The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1917-01-18
Her Picture
Postcard
It Brought an Understanding
Between the Lovers.
By ANNETTE DUMOIS

dts kind of lonesome since pa
died, but l can't seem to make up
my mind to Silas some way"
The speaker had worried look
oin her bright blue eyes as she drop
ped a fresh batch of doughnuts into
the frying pan, saying, Gust six an
no more, say I, an then they won't
soak fat"
"Your doughnuts cert'nly do come
out jest right, Sophrony," said the
little dressmaker as she snapped her
thread with a twist of her finger.
"Seems as if l could not work half
so fast since l got these store teeth
an can't bite off my thread any
more. Silas is forehanded an we'll
meanin', though he amt as hand
some as some"
ooh, l don't mind red hair my
SELF replied Sophrony amiably,
"but"--
dts time you was gettin' set
tied" persisted the dressmaker.
'"You never was cut out for an old
maid"
She eyed sophrony's comfortable
curves with appreciation. Lets
see-you're thirty, come August.
You was born the day our Betsy had
them twin calves-dretful cute lit
tie critters they was. One had a
white ring around his eye. Now, if
you was little an skimpy, like me,
you'd be a proper old maid"
Her black eyes twinkled behind
the gold bowed specs as she con-
tinued: 81 amt never felt the loss
of a man yet. He'd be sure to want
the rocker jest when Marcus Aure-
lius had to hev it." Marcus was
the spoiled Angora) 81 calkerlate
I've had two chances, though least
wise one of 'em was an out an
outer; the other was a seafarin'
man, so | don't know. No, So
phrony; I've ate two already" de-
clning the tempting circles, "but l
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
plow would strike dynamite in his
old ten acre lot? Nobody knows
how it came there, neither. He
was such likely young feller 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
]. Didn't he uster come over here
a lot?" questioned Miss Perkins.
eyes, for quite SPELL" Sophrony
turned around and allowed the tears
to roll over her plump cheeks with
out any pretense. 'That's why l
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
a man couldn't get up spunk to ask
a girl till she's most thirty
"He knew I wouldn't leave pa"
excused Sophrony. "I went over to
inquire, but Mary Jane said he
wouldn't let anybody inside the
house"
"You don't sayw exclaimed the
dressmaker. 81 kind of mistrusted
how things was" she sympathized,
"but he's jest sensitive, that's what.
Likely ne says to himself, 4 amt
got no right to ask any woman to tie
up to a one legger.'"
'1'd rather have Sam with one
leg than any other body with two"
half sobbed Sophrony. "Oh, Miss
Perkins, it does me sight of good
to speak outl I've just been bottled
up till it seems as if l 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 picture
card {" she asked suddenly.
"Mebbe l might" said the girl
doubtfully.
"You jest send him a prittv one,
an we'll see," said the little dress
maker as she put on her queer old
hat"
"Some way feel a heap better
Al I'. n--1-.