The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1905-09-05
CHAPTER XIII.
Continued.

C0DU0ueu.
mo more than a brother ought to
love sister. Yes, he loves me as much
as that, think, but not bit more, as
I'm living womanr'
And yer don't love him"
mo-" she replied firmly: she knew
that if she allowed her voice to falter
blood would be shed in the house that
night.
Swear it, be said. SAY May God
strike me dead if love him.
She repeated his words.
God strike me dead if love himv'
False as was the oath, Divine for
giveness was registered in its, utter
ance.
"Make-Believe," he said, and his
voice, before SO fierce, grew weak.
you've saved me from becoming a
murderer
Yer didn't come to steal as well?v
she asked
No. he replied, II am no thief now.
I've kept the promise I give yer to
lead honest life It's been hard
lines. Look here" and he turned out
his pockets, which did not contain a
copper, and my Christmas dinner was
hunk of bread and cheese. Who's
that unlocking the street door"
SITS Mr.. Dexter. He mustn't see
yer. Hide behind that table. Quick,
quick When he's gone to bed I'll let
you out Of the house"
He threw himself behind the table,
and she drew the cloth down SO that
he was concealed from sight. Then
she ran to the door and called:
rs that you, Mr.. Dexter?'
Eyes, Make-Believe," he replied, as
he assembled the stairs, sits me-
When he entered the room she. saw
that he had brought back with him
a heavy load Of grief.
my wife is dead" he said
She took his hand, and he drew her
to him, deriving comfort from the con-
tact.
Did she die afore you got there,
gsir?"
mo, she lived long enough to tell me
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Believe, which has converted this
night into night of sorrow. Before
we were two months married she left
me, as have told you, and in the law
full course of nature she gave birth to
a sonny sonl She concealed it from
me out of spite l am almost afraid
to tell you the name of my SON."
Don't be afraid, sir-teli me-"
''It is man / warned yer aginst,
and who yer know well''
She gazed at him in amazement.
mot Foxey, sir?"
Is no more, gave that name out of
some kind Of strange malice. God
knows, l did her no harm! Marrying
her was folly, not crime, and
haven't deserved to be so punished"
A star Of hope and light glowed in
the heart Of Little Make Believe--a
Christian star of charity and love,
shining on the promise of life
snatched from evil ways, from crime,
from prison walls, from sinful death!
Her voice grew solemn,
"You should be glad, sir, not sorry,
that you have found your SON."
"How can / be glad, Make Believe?
If he was man could be paoud of,
that / could take to my heart''-his
voice was choking; he could not pro-
iced.
You mustn't forget, sir" said Lit
tie Make Believe, tenderly, that this
is a day Of charity and forgiveness.
There's none of us so bad that we can't
be made good if loving hand is laid
out to us! We cant help the way
we're born, can we, sir?7
''No, Make-B Believe, no"
ut amt our own fault sometimes
that we grow up bad. don't see how
some poor creatures can help it. And
let me tell yer, sir, Foxey amt what
yer think he Is. There's lot Of good
in him that you'd never suspect If yer
wasn't told. You get him to give yer
promise, and he'll keep it if starva-
ton staTes him in the face"
You're saying this, Make-Believe.
to try and comfort me. Dear child! II
every one had heart like your'n it
would be better world than it. is"
Il don't know so much about that,
sir. But it amt of me we're speaking,
it's of yer son ASH live to be a bless
ing to yer. Why, sir, jest think, now
when we first knew him he wasn't so
very old, was he?s
ssNo. he was only a bit of boy"
"As'd never been taught anything
good. AS had no father-and no moth
er to speak Of. But she's dead and
gone, and we mustn't say nothink hard
of her. She's gone to better world,
where we all hope to go one day. Her
life wasn't a rosy one, sir--fur from It'll
When you was cut ! saw a poor wo-
man dragging her feet through the
snow, and though never saw her be-
fore as / knows on, and shall never see
her again, l couldn't help crying at the
sight of her. Mr.. Dexter, don't think
as ever in my life saw as much Of the
inside of things as do now. It's
come upon me all in minute, and
believe as God has put it into my
headn'
Dear Little Make-Beiievew
"Ah. sir, if it hadn't been for that
if it hadn't been for my make-belieyI
ing-I don't know where should have
beeni 1 was saying. Mr.. Dexter. thai
there's a lot Of good in Foxey. He
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