Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1867-01-19
TALES & SKETCHES.
THsE FACTORY GiHeL.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

1t was a little studio, quite at the top of
the house. Upon the easel that occupied
the post of honor in the middle of the room,
a piece of canvass glowed with the soft tints
OF a spring landscape, and Frank Seymour
stood before it, palette in hand his large
brown eyes dreamy with sort of inspira-
ton. 80
In comfortable easy chair by the door
sat a plump, rosy little female, in lace
cap with plenty OF narrow, white satin rib
bon fiuttcring from it, and silver grey pop
lin dress-Mrs Seymour, in fact, our artists
mother, who has just come up from the very
basement "to see how Frank was getting
along"
"Here, mother" said the young man,
with ar enthusiastic sparkle in his eyes,
"just see the way that sunset light tourches
the topmost branches of the old maple tree.
like the brown, su5dued gold of that tint;
1t somehow reminds me of Grace Teller's
hair"
Mrs. Seymour moved little uneasily in
her chair.
"Yes, it's very pretty but it strikes me,
Frank, you are lately discovering good
your pictures"
"Well, 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 discover
ed about Miss Grace Teller that isn't charm
ing and womanly and lovely ?"
Frank do you know who she is 2"
"Yes, | know that she's remarkable
pretty girl, with voice that sounds exactly
like the low, soft rivulet where used to
play when was boy"
Nonsense" said Mr.. Seymour sharply.
"Well, then, if you're not satisfied with
her as she is, would you like to know what
she will be 2"
Mrs Seymour looked puzzled.
Mother, think she will one Gay be my
wife I"
Frank Frank are you crazy 2"
"Not that know off, said Mr.. Seymour
composedly, sqeezing a little deep blue on
his palette out of dainty tin tube, and
mixing 1t thoughtfully.
I'VE know so little about her" thought
Mrs. Seymour. ITO be sure, she is visiting
Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to q very
good family, if she does live in half a house
and take in fine embroidery for a living
But then she has no style at all compared
with Cynthia Parker, and Cynthia alway,
did fancy our Frank Then, moreover, sh'
has five thousand dollars of her own. But
! dear me 4 young man in love is the mos
! ad.strong creature alive" ...r.
Mrs. Seymour mused while longer, anc
| then put on her mouse coloreo silk bonne
and grey shawl and set out upon tour o
| investigation. -
"rll lind out something about Miss Teller
or I'll know the reason Why" thought tn
indefaiigable widow. ..t... .... ..t...
Miss Grace Teller was sat home," helpin:
| Mary Elton in an elaborate piece OF ilnt
| embroidery. The room where the two girl
sat was very plain, carpeted with the cheap
est ingram and curtained with very ordinar.
pink and white chintz, yet 1t looked snut
and CHEEKY, Tor the fat blackbirG was chirp
! ing noisily in the window, and stand o
mignionette and velvet blossomed Pansie
gave delicate refinement to the details o
! every day life. .... .... -... .....
Mary Elton was pale, and not at al! pret
ty, though there was tremulous sweetnes
about her mouth that seemed to whlspe
that she might have been very different un
der different circumstances. Grace Ieile
was a lovely blonde, with large blue eyes
! IOSe-lehl Skin anu uaii NhVoS i"H''A'NNS o.
fell over her forehead like an aureole.
AS Mrs. Seymour entered a deeper shad
of pink stole over Grace's beautiful cheeS
but otherwise she was calm and self-posses
sed, and readily parried the old lady's In
terrogatories. ...
Every warm this morning" said the oil
lady tanning herself. "Do they have a
warm weather where you come from, Mis-
Teller2' ... -,
81 believe it is very sultry in Factoryyille.
said Grace, composedly taking anothe
needleful of white silk. s-7.r.....f -.
''Factoryville Is that your native place
Perhaps, then, you know Mir, Parker-Cyr
thia Parker's father--who superlntends tn
great calico mills in that place Z"
very well-I have often seen him."
"Are you acquainted with his daughter
Cynthial''
'"No-I believe Miss Parker spends mos
of her time in this city,"
"That is very true" said Mrs. seymou
sagely. r.d .-s.s l.,..,..e,ra5.
SCynthia often says there's no socieet
worth having in Factoryville-only the gir
that work in the factory; and Cynthia
very genteel. But excuse my curiosity Aiis
Teller-how did you become acquainte
with Mr. Parker, and not with his daugl
ter 2" t..i trl...... ....
Grace colored.
.Business brought me in contact frequen
ly with the gentleman of whom you speai
but never happened to meet Miss Parker
Mrs. Seymour gave a little start In h'
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