The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-06-22
stove up So" she said, with a sharp
side glance at the girl

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stove up so," she said, with a sharp
side glance at the girl
She gave a satisfied nod as the rich
red famed In Sophrony's cheeks.
who'd "a thought that plow would
strike dynamite in his old ten acre
lot? Nobody knows how it came there,
neither. He was such.a likely young
Teller an dretful handsome
"His face amt hurt none," interrupt
ed Sophrony, rafting the stove covers
aimlessly
"They say when he gets them new
tangled legs with joints he'll be as
good as new, barrin' his three fingers.
Lucky twas the left hand, say l..
Didn't he ulster come over here lott"
questioned Miss Perkins.
eyes, for quite SPELL" Sophrony
turned around and allowed the tears
to roll over her plump cheeks without
any pretense. That's why / can't
make up my mind to Silas. guess.
But a woman can do nothin', an Sans
sort of backward"
my grief, / should say so-when a
man couldn't get up spunk to ask a
girl till she's most thirtyT
"He knew wouldn't leave pa" ex-
cused Sophrony II went over to In
oaire, but Mary Jane said he wouldn't
let anybody inside the house"
"You don't sayT exclaimed the
dressmaker. 81 kind of mistrusted
how things was" she sympathized.
"but he's jest sensitive, that's what.
Likely he says to himself, i amt got
no right to ask any woman to tie up
to a one legger.'"
'T'd rather have Sam with one leg
than any other body with two" half
sobbed Sophrony. ooh. Miss Perkins,
it does me a sight Of good to speak
outl I've Just been bottled up till 1t
seems as II should bust"
There, there, Sophrony; you jest
think reel hard that things is goin' to
come out right, an they're bound to.
I've been readin' some Of the new
thought papers lately, an there's a
heap o. comfort In 'em. Why don't
you send him a picture cardT' she
asked suddenly.
"Mebbe I might" said the girl doubt
fully.
"You Jest send him a pritty one, an
wen see," said the little dressmaker
as she put on her modified MERRY
Widow"
"Some way feel heap better than
when you came, Miss Perkins. Every
body says you're the village comfort,
anyway" said Sophrony. Il wish l
bad your pompadour. You keep your
hair wonderful WELL" gazing admir-
ingly at the wavy gray hair.
"Nonsenser' with a pleased flush,
however. 'The Perkinses all have
good heads O. hair. Runs in some fam
lies, guess"
81 know just what she'll pick out, "
soIiloquized the spinster on her way
home, "somethin' with hearts an q
pagoda with doves in 1t. That amt
what a man wants who's all stove up
an got the grumps. | will! | vum?'
The little dressmaker retraced her
steps to the village emporium,
where she carefully scanned the stock
Of cards. Finally her eye lighted on
the picture Of the "Mlnistering An
GEL" Its Jest the ticket" she chuc-
killed.. On a fowery couch reclined a
young man, and a young woman was
offering him a plate of most impossible
looking fruit with an air of tender 50
licitude. The motto read:
/ fain would soothe thy wearied hours
With all a woman's powers.
IT'S womap's place to serve and wait
Upon loving mate.
Miss Perkins wrote something on the
card and firmly affixed a one cent
stamp
There; 1 guess that'l set him to
thinkin' anyway"
After tea Sophrony sat by the win
dow knitting In the dusk when she
saw Mary Jane going into a neighbours.
"She won't get away from there for
an hour. Miss Parks is an everlastin
talker," commented Sophrony. 1--WE q
half mind to run over an inquire, just
neighborly like He might be In the
sittin' room with LOUSY"
With fast beating heart the girl