The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1917-01-18


little dressmaker rctraced her steps
to the village emporium" where
she carefully scanned the stock OF
cards. Finally her eve lighted on
the picture of the ''Alinistering An
gel" "It's jest the ticket she
chuckled. On hoWery couch re,
clined Young man, and young
woman was offering him plate OF
most impossible looking fruit with
an air of tender solicitude. The
motto read:
fain would soothe thy wearied hours
With all a woman's powers.
IT'S womans place to Serve and wait
Upon a loving mate.
Miss Perkins wrote something Oh
the card and firmly affixed 4 one
cent stamp.
"There; guess that'll set him to
thinkin' anyway"
After tea Sophrony sat by the
window knitting in the dusk when
she saw Mary Jane going into a
neighbor's.
"She won't get away from there
for an hour. Miss Parks is an ever,
lastin' talker," commented Sophro,
nv. Owe 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
crutches on the floor beside him,
and LOUSY, his twelye-year-old sis
ter, was doing sums. Sophrony
could see them through the window
as she tiptoed up the gravel path.
"Come in, Sophronyv" shouted
the young man as he caught the
sound of her voice in the hallway.
'Aly," whispered LOUSY, "he amt
seen nobody since he was hurt"
Sophrony trembled, but said
cheerily, "Hello, SAM in her usual
fashion. AS LOUSY disappeared aft
er a pitcher of cider in hospitable
manner Sam leaned forward with
nervous flush on his thin face as he
asked hurriedly, "Sophrony, did you
send me a picture card:"
"Mebbe | did an mebbe ! didn't"
answered the girl nervously, laugh
ing and blushing.
'cDon't fool, Sophrony. Quit it.
Did vou?"
eyes, Sam," she replied, sobered
up by his earnestness.
"Did you mean it? he demanded.
Sophrony looked bewildered. What
was the motto? She could not re-
member. She had just picked out a
"pretty" one, as the dressmaker had
surmised. It would do no harm to
say eyes" anyway.
"Did you, sophrony?" he persist
ed. "Would you put up with a man
who has only one leg?"
Indeed, I would if it twas you,
SAM" replied Sophrony honestly.
"Come over here, my girl" en-
treated Sam, holding out his arms
longingly. All his shyness seemed
to have disappeared.
Sophrony went and knelt beside
his chair, and as his arms closed
around her Sam said, '1f it hadn't
been for this blessed card"-he pull
ed it out Of his breast pocket-'Td
never have had the courage to ask
you"
Sophrony caught her breath
sharply as she looked at it. ooh.
SAM" then she hesitated, u never
sent that one, but" she added hasti-
ly as she read the verse, "1 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 !"
"1t's that blessed little dressmak-
er," said Sophrony, with a flash Of
comprehension.
"Land O. Goshen! I guess there'll
be a weddin' in this family fore
long-teehee," giggled LOUSY from
the doorway, almost dropping the
pitcher of cider in her excitement.
81 just guess there will" replied
Sam masterfully.