Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1907-03-21
80. BY B. L. FARJEON. ::

It was the light which mad arouseo
Little Make-Believe.
"Saranne!" said Little Make-Believe,
and slightly raising herself as she
spoke she saw in Saranne's hand q
portrait of Walter.
"Oh, Make e-Believey cried Saranne,
quickly blowing out the candle; show
you startled mel"
II thought there was something the
NATTER" said Little Make-Belleve pres.
emily; she spoke very quietly. "when ]
Noke up and saw the light"
"No, there is nothing the matter.
1 am restless and can't sleep. What a
happy day we had-what a happy,
happy day."
"Yes, dear, happy day indeed. 1t is
hard to remember all that occurred, it
was so long and full Of pleasure"
II can remember everything-every.
thing! I shall never. never forget it.
Don't you think it was the happiest,
the very happiest day you ever spent?"
"Do you think so, Saranne?"
eyes, Make-Believe."
"Then so do l! Yer know, Saranne,
that to see you happy makes me happy,
too"
81 know, Make-Believe. 1 am afraid
have been very ungrateful to you
sometimes"
THAT you never have, my dear. You
have always been very good to me-"
"MakeBelieve," whispered Saranne,
zone day l 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 to Little MakeBelievc, It'll
lately when it was put into my head,
how much 1 really owe you. 1 never
even thought of it, ungrateful girl that
am"
You mustn't speak of yerself in that
way. l will not allow you. Who has
been putting such ideas into your
hcad?"
Cant you guess, Make Believe?
The best man that breathes OH the
earth, who loves you, and is never tired
of speaking of you. Can't you guess,
dear?''
"a man as loves me. AS calls me
sister. DO you want me to tell yer his
name? Are yer too shy to do it yer.
self? Why, Saranne, it's dark, and no
one can see! And your prince is come!
didn't l 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 it first; brave as she was,
capable Of self-sacrllice as she was, she
was not strong enough for that.
1t was the dcath-knell of her hopes
she acknowledged now, but
never before, held sway over her; as if
she should ever have had the presump.
tlon to llft her eyes so hight was
the death-knell of her love, but she
Dolc IL HODiy.
Are you glad, Make Believer"
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 say"
walter has spoken of that. He has
not told his father yet-why, Make.
Believe, I only knew 1t today 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
l know Of except to thank him for his
goodness to u.s."
All this time Little Make-Believe had
not kissed Saranne, whose head she
had kept pillowed on her breast but
now by simultaneous movement of
affection their lips met in loving EN-.
brace.
"Why, Make-Believe, you're cryingm
exclaimed Saranne.
I'm crying for Joy, my. dear at the
prospect afore you. With all my heart
pray that 1t may come to pass-with
all my heart-with all my heartr'
1--WE are not to go back to Glare Mar
kht, Believe; we are to remain
here until all is settled, and then we
are to go to school for q 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"
"It's a easy guess, God bless yer
both, my dear, dear sister, and my
brother as 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,
ne, er again want for bread. You are
crying still, Make-Believew
"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"
"rill what, my dearY
IT'LL 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.
lieve."
Il know well enough. There's not d