The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-11-08
THE FACTORY GIRL.
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Very laudaDle, m sure, SAID the
old lady, growing a little uneasy un-
der the clear blue gaze, "only-there
are steps and gradations in all society
you know, and-I'm little surprised
to find you so intimate with Miss Ell
ton, whose family isl asJaH
Mary came over to Grace's side and
stopped to kiss her cheek. H
My dearest friend-my most pre-
ciOus companion, she murmured, II
should be quite lost without her, Mrs.
Seymour.
The old lady took her leave stifiy,
and did not ask Grace to return her
call, although she extended an invita-
ton to Mary, couched in the politest
and most distant terms. gea ID
Frank p sac calculated, never
once stopping to remove shawl or
bonnet, and bursting into her sons
studio like an express messenger of
life and death news, who do you sup
pose your paragon of Miss Teller is p
1.-THE lovliest of her sex, )" returned
Frank, briefly and comprehensively.
IA factory girl Pll screamed the old
lady, at the height of her lungs, "a
factory girl + ta Il. aal HFf=ags
well, what Of that?"
What of that2 Frank Seymour.
you never mean to say that you would
have anything to say to common fac
tory grip" " - = y Z
s " / should pronounce her very I'M
common factory girl, said the
young man, with aggravating GOODNESS.
" Frank don't jestwith me, plead
ed the poor little mother, with tears
in her eyes. Tell me at once that
you will give up this fancy of girl
that is in no way equal to you"
No-she is in no respect my
equal, returned Frank, with redden-
ing cheek and sparkling eye, but it
Is because she is in every respect my
superior. Grace Teller is one of the
noblest women that ever breathed this
terrestrial air, as well as one of the
most beautiful. Mother, | love her,
and she has promised to be my wife. I"
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, life
less and despairing. 0
" Frank Frank I never thought
to see my son marry common factory
girl. a saiioa sao a.o4l ~
And then o torrent of tears came TO
her relief, while Frank went off qui-
city touching up the scarlet foliage of
a splendid old maple in the foreground
of his. picture. eey"e a36e&71
Resp *bslaI.* Ne sd*1ea ~ ~
* $50 you are determined TO marryi
me, Frank, in spite of'everythihg?"
Grace Teller had been crying-the
dew was yet on her eye ashes,, and
the unnatural crimson upon her
cheeks as Flank Seymour came In.
and Mary Elton considerably slipped
out s to search for missing pattern. {"
.ea" / should rather think so, said
Frank, hooking admiringly down on
the golden head that was STOPPING
among the pansies.
But your mother thinks me far
below you in social position
Social position be-ignored. What
do Ilcare for social position, so long
as my little Oracle has consented to
make the sunshine of my own homer"
Yes, but Frank"
" Well, but Grace?" s.saJ4i
DO you really love me?pHq
For answer, he took both the fair,
oeilcate hands in his, and looked
steadily into hers. as FssEss'1.}
Frank said Grace, demurely, IT
am afraid you will make dreadfully
strong, willed, obstinate sort of hus
! shouldn't wonder, Gracie.p
And so the golden twilight faded
into purple softer than the shadow
o. eastern amethysts, and the stars
Elton did not succeed in finding that
pattern.
-Iam Y .a1# au*I
Mrs. Seymour was the first guest to
arrive at Mrs. Randall's select soiree
on the first Wednesday evening in
July the fact was, she wanted a
chance to confde her griefs to Mrs
Randall's sympathetic ear.
Crying? Yes, of course / have
been crying, Mrs. Randall-rve done
nothing but CRY for'a week"