-open- it" cried Saranne,
''and 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 neryously, and
gave it to her to read
1t was simple, terse end to the point.
"Dear Little Make-Belieye and Sa-
ranne,D it read, I'VE are, as ycu know.
in the country, where we shall stop till
summer is over. and my con has al
idea in his head, which perhaps will
please you. You don't see much Of the
country, which just now is very beau
tiful. and if You would like to come
and stop here for few days it would
do you good. You have only to say
Yes. and 60 to Mr.. Dexter, who will
arrange everything for you. A ram
bic or two ia the woods will make you
strong. Your friend,
eW. II. DEEPDALE."
cob. Iay.'
That was al they could scy for sew.
sral moments.
Saranne'S face was scarlet with ex'
sitenent and joy; Little ATake-B Believe
was no less happy, but she showed it
In a different day.
Fer face was very pale, and her eyes
were full Of tears.
Lets read it again" said Saranne.
SO they read it again, and read it
third time ard then SaranTe cried:
1T amt no dream. It's issalp'
Undoubtedly it was real, vut for all
that nothing would have surprised Lit
tie Make Believe less than to see the
letter and envelope suddenly whisked
away.
1t was too good TO believe They had