The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1909-09-02

when YOU came, Miss Perkins. Every.
BODY saws you're the village comfort,
anyway" said Sophrony. II wish
had your pompadour. You Keep you1
hair wonderful WELL" gazing admir-
fngly at the wavy gray hair.
"Nonsense!' with a pleased nusn'
however. "The Petkinses all have
good heads O. hair. Runs in some fam
lilies, guess"
81 know Just what she'll pick out"
soliloauized the spinster on her way
home. "somethin' with hearts an
papoda with doves in 1t. That amt
what a man wants who's all stove up
an got the grumps. I will! yum"
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 administering An
gel" tits jest the ticket" she chuc-
kled. On a fowery couch reclined
young man, and a young woman was
Offering him plate Of most Impossible
looking fruit with an air OF tender So
licitude. The motto read:
fain would soothe thy wearied hours
With all a woman's powers.
IT'S woman's place to serve and walt
Upon loving mate.
Miss Perkins wrote something on the
card and firmly affixed a one cent
stamp.
"There; guess that'll set him to
thinkin' anyway"
After tea Sophrony sat by the win
dow knitting in the dusk when she
saw Mary Jane going into neighbor's.
"She won't get away from there for
an hour Miss Parks is an everlastin'
talker," commented Sophrony. GIVE
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
whipped her best pink shawl around
her and started out. Sure enough,
Sam was in the easy chair with his
clutches on the floor beside him, and
LOUSY, his twelve-year-old sister, was
doing sums Sophrony could see them
through the window as she tiptoed up
the gravel path.
"Come in, Sophronyr' shouted the
young man as he caught the sound OF
her voice in the hallway.
my" whispered LOUSY, she amt
seen nobody since he was hurt"
Sophrony trembled, but said cheeri-
~, "Hello, Samv' in her usual fashion.
AS LOUSY disappeared after pitcher
Of cider in hospitable manner Sam
leaned forward with a nervous flush
on his thin face as he asked hurriedly,
"Sophrony, did you send me picture
card?"
"Mebbe I did an mebbe didn't, |"
answered the girl nervously, laughing
and blushing.
Don't fool, sophrony. Quit it. Did
you?"
"Yes, SAM" she replied, sobered up
by his earnestness.
did you mean it," he demanded.
Sophrony looked bewildered. What
was the motto? She could not remem-
Der. She had just picked out "pret-
ty" one, as the dressmaker had sur
missed. 1t would do no harm to say
eyes" anyway.
did you, Sophrony" he persisted.
would you put up with man who
has only one leg"
Indeed, I would II it twas you,
SAM" replied Sophrony honestly.
Come over here, my GIRL" entreated
Sam, holding out his arms longingly.
All his shyness seemed to have disap-
peared.
Sophrony went and knelt beside his
chair, and as his arms closed around
her Sam said, IF it hadn't been for
this blessed card"-he pulled it out Of
his breast pocket-'1'd never have had
the courage to ask you"
Sophrony caught her breath sharply
as she looked at it. "Oh, SAM" then
she hesitated, II never sent that one,
but" she added hastily as she read the
verse, Il would have If I'd seen It. I
think it's just lovely"
Sam drew the pretty, blushing face
against his shoulder again. "Well, it's
all right, then. But, see, here are your
initials down in the corner. Who do
you suppose sent it?"
cts that blessed little dressmaker,"
said Sophrony, with a fash Of compre-
tension
Land O. Goshen! 1 guess therell be
a weddin' in this family fore long
teehee," giggled LOUSY from the door
way, almost dropping the pitcher Of
cider in her excitement.
II just guess there WILL" replied
Sam masterfully.