The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-06-23

was SO long and full Of pleasure"
~ can remember everything-every-
thing! ] shall never, never forget IL.
Don't you think 1t was the happiest,
the very happiest day you ever spentr'
"Do you think so, Sarannep
"Yes, Make-Believe."
| "Then so do !! Yer know, Saranne,
that to see you happy makes me happy,
too"
| 81 know, Make-Belleve. am afraid
I have been very ungrateful TO you
sometimes"
THAT you never have, my dear. You
have always been very good TO me-"
"Make-Believe," whispered Saranne,
zone day / may be able to repay you
for all you've done for me-"
ITO repay me, my dear? Why, that
is as If you owed me somethink."
II never knew" said Saranne, nest
| ling closer 10 Little Make Believe, "tlll
lately when it was put into my head,
how much | really owe you. / never
even thought of IT, ungrateful girl that
| am"
"YOu mustn't speak OF yerself In that
way. ] will not allow you. who has
been putting such ideas into your
headp
cant you guess, Make Believe?
The best man that breathes on the
earth, who loves you, and is never tired
Of speaking OF you. Can't you guess,
dearY
"A man as loves me! AS calls me
sister! DO you want me 10 tell yer his
name? Are yer too shy to do 1t yer
self? Why, Saranne, it's dark, and no
one can see! And your prince is come!
didn't ] always tell yer he would?-
and his name is"
Walter"
She pressed Saranne in her arms
close TO her heart.
1t was the name she expected TO
hear, but she had not the courage to
mention il first; brave as she was,
capable Of self-sacrifice as she was, she
was not strong enough for that.
IL was the death-knell OF her hopes
which, she acknowledged now, but
never before, held sway over her: as if
she should ever have had the presump-
ton to lift her eyes so high!--it was
the death.knell OF her love, but she
bore il nobly.
Are you glad, Make-Belleve?"
Am l glad" repeated Little Make
Believe. What greater happiness can
l want than what you've told me-?
There is only one thing, my dear; he
Is gentleman, and we are only poor
glrls-what will his father sayT
walter has spoken of that. He has
not told his father yet-why, Make
Believe, only knew IL to-day!-but his
father is the best of men, after Walter.
of course, and Walter says he has
never crossed him in wish. 1t has
made me proud to hear the opinion
Mr.. Deepdale has of you, Make Believe
but Walter shall tell you all that"
I'm glad Mr.. Deepdale thinks well
| of me, though it's hard to say for what
reason. I've never done nothing that
/ know of except to thank him for his
goodness TO us"
All this time Little Make Believe had
not kissed Saranne, whose head she
had kept plllowed on her breast, but
now by simultaneous movement of
affection their lips met in loving en-
brace.
why, Make.Believe, you're crying!
exclaimed Saranne.
I'm crying for joy, my dear, at the
prospect afore you. With all my heart
l pray that 1t may come to pass-with
all my heart-with all my hearth
I'VE are not TO so back to Clare Mar
ket, Make.Believe; we are 10 remain
here until all is settled, and then we
are to 90 10 school for a year-yes,
Make Believe, you and me together
and Walter is coming to see us regu.
larly-and at the end of the year-you
can guess what Walter says will hap.
pen then"
ITS n easy guess, God bless yer
both, my dear, dear sister, and my
brother as i hope'll be-"
There will be no occasion for you
to struggle any more, Make Believe
the hard old life is over. Walters
father is rich, and we shall never,
never again want for bread. You are
crying still. Make-Believer'
MY hearts SO full that It's running
over. Go on, dear"
And you are TO live with us always,
and never, never leave us till"
It'll what, my dear"
"Till your prince comes and takes
you away from u.s.
That's never going to happen, Sar-
anne"
"Ah. but you don't know, Make-Be-
.%ve."
IL know well enough. There's not n
bit of room in my heart for any other
love than what fills II now, for you and
Walter. Go TO sleep, my dear, and
dream OF him-and OF me just little.
Go TO sleep, my dearest dear, go TO
sleep"
In the midst OF her tears she softly
sang an old song with which she used
to lull Saranne 10 sleep in the days OF
her infancy and before dozen broken
words were sung Saranne had sunl,
TO slumber. with smiles on her lips and
JOY in her heart.
And the whole night through. while
Saranne was calmly sleeping. Little
Make-Believe lay awake wrestling with
her agony-wrestling with II and striv.
ing to conquer IL.
) They mustn't know they mustn't
as much as suspect,"-ths was the re