The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-11-07
THE FACTORY GIRL.

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/ middle of the room large piece OF
canvas glowed with the soft tInts OF
/ Spring landscape, and Frank Seymour
stood before IL, pallet 10 nand' ms
large brown eyes dreamy win soFo
of inspiration. -
In a comfortable easy chair by the
door sat plump, rosy little female,
| in a lace cap with plenty OF white
satin ribbon fntterlng from it, and
siIyer-grey poplin dress Mrs. Sey-
mour ii fact, our artists mother,
who had just come up from the very
basement to see how Frank was get
ting along.
'FHere, mother" said the young
man, with an enthusiastic sparkle in
bis eyes, just see the way the sunset
light touches the topmOst branches of
the old apple-tree. | like the brown
subdued gold of that tint; il somehow
reminds me of Grace Teller's hair"
Mrs. Seymour moved a little un-
easily in her chair. 4
Yes. it's very pretty; but it strikes
me, Frank, you are lately discovering
good many similitudes between Miss
Teller and your pictures"
Frank laughed good humoredly.
We'll, mother, she is pretty"
Yes, don't deny that she's pretty
enough"
Now, mother, what's the meaning
of that ambiguous toner" demanded
the young man pleasantly. What
have you discovered about Miss Grace
Teller that isn't charming, and wo-
manly and lovely?"
Frank, do you know who she is p
Eyes, / know that she's remarka-
bly, pretty girl, with a voice that
sounds exactly like the low, soft rip
pie of the little rivulet where used
to play when | was boy"
Nonsense, said Mrs. Seymour
well, then, if you are not satisfied
with my description of her as she is,
would you like to know what she will
be-"
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
Mother, Think she will one day
become my wife. +" 8F
Frank Frank are you crazy?"
Not that | know of, !" said Mr.. Sey-
mour, composedly squeezing "a little
deep blue ON his palette out of dain-
~ tin tube, and mixing it thought
fully. .
1--WE know SO little about her"
thought Mrs. Seymour. ITO be sure
she's visiting Mary Elton, and Mary
Elton belongs to a very good family,
if she does live in half house, and
take in fine embroidery for a. living.
But then she has no style at all, com
pared with Cynthia Parker, and Gym
thia always fanoied our Frank. Then,
moreover, she has five or six thous-
and dollars of her own. But dear
mel young man in love is the most
headstrOng creature alive" Atts
Mrs. Seymour unused while longer,
and then put on her mouse colored
silk bonnet and gray shawl and set
out upon tour of investigation.
I'll find out something about Miss
Teller, or I'll know the reason why"
thought the indetatigable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was at home,
helping Mary Elton in an elaborate
piece Of fine embroidery. The room
where the two girls sat was very plain
carpeted with the cheapest ingram,
and curtained with very ordinary pink
and white chintz, yet it looked snug
and CHEEKY, for the fat black bird was
ohirping noisily in the window, and a
stand of mignionette and velvet bios
somed pansies gave a delicate tint
to this pretty picture of every day
life. H
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not
at all pretty; yet there was tremu-
l0us sweetness about her mouth that
seemed to whisper that she might
have been different under different
circumstances. Grace Teller was a
lovely blonde with large blue eyes,
rose leaf skin, and hair whose lu-
minous gold fell over her forehead
| like an aurole.
As Mrs. Seymour entered, a deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beau
tiful cheek, but otherwise she was
calm and self-possessed, and readily
parted the old lady's interrogasories.
Very warm this morning" said
the old lady, tanning herself. DO
they have as warm weather where you
come from, Miss Teller ?n sf7
Il believe it Is very sultry in Fac
/ toryville," said Grace, cOmposedly
taking another needleful Of white
silk. #.M
"Factoryville ? Is that your native
place ? Perhaps then you know Mr.,
| Parker-Cynthia Parker's father
who is experimenting the calico mills
there r.
r. very weH-I have often seen him. +"
"Are you well acquainted with Gym
/ thia ?" 5ia
8No-I believe Miss Parker spends
most of her time in this city"
That's very true, said Mrs. Sey
mour sagely: Cynthia often says
there's no society worth having In
Faotoryville-onlyt the girls that wnt1