Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-10-09
NO. 24o.
Calls and yketfhts.
A LOVE MATCH IN A CARPET.
CONCLUDED FROM YHsrERpAY,l

cast in truly feminine mould, easily
reached conclusions without premises, and
she had already named and domiciled and
endowed this woodland hero. There was
a certain manorial place near ", the
residence OF an eccentric and recluse bach
elor-,just the man to have one interesting
nephew for an occasional visitor and .
sole heir. Florence, on horseback, had
dashed by this residence almost daily since
her last adventure, expecting to see her
student thoughtfully pacing It's Silert
terrace OF emerging upon her bridleApathu
from its stately gades.
How were her preconceptions put TO
flight by bis downright answer! .'My
name is Horace King. am workman
in the N factory"
Florence Grey's quickly moved and in
genuous face, expressed, after one sweep
ing cloud of regret, that unmistakable bar
of circuWstantia ial pride, pronouncing how
far Horace King was removed from her,
how impossible was the gulf between q
workman in the carpet factory of n
and high bred girl trained in q circle Of
fashion and fortune, and anticipating in
the approaching season brilliant debut in
New York
AS an immediate afte-.thought-for
something in the mingled pride and pain
with which the youth had said these words
reached her-something in his tone
touched the better, freer nature of Flor.
ence Grey. With quick impulse, swayed
by kindly retrospection and kindly good
wishes, she took from her girllsh finger .
turquo ring. Gel
at was set with forget-me.not," she
said, giving it to him. keep it. please,
as a token ofmy thanks. Keep it until we
meet again"
She glanced away from him as she con.
cluded u sentence which, for some reason
or other, thrilled and inspired him-she
glanced, at her last words, afar off toward
the sinking sun. He interpreted her look.
Their meeting again was something Le-
yond the horizon Of tangible events.
He kissed her hand and accepted her
gift. s.
BY curious legal complication. arising
from curious but lawful twill, Florence
Grey, upon the death Of her mother, which
occurred early in that very autumn for
which the opening of her ''brilliant season.
had been planned. was left penniless or
phan. She was flung in a moment from
the caressing atmosphere of affuence and
dolatry into the harsh air of need, aud the
calculating friendships of distant relatives
She did not realize at first all the sorrows
of this change; but as time passed the cry
OF her heart became more desolate and
more bitter She wasted herself in long,
ing for that never-to-b be-recalled bondage
OF maternal love, that irksome fondness
which had so tenderly hemmed her IN
from all rough usage of ''this work-a-day
world" ....,..
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The sweet, rich, ripping voice. trained
asthetically for parlor use-Florencel
Grey's singing, part of herself, which.
like herself, had been tenderly nurtured
and flattered aud held sacred to home life
was metamorphosed into thing Of
market value.
She had yielded to circumstance, and
two years after her mothers death jour
neyed toward Italy, to cultivate there for
public use her musical gilt
The friends who took her under their
protection for the journey stopped several
weeks in England.
In London, at the Royal Gallery, where
Florence was spending a morning with
her friend Theresa, she was presented
casually to Mr.. B.. rich bachelor. OF
New York, famous for his affiuence, and
famous, almost against his modest will,
for his benevolent munifcence.
Florence, at Theresa's side, could not
avoid hearing conversation that inter-
ested her but slightly in comparison with
the pictures. Her Indifference was dis
PEELED by single word. Her undivided
attention became fixed upon the conver.
sation, and the paintings vanished into
the obscurity of dead walls.
81 am just now too deeply interested"
Mr.. B. said, ''in young countryman
of yours and mine, Miss Theresa. who has
fallen, as believe, innocently into the
tolls of an unprincipled enemy. The
young man is employed as designer in
the immense carpet factories of A., and
he has met with such success that fame
and fortune seemed secured. One design
of his. called the forget-me-not pattern.
met with such remarkable favor that 1t
was purchased by French artists, and found
its way in Aubusson, into the boudoir OF
the Empress. For this very pattern, which
had proved the corner stone Of his COED
fortune, the poor fellow is now in trouble.
and has been arranged on charge Of pla-
giarism, or to speak more accurately, OF
downright theft. His adversary has pro.
duced successive designs, from the crude
thought to the arteistic finish. and the al.
fair is going hard with my poor sountry.
man. Horace King. Tomorrow I am
to have hearing in his case, to present
testimonials which have been sent to me
from America from various friends and
from the factories of N, certifying his
wel-known talent and his excellent char
acter.
At the word "lorget-me-not" the atten-
ton Of Florence was arrested At the
name of Horace King. her whole soul be-
came interested. Associated in memory
with her summer at Linden grove, with
her last summer of sun-lit youth and OF
young lfe's ineffable sweet promise. had
been the "student" of her Imagination;
and the workman in the factory of N"
had. as time gave new insight into the
the worlds ways, become glori6ed. She
had seen no one who seemed to her so
manly, so thoughtful, and so Trustworthy
as her guide OF the woods.
The New York girl rather aston
ished her august countryman BY her Inn
pulsive start and her earnest plea.
MIR. B., viii You not take me with
you to the trial tomorrow i believe