Dresden enterprise and Sharon tribune. (Dresden, Tenn.) 1907-1997, 1917-01-12
Picture
Postcard
1t Brought an Understanding
Between the Lovers.
By ANNETTE DUMoIs

Peu d fresh paCcn OF doughnuts Int
the frying pan, saying, "Just six al
no more, say I, an then they won
soak fat"
'YOur doughnuts certnly do com
out jest right, Sophrony," said tn
little dressmaker as she snapped he
thread with a twist of her finger
Seems as if / could not work hal
SO fast since I got these store teet
an can't bite off my thread an
more. Silas is forehanded an wei
meanin', though he amt as hand
some as some."
ooh, I don't mind red hair my
self" replied Sophrony amiably
"but"-
'1t's time you was gettin' set
tied" persisted the dressmaker
"You never was cut out for an oil
maid"
She eyed sophrony's comfortable
curves with appreciation. "IetI
see-you're thirty, come August
You was born the day our Betsy hac
them twin calves-dretful cute lit.
tie critters they was. One had Q
white ring around his eye. Now, il
you was little an skinny. like me
you'd be a proper old maid"
Her black eyes twinkled behind
the gold bowed specs as she con-
tinued: Il amt never felt the loss
Of man yet. He'd be sure to want
the rocker jest when Marcus Azure
Illus had to hev it." Marcus was
the spoiled Angora,) II calkerlate
I've had two chances, though least
wise one of 'em was an out an
outer; the other was seafarin'
man, SO I don't know. No, So
phrony; I've ate two already" de-
clining the tempting circles, "but I
might take drop more tea, Too
bad Sam Jenkins got stove up So"
she said, with 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
pillow would strike dynamite in his
old ten acre lot? Nobody knows
how it came there, neither. He
was such likely young Teller an
dretful handsome ....
ellis face amt hurt none," inter
rupted Sophrony, rafting the stove
covers aimlessly.
"They say when he gets them
newfangled legs with joints he'll be
as good as new, barrin' his three fin
gers. Lucky twas the left hand, say
I. Didn't he ulster come over here
a lot?" questioned Miss Perkins.
eyes, for quite a spell" Sophrony
turned around and allowed the tears
to roll over her plump cheeks with
out any pretense. "That's why I
can't make up my mind to Silas, I
guess. But a woman can do nothin',
an Sans sort of backward"
"My grief, I should say so-when
1 man couldn't get up spunk to ask
i girl till she's most thirty~
Gle knew I wouldn't leave pa"
excused Sophrony. 81 went over to
inquire, but Mary Jane said he
wouldn't let anybody inside the
house"
"You don't sayw exclaimed the
lressmaker. IT kind of mistrusted
low 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 logger
"I'd rather have Sam with one
eg than any other body with two"
lalf sobbed Sophrony. ooh, Miss
Perkins, it does me a sight Of good
o speak outl I've just been bottled
Up till it seems as if I should bust"
"There, there, Sophrony; you jest
hink reel hard that things is goin'
o come out right, an they're bound
o. I've been readin' some of the
lew thought papers lately, an
here's a heap O. comfort in 'em.
Why don't you send him picture
ardw she asked suddenly.
"Mebbe 1 might" said the girl
oubtfully.
"You jest send him pritty one,
n we'll lsee," said the little dress
maker as she put on her queer old
at"
"some way I feel a heap better
han when you came, Miss Perkins.
says you're the village
omfort, anyway" said sophrony'
I wish I had your pompadour. You
eep your hair wonderful well" gaz-
lg admiringly at the wavy gray
air.
'NonsenSeI" with pleased flush,
owever. "The Perkinses all haye
God heads o hair. Runs in some
I guess"
q know just what she'll pick
IT." soliloquized the spin8ter on
er way home, "somethin' with