Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1867-06-15
-sksfo TTThe facto1y Girl.

.ssItwas a little studio quite at the top
of the house. Upon the easel that accupi-
ed the post of honor in the middle of the
room, was,1aqpiece sof,acanvass glowing
with soft tints of a spring landscape, and
Frank Seymour stood befereEit, pallet in
hand, his large brown eyes dreamy with
sort ofinspiration.
Iu1a comfortable easy thairby the door
sat plump rosy little female, in lace
cap with plenty of narrow white, satin
ribbon futtering from it, and a silver gray
poplinT TdressSH1lt.s. Seymour, in fact, our
artist IS mother, who had just come up
froim theI very basement, to see how
Frank was getting along. ~'''' ''''.'.1'''.f-
Here, dnother, said the, young man,
with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eye,
just see, the way that sunset light touch
es the topmost branches Of the oidapple
tree. like the brown subdued gold at
that tint; it somehow reminds Ame' of
Grace Tellers' hair.
noNrst stSeyniourmoreda q little ,,lneasiIy
insher chair. 2ss ire ID; Is. 1.ssa ,,,o ,, Z 79s'I 1, =
iaoIt'sypery pretty !. But -itti strikes me
Frapk, - - Oh are lately discovering o good
many sinliIn udes between Miss , ellerald nc
syouf pictures. 9a.s erFf' s~s1s ari,rcTs
7Ftaiik laugfed good-huinoredly 49, e.I,7, bq5
Well, mother, she isprettY. 60,
Yes don't deny but what she's pretty
i! = sESeS, NOW mother, what's the ln81esahhi6gl ln81esahhi6gl of
that ambiguous tone? demanded the
.poing artist, pleasantly. What hare'you
discovered about Miss Teller that isn't
chafnnesTand womanly andtoyeabie?
Frank, do you Know who she is =?
y es, / know that, she is q remarkable
pretty girl, with alvoice that sounds ex-
actly like the low soft rivulet where l
used to play whenvI j ,wasa boy.
Nonsense, said Mrs. Seymour, sharply.
Well. then, ifvou are not satisfied with
my description Of Her as She is, would you
like to,lknow, what she will be
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled. - ;
Mother, I think one day she will be my
Frank Frank! are yoa crazy?
Not that know of, said Mr.. Seymour
composedly, squeezing little deep blue
on his pallet from dainty tin tqlbe3 and
mixing it thoughtfully. sase15
We know SO little about her, thought
Mrs. Seymour To be sure she is visit
ing Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to a
very good family, if she doesn't live in
but halfa house, and takes in fine en-
broidery for living. But then she has
no stylecompared with Cynthia Parker,
and Cynthia alwaysdid fancy our Frank.
Then, moreover, she has five orsix. thous-
and dollars other own. But, dear me ! a
syoung man in love is the mostheadstrong
creature alive .. a's1 .e-5A
Mrs. Seymour unused a while longer,
and then put on her mouse eolored silk
bonnet and gray shawl, and set out on q.
tour of Investigation.
I'll find out, about Miss Teller, o., III
know the reason why, thought the inde-
Ffatigable widow: q / ,1'i'4 A-LSA
Miss Grace Teller was at home helping
Mary Elton on 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 chirping IN the window,
and stand of mignionette and velvet
blossomed pansies gave a DELICATE rehne-
ment to the details of every day lite.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not at
all pretty, though there was tremulouls
sweetness about hermouth that seemed
to whisper that she-might have been very
different under different circumstances
Grace Teller was lively blonde, with
large blue eyes, rose leaf skin, and hair
whose luminous gold fell over her fore
head like an oriole.
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