Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1907-01-17
CHAPTER III.
Continued.

He babe his coachman wait for him
aud he followed Little Make-Believe,
end was pleased to find that she had
rot deceived him in the distance.
Upon entering the wretched room in
Which Saranne was lying he took in the
situation at glance. In his earlier
days he had had Il large experience OF
the homes of the poor.
While he was examining Saranne he
asked her where her mother was.
"There she is, sir" said Saranne,
kointing to Little Make Believe.
"Where's your mothcr?" he asked Of
,ittle MakeBelieve.
"Ain't got none, Sir"
"Where's your fathcr?" :,
''Doing a month, sir" -
"Who keeps the family then?" -" |
81 do, sir"
"Ah Come and see me tomorrow
h,orning before 10 o'clock. Here is my
tnrd. If you can't read ask some
trrson to tell you where live"
He was about to leave The poor
rom when an incident occurred. 4,
Little Make Believe had heard some
syhere that when a great doctor visited
q patient he was accustomed to have
his fee handed to him wrapped in
raper.
Determined to be in the fashion Lit
lie Make Believe had prepared accord
ilgly, and she now slipped into the
soctor's hand Il torn piece of news
Taper in which some coins were
trapped.
"What's this, what's this" exclaimed
the doctor; and Little Make-Boleve's
cart sank within her. for she thought
lie was angry at the smallness of the
ipe.
ITS every copper I've got sir said
Little Make Believe. ncrvously. Don't
say l mustn't come and see yer. sir
don't. If | get Il bit of luck I'll pay
yer whatever yer asks"
He opened the paper and found there
Lu two pennies and a halfpenny.
Little Makc-Believe was not wise
enough TO read the expression in his
face: but indeed she could scarcely see
for the tears in her eyes
''It is very good fee, child" said
Che doctor and his hand for moment
vested lightly Oh her head. eco now
and attend to Jour sister; and don't
forget to see me tomorrow before TO-"
'No, sir, l won't forget" said Little
Make-Belicve joyfully. You are a
hind gentleman"
He turned, paused at the door, then
stepped to the side of Little Make BE.
Deve, who WAS sitting by Saianne.
"Never mind the fee" he said, hand
Jog her back the paper. You can pay
lie when you grow rich
With that he took his leave and the
sisters We're left alone.
"When grow rich" exclaimed Little
Make-Believe, laughing and beating
her right fist in which she held the
doctors fee, against the open palm Of
her left hand. That's a good 'un.
'When l grows rich, Ses the bells
of Shore ditch." She sang the last
words. Look here, Saranne. I'm GO
ing to shut my eyes and make be-
lieve l have grown rich. Now, then.
What's in my hand? Tuppence
ha'penny, and we amt got nothink for
dinner. l amt hungry, but you are,
ain't yer!'
"Yes," sighed Saranne.
"Wot'd yer like for dinner?"
"Pease-pudden."
"Yes," said Little MakeBelieve, her
eyes tightly closed and her fist shut.
"Pease-pudden. Anything else"
"Some plum duff
ooh. my! Wot spread! / think I
see it! But it amt much, now I've
growed rich. Let's make believe that
this ere tuppcnce ha'penny turned into
two aud six--there'd be a go! We'd
have a bottle of ginger beer as well,
wouldn't us? Pease-pudden, plum duff,
more plum duff and ginger beerv'
She smacked her lips as though she
were enjoying these luxuries, when
sigh from Saranne restored her to the
reality of the scene.
"Never mind, Saranne," she said,
opening her eyes, 'it was very good of
him to give me back the coppers.
can git some pease-pudden for yer, at
all events. I'll 90 to the cook shop
and bring it back on gold plate set
around with dynens. l won't be long,
Saranne.'
She jumped up and took the paper
from the coins the doctor had returned
TO her, and there in her hand lay two
half-Crowns and shilling.
Her amazement and delight were I'M
tAunded. but in the midst of her excite.
nent she did not forget who it was
che had to thank for this bit of good
fortune.
IT'S as good as rantermine." sho
said. He's the best harlequin | ever
gor."
She ran from the room. and soon re-.
Turned with dinner such as she and
f:aranne had not enjoyed for many a
bong day, and when she took pull al
the ginger beer, w'-ch they drank, turn
md turn about. out of the bottle, she
gave toast:
"Good luck to him. May he live lonS
and die happy"
Certainly not more than half this
wish can be said to have been fulfilled,
for within fortnight the good doctor
died.
lie lived long enough, however. to