The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1867-11-14
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THE FACTORY GIRL.

In sweet, rural spot, nestled ia
the hills Of Massachusetts,, stands q
pleasant village, with picturesque
miii;pond and factefy. Several sum
r.ers dgo this hamlet was the tcmpor'
ary residence oftwo young men, who
were apparently travelling artists, al
theic chief occupation scemed'to con
sist of sketehing the scenery Of th'
ueighborhood, which was celebrated
forts beauty. Their arrival had ere
ated some stir among the villagers
for without whit of fpretension, boil
young men had certain dignity o
manhood that made them looked NJ
to, aud many pretty factory girl, Al
she trippcd to her work, cast back
LOOK over her shouldcrif she me
either of the handsome strangers.
Though the society Of the yillag,
was unusually Intelligent, and tht
females were remarkable for lowell
ness, there was one famed beyond al
the rest, in both mind and person
sweet Edith Marthor. She was an or
phan, and lived with an aged aunt
whom she chiefly supported by he
labor in the factory. Edith was pop
ular with every one. She was so gen
tie, considerate and kind, that ever
those who at first envied, learned q
last to love her. The younger Of th
two artists, whom We shall name Lcy
ell, soon became interested in thi
sweet creature at least If look
tones, and constant seeking of he
presence were any proof he was thu
interested.
One day no and his friend ha
clanlberod up some rocks on the stee
hillside, from which the village W,
overlooked, and asthey sat there l
bell of the factory rang, and the gree
was Immediately covered with sir
employed in it, vending their. wa
thither after dinner. Among them
was easy to recognize the light an
graceful form of Edith Marther.
sd Is she not beautiful Whel
can you show mo a person SO sylpl
like ?" said Lowell, with undisguisC
enthusiasm.
His companion made no reply for
moment, and then abruptly rcmarkc'
81 think it is time we left this Vi
lage." n
Why?' asked Lowell, in lone
surprise, .,s.i, ~ ..ao1 20
" Becauseif We do not you will ha'
that girl IN love with you. Your a
miration is evident to all her friend
and you are too honorable to hold o.
hopes you never intend to fulfil
Yet you don't thing of marrying Il
girl, do you p
l. 10 be sure. III uodW NE uT
"The deuce you do T. said his COZ
panion, starting to his feet in unaifcc
ed astonishment.
lowell iudulged in hearty laug
and then asked
"Why notS'ol mIa1
HWhy for a thousand reasor
She's only factory girl, lady
neither birth nor education, but
simple country lass, very good in h
way, but no match for Fred love
Think Of presenting her to your fas
ionable friends iu town Mono
it will never do. Shake off this 10
MT pack your trunk andfetus be
to1morroTsaa gU Woag .l.t.H0
Lowell shook his head. y
+" ] am perhaps a moro roman
man than you are, Harry" he sa
shut | have some common sense
me, and think 1 have brought II
: bear upon this questlcn. We hi
{ now been here one month, in whi
time | have become pretty we'll
quainted with Edith. ] laft town
5 We both left it. heartily sick Of fr
5 olities and, on my part, with
g firm opinion that knew no woman
! our set there whom ] would be 81
ing to make 4 wife. Tho girls arc