The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1866-09-06
THE FACTORY GIRL.
ACHARMING STORY.

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pied the post of honor in the middle OF
the room, large piece of canvass glowed
with tie soft tints of spring landscape,
Frank Seymour stood before it, palette
in hand, his large brown eyes dreamy
with sort OF inspiration.
In comfortable easy chair by the
door, sat plump rosy little female, IN
lace cap with plenty Of narrow white
satin ribon futtering from it, and silver
grey popIin dress-Mrs. Seymour, in
fact, our artists mother, who had just
come up from the very basement ''to see
how Frank was getting along
Here, mother said the young man,
with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eyes,
s.just see the way the sunset light touches
the top most branches of the old apple
tree / like the brown, subdued gold of
| that tint; it somehow reminds me of
Grace Teller's hair
Mrs, Seymour moved little nneasily
! in her chair.
eyes, it's very pretty; but it strikes
me, Frank. you are lately discovering a
good many similitudes between Miss
Teller and your pictures
Frank laughed good humoredly
wv ell, mother, she IS pretty"
"Yes, don't deny that she's pretty
enough.
"Now, mother, what's the meaning of
that ambiguous tone?" demanded the
young artist pleasantly. What have
you discovered about Miss Grace Teller
that isn't charming and womsnly and
lovely
Frank, do you know who she is?"
'Yes, know that she. remarkably
pretty girl with voice that sounds ex-
actly like the low soft ripple of the little
a boy"
Nonsense said Mrs Seymour,
sharply
well, then, if you are not satisfied
with my description of her as she is,
would you like to know what she will
be ?''i "9d
Mrs Seymour looked puzzled.
'.Mother. / think she will one day be-
come my wife,
"Frank. Frank. are you crazy ?'' no
''Not that 1 know off, said Mr.. Sey-
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deep blue on his polette out of a dainty
tin tube, and mixing it, thoughtfully.
.We know so little about her." thought
Mrs Seymour. ITO be sure she is visit
ing Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to
very good family, if she does live in half
a house, and take in fine embroidery for
a diving. But then she has no style at all.
compared with Cynthia Parker, and Gym
thia always did fancy our Frank. Then,
moreover, she has five OF six thousand
dollars of her own. But dear me! a
Young man in love is the most head
strong creature alive ,..t- .s-4-a-.-
Mrs Seymour unused a while longer.
and then put on her mouse -colored silk
bonnet and gray shawl and set out upon
a tour of investigations
I'll find out something about Miss
Teller, or I'll know the reason why"
thought the indefatigable 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 blaekbird was chirp
ing noisily in the window, and stand Of
micnionette and velvet hlessomed pan
sizes gave delicate tint to this pretty
picture of everyday life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not at
all pretty; there was tremulous sweet
ness about her mouth that seemed to
whisper that she might have been differ
ent under different circumstances. Grace
Teller was lovely blonde with large
blue eyes, rose leaf skin and hair whose
luminous gold fell over her forehead like
an aureole.
As Mrs. Seymour entered, deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace,s beauti
ful cheek. but otherwise she was calm
and self possessed, and readily parted
the old lady's interrogatories-
''Very warm this morning." said the
old lady, tanning herself. DO they
have as warm weather where you come
from, Miss Teller p
Il believe it is very sultry in Factory
ville.' said Grace, composedly taking
another needleful of white silk.
"Factoryville? Is that your native
place? Perhaps then you know Mr..
Parker-Cynthia Parker's father-who
is superintendent in the great calico
mills there?'
"very well-I have often seen him"
.Are You acquainted with Cynthia?'
'.No-I believe Miss Parker spends
most Of her time in this city,
That very true, said Mrs Seymou: