The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1905-05-30


| with 4 wide application IN view pun
licans and policemen would be very
badly OF were it not for Little Make
Believes father. Half Of them would
have to shut up shop, for it is tact
THAT, under Providence, he is the princl-
pal means Of supplying them with
their daily bread. If they have a spark
Of gratitude in them they ought to go
down upon their knees every night Of
their lives and thank God for sending
them Little Make Believes father.
She had no mother. Perhaps she
ought to have thanked God for that.
Notwithstanding the fondnes Of pub
licans and policemen for her father,
Little Make Believe did not live alone.
she had a sister, year and a half
Younger than herself. This sisters
name was originally Sarah Anne.
Now. by singularly happy twist.
little Make-Believe had invested this
somewhat plebeian name with quite
an aristocratic favor. She called her
sister Saranne. Beat that, II you can,
YOU Smiths and you Swythes.
It is q fact that Little Make-BelieVe
was always pretending and living lot
great portion Of her time an inner
life, as it were; she did not envy the
Queen.
There was one advantage in having
father. 1t devolved on him to pro-
vide home for his children.
This home, in the matter OF rent
cost him on an average about eighteen
pence a week, which he sometimes
paid and sometimes didn't. Generally
didn't.
It was invariably either at the very
top or the very bottom Of the house;
never in the middle. Now it was q
garrett now cellar.
At the present time it was cellar.
Having provided this home, he pro.
yided nothing. else.
That was Little Make-Believe's at
fair. He hired a roof for his daughters
TO sleep under, and then, metaphor
cally, he washed his hands Of them.
Otherwise, he seldom washed bis
hands.
But, although he gave his children
roof. by a strange oversight he did not
give them bed. The builder did that
the bare boards.
Saranne was beautiful child, with
lovely mouth, curly hair, large, gray,
wistful eyes, and skin as smooth as
new velvet.
When she was a baby, another baby,
few months older than herself, VINO
was fond Of carrying her about, let her
fan downstairs, and she had hurt her
spine.
she grew up very delicate and was
nearly always lying on the boards OF
the cellar, or the garnet, as the case
happened to be, resting herself into
strength.
This was Little Make Believes strict
injunction, the inspiration of which she
had derived from friend who had
been kind to her for little while, and
who might have remained her friend
had not death claimed him.
He was a doctor who, on a mission
of charity, had found his way int
her neighborhood.
She waited for him outside the house
in which he was engaged, and when he
appeared she went close to him and
touched his arm.
He looked down and saw this small
morsel Of humanity looking pleadingy
up at him.
He saw the struggle in her eyes, IN
which trembling courage was striving
to conquer her. 1t was no light task
this little girl had set herself; he was
SO high, she SO low; he was so rich, she
so poor; he was SO great she so insig'
nificant.
| But when the chord Of sweet hu
mainly is struck and finds its way to
the heart these contrasts merge into a
heavenly equality.
"You are the great doctor, sirf' in.
quired Little Make-Believe.
81 am doctor, child" he replied,
kindly.
81 hardly dare to arsk yer, sir" said
Little. Make Believe, "but I've got q
little sister with weak back and il
you'd come and see her there's nothing
wouldn't do for yer. 1t amt fur, sir,
jest around the corner"
| He looked at his watch; he had ten
minutes to spare. He opened the door
Of his carriage and Little Make-Be-
lieve clung to the skirts Of his coat,
fearing that he was about to leave her
II will see your little sister," he
said. lump i'm
"Oh," cried Little Make-Believe, "the
kerridge can't get up our court! It's
only stones throw, sir"
Walk quickly, then" he said; y
have but few minutes / can call my
own"
To be continued.