Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1867-01-02

7fsilE bonnet aud grey shawl and set cut
upon tour Of investigation.
"I'll find cut something about Miss
Teller, or I'll know the reason why"
thought the indefaiigable widow.
Miss Grace Tel or was "a. home," help
ing Mary Elton in an elaborate piece of
! fac embroidery. The room where the
two girls sat was very plain, carpeted
with the cheapest ingrain and curtained
with very ordinary pink and wtite chintz,
yet 1t looked snug and CHEEKY, for the fat
blackbird was chirping noisiiy in the win
dow, and stand of mignionctte aud vel
vet blossomed pansies gave delicate re-
tiuement to the details Of every day life.
Mary Elton was pale, aud pot at all
pretty, though there was a tremulJus
sweetness about her mouth that seemed to
whisper that she might have been very
different under different circumstances
Grace Teller was lovely blonde, with
large blue eyes, roseleat skin and hair
whose luminous ungold :eil over her fore-
T.xad like>an aureole.
As Mrs. Seymour entered, a deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beautiful
cheek, but otherwise she was calm aud
self- possessed, aud readily paired the old
lady's interroga,ories.
Every warm morning, this" said the
old lady, tanning herself. "Do they have
as warm weather where you come from,
Miss Teller p
'I believe it is very sul,ry in Factor
vile" said Grace, composedly taking an
other necdlefull of white silk.
"Factorvile Is that your native
place? Perhaps, tLen, you know Mr.
Parker-Cynthia Parker's father-who
superiniends in the great calico mills
there ?"
Very wcll-I have often seen him."
care you acquainted with Cynthia p
"No-I believe Miss Parker spends
most Of her lime in this city"
That's very true" said Mrs. Seymour
sagey.
Cynthia often says there's no society
worth having in FactoryiIle-onlv the
girls that work in the Factory Gym
thia is very genteel but-excuse my
my curiosity, Miss Teller-how did you
become acquainted with MIR. Parker, and
not with the daughter ?''
Grace coiored.
business brought me in contact fre-
qnently with the gentleman o! whom you
peak, but never happened to meet Miss
Parker"
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in her
chair-she was beginning to see through
the mystery.
perhaps you have something to do
with he calica factory
Il have" said Grace, with calm dig |
nifty.
"A factory girl?' gasped Mrs. Sey |
mour, growing red and white.
as there any disgrace in the title p
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyed crimson.
"Disgracc Oh, certainly not
there's no harm in earning ones living in
m honest way returned Mrs. Seymour,
,bsently. The fact was, she was thinking
in her inmost mind "What will Franz
'ay ?' and anticipating the flag of tri
lmph she was about to wave over him.
Il DO not hesitate to confess" went cn
5race, looking Mrs. Seymour full in the
yes, 'that to the calico factory | owe my
laily bread"
every laudable, I'm sure said the old
ady, growing little uneasy under the
,lue, clear gaze, ''on iy-there are steps
nd gradations in all society, you know,
| am little surprised to find
ou so intimate with Miss Elton, whose
amily is"
Mary came over to Grace's side, and
tooped to kiss her cheek.
"My dearest friend-my most precious
she murmured, Il should be
Iuite lost without her, Mrs. Seymour"
The Old lady took her leave stifiy, and
i'd not ask Grace to return the call, al
boush she extended al invitation to
'Iory, couched in the poIitcat and most
distinct terms.
Frank p she calculated, never once
topping to remove her shawl or bonnet,
nd bursting into her sons studio like an
Express messenger of lile-and death news,
'who do you suppose your paragon OF