North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1867-01-30
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THE FACTORY GIRL,

/
a large piece of canvass glowed with the
soft tuts Of Spring landscape, and Frank
Seymour stood before it, palette in hand,
his large brow eyes dreamy with sort of
inspiration.
In comfortably. easy chair by the door,
sat plump, rosy, little female, in lace
cap with plenty Of narrow white satin rib
bon tlutteriug from it, and silver gray pop
lin drcos-Mrs. Seymour in fact, our ar
fists mother, who had just come from the
very basement "to see how Frank was
getting along"
''ucre mother" said the young man,
with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eye,
( just see the way the sunset light touches
/ tie rop NOS branches of the Old apple tree
| like tie brown suUdued gold of that tint
it sOmehoE reminds me- OF Grace Teller's
hair"
Mrs Stevens moved little uneasily in
/ her chair.
Yes, it's very pretty; but it strikes me,
Frank, you are Ialety discovering a good
many Simlllitudes between Miss Teller and
! your pIctures."
Frank laughed good humoredly.
! "it ell, mother, she Is pretty"
YES, duu't deny that she's pretty
enough , ""
Now, mother, what's the meaning OF
that ambiguous loue:' demanded tue young.
artist. pleasantly. NV bat have you dis
covered dhout bliss Grace Teller that isn't
charming ami womanly aid lovely.
IF .4uK, 10 you know who she S."
"Ies know that she is a rema kably
pretty girl, with voice that sounds exactly
IKE the low tott ripple of the rIvuIet where
USED to play when | was boy
"NonseLsc,' saId Mrs. Seymour, sharp
/ iy.
" Well, then, if yoI are not satisfied
! with my descr puon 1T her as she is, would
vou like 10 KNOW what size viii be z"
Mrs. Seymour looked pnzzled
Mother, tulnk she vi. one1day become
my wife" e
{" Frahk Frank! are you crazy?"-
| .sNot that | know of, said Alr, Seymour,
composedlY. Squeezing q little deep blu
On ms palette ont of Il dainty TIN tute, and
mix.agll thougLt.ul.y. . .s l-
/ We auow 81 lltIc about her, thou, ID
/ Mrs. Stymour. 10 De eu.e sac is visiting
! Mary L.on, and -Ldry beio.g5 10 a yel,
oo,4 family. II she DOCS 1--we IL naif a hou.v
aud take in iuc emDrO.ucry tora ilYnS. -
| But then she has no style at all, compared
with Cynthia Farker, aud Cynthia always
dId fancy our Frank. I1un, moreover
She has hive on six thousand dollars OF her
own. :" But dear me, young man in
|
Mrs. Seymour mIsed "A while longer, and
then put on her mouse-col0red silk bonnet
and gray shawl, and set out upoh a tour Oh
! investigation.
iii lind out something abolt Miss Tell
| er, or III know The Ieason why, thought
the iudefatigable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was at home, helplns
Mary Elton III an elaborate piece oi ti"e
embroidery. HE room where The two
! Girls sat WAS very PLAIN, carpeted with The
cheapest in grain, aud cultaIned with very
ordinary pink aud white chi"N, yet 1t look
ed snug aud CHEEKY, for the lat backOIrd
was chlrpng dOsiy III the window, and IA
stand OF mgnionette aud velvet Gloseomed
pansies gave a delightful tlut TO this preLty
picture OF every gay life.
Mary Elton WAS pae, thin and hot at all
pretty there was tremdlouS sweetness
! about her mouth that seemed ~ whisper
! that she might have been different under
| different circumstances, Grace Teller was
lovely blonde Sith large oiue eyes, rose
leaf SKIN. and halr whose luminous gold
! fell over her forehead like an aureoia.
| As Mrs Seymour entered, deeper
shade of piuk sloie over Grace'S beautiful
cheek, out otherwise she was calm anu
| sell !. ..sese>., I'D rea.i.y plrrled The Old
ladys ntetrUgatories, %
s:Vely warm tnls morning., said The old
lady, tanning herself, DO they have ao
warm weather where YOU came from, Miss
| Teler?" .... ..s..
81 believe it is very sultry in Factory
Vile said Grace, colnposedly taking an
other needletuil OF white silk.
"Factoryylie? Is that your native
place? Perhaps YOU know Mr. 'arker-
| Cynthia iarker falher--who is supe'in-
tendeut in the great calico mills there!
Very well, / have often seen him -.
Are YOU acquainted with Cynthial
N i believe Miss Parker spends
( most OF her time in this city. s-.....r
That's very true,' said Mrs, Seymour,
sagely; Cynthia says there's no society
worth having in Faqlqryvllle only the
girls that work in the factory; Cynthia Is
very genteel. But, excuse my cur'oslly,
MIss-Teller how did you become acqualn
Ted with Mr.. Parker and not with his
daughler?' t.... ..- ... ...
Grace colored. .a.
"BusineSs brought me iii contact fire.
quently with the gentleman of whom you
speak, but / never happened to meet his
daughter?" a. ..s....ss ....
! Mrs Seymour gave little start in her
chair she Was beginning to see through
the mystery. = .-- = E5.E
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