The Morris County chronicle., 1905-08-22
CHAPTER XII.
Continued.

have chosen-the proposed arrange
ment was in singular accord with their
wishes and position.
They therefore agreed to it, COM
mnnication was opened In the passage
between the shop and the rooms above,
and in a very little while they were
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 ard Saranne the change was
luxury.
Their rooms were better furnished
than any they had ever occupied in
London, they were among friends, and
no longer at the mercy Of bitter cir
cumstances.
They had not been in the house a
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
wisdom-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 to be a
burden to Mr.. Deepdale, she had con-
templated with much inward sorrow
the necessity of resuming her old life
to obtain food for herself and Saranne.
And now the road was opened to her
to obtain it honestly by the labor of
her hands.
How cheerfully she undertook it!
How well she performed it!
Thomas Dexter averred that never
before had he know what comfort
was.
Little Make-Believe cooked also for
Mr.. Deepdale 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 a
slave might wait upon a beloved mas
ter.
She entered lovingly and cheerfully
into all his plans with respect to the
future Of himself and Saranne; she ad-
vised and counseled him with wisdom
begot Of her own sharp experiences of
life; she soothed and comforted Mr..
Deepdale and softened with wondrous
sweetness and patience the thorny
paths he was now trayersing; 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.. Deepdale 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.
1t 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 possessor.
The surprise was caused by the cir
cumstance that he had never been
known to purchase anything modern.
1t was taken home and placed in the
sisters sitting room, and Saranne,
soon learning how to work it, was en-
abled by this means to earn few
shillings a week.
The money she earned was jealousy
ro4 L. In - f,rr
Make-Believe.
when you're married." said she to
Saranne, you'll want things, and we
shall be able to buy EN-"
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 situation in a mer-
chants Office, and he entered into his
new life with so much zest as almost to
compel Mr., Deepdale to believe, with
his son, that the pit into which he had
been thrust by the proceedigs of
rogue was likely to prove blessing
to them.
But the germ of this contentment, of
ell this happiness, lay in Little Make
Believe.
1t was her sweet ways that sweet
ened their days; it was her unremitting
thoughtfulness and wise and patient
labor that strewed 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 I don't want to speak to
yer" she replied. "I'll tell yer the hon
est truth, Foxey; I'm frightened Of
YER
you've got no call to be; wouldn't
hurt a hair Of yer head. But you know
that well enough. No, it's not the hon
est truth yer telling me-"
Il can't help it II yer don't believe
me- Foxey, let me so; I've got lot
to do at home"
"At homer he echoed. That's at
old Tommy Dexter's."
"Yes"
'syVhere yer fine gentleman's living
Oh know all about it! Don't think
ser can hide anvthink from me. Yer