The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1845-05-17
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From the Ladies' National Magazine.
THE FACTORY GIRL.
by ELLEN ASHTON.

In sweet rural valley, nestled amo
the hills Of old Massachusetts, stands
= pleasant valley with picturesque mi
pond and factory. Three summers az
q this hamlet was The temporary residence
tIyoung men, who were apparently travelIin
; artists, as their chief occupation seemed
consist in skelchng the scenery of III
nelghborhood, which was celebrated for i
beauty. Their arrival had created some ST
among the villagers, for men had Gel
lain dignity of manner that made ,hem took
ed up to- and many pretty factory girl a
she 'ripped to her work, cast back IooI
over her shoulder, il she met either of in
handsome strangers.
Though the society of the village wa
usually intelligent, and the females wer
remarkable for lovsiness, there was on,
famed beyond all the rest, in both min,
and person, sweet Edith Malber. She wa
an orphan, without sister or brother, an,
lived with an aged aunt, whom she chief,
supported by her labor in the factory. E.
dllh was popular with every one. She was
so gentle, conslderate and kind, that even
those who a, first envled, learned a. las, to
love her. The younger of the two artist.
whom we shall name Lowell, soon became
interested in this sweet creature; at. leas. if
looks tones, and constant seeking of her
presence were any proof he was thus inter
esled.
some rocks on the steep hill side from
which The village was overlooked and as
they sal there, The bell OF the factory rang
and the green was Immediately covered wit
he girls employed in it, vending their wa,
hilher after dinner. Among them i, was
easy 10 recognize the light and graceful
form oil Edith.
is she not beautiful! Where can You
,how me form so sylph like" said Lowell,
Sllh undiSguised enthusiasm.
His companion made no reply FOR mo
nenl, but then abruptly remarked,
Il think it is time we lert this village
'Wbyr asked Lowell, in tone OF sur
prise.
because, if we do notyou will have that
gIIl in love with you, Your admiration Il
eyiden, to all her friends, and you are to-
honorable 10 hold Out hopes you never in
Tend to fulfil,
Hold Out hopes never intend to fulfil.
Yes-fol you don't think OF marrying
the grI, do you.
TO be sure.
The deuce you do said his companion
starting to his feet in unaffected aSIOnlSh
ment.
Lowell INDUCED in hearty laugh, an
lheG asked,
why not!'
why noL why, for a thousand reason
She's only factory girl, lady of nel'ht
birth nor education, but a simple countr
lass, very good indeed in her way, only n
match for Fred Lowell Think of preseE
ing her TO your fashionable friends in tow
lNo.-no-li will never 90 Shake off III
love fit; pack up your uunk aud let us
off TO morrow
Lowell shook his head.
4 am perhaps, more romantic nj
than you are, Harry he sad, but | ha
some common sense, which | think ha
brough. 10 bear upon this question. v
have now been here a month, in viii
ume have become pretty well acqualnI
with Edith. left lown-we both LETT It
heartily sick of it's ltivolilies; ard on
part, with the firm opinion that | knew
woman in our sci there whom would
willing 10 make a wife. The city girls
so frivolous, SC fond of parties, so eager
wealthy alliances, and really SO ignorant
household affairs, that for a man of taste
marry one Of them would be folly. |
not fond of gay ife-l think it wastes
,ut much precious time, aud want, ,therel'
Nv wife who will be domestic, and not
,olye mo IN 4 round Of balls and other