The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-08-23

cheeks were dyed crimson.
Disgrace o no-certainly not; there
is no harm in earning ones living in an
honorable way" returned Mrs Seymour,
absently. The fact was, she was think
ing in her inmost mind: aWhat will
Frank say" and anticipating the flag
of triumph she was about TO wave oyer
him.
Il do not hesitate to confess" went on
Grace, looking Mrs Seymour full in the
eyes, "that the calico factory l owe my
daily bread"
avery laudible, I'm sure" said the old
lady, growing little uneasy under the
clear blue gaze, "only-there are steps
and gradations in all society, you know,
and-I am little surprised to find you
so intimate with Miss Elton, whose fun
lily is"
Mary came over to Grace's side, and
stopped TO kiss her cheek.
any dearest friend-my most pre-
cious companion she murmured, "I
should be quite lost without her, Mrs
Seymour"
The old lady took her leave stiflly, and
did not ask Grace 70 return her call, al
though she extended an invitation to
Mary, couched in the politest and most
distant terms.
Frank she calculated, never once
stopping to remove her shawl or bonnet,
and bursting into her sons studio like
an express messenger of life and death
news, @who do you suppose your paragon
of a Miss Teller is?"
"The loveliest of her SEX" returned
Frank, briefly and comprehensively.
IA factory girl" screamed the old
lady at the height of her lungs; "A fac.
tory girl"
"Well, what of that ?"
"What of that? Frank Seymour, you
never mean to say that you would have
anything to say TO common factory
girl"
II should pronounce her very un
common factory girl" said the young
man with an agrgavatins calmness-
Frank, don't jest with me-" pleaded
the poor little mother with tears in hel
eyes. Tell me at once that you will give
up this fancy for girl that is in no way
your equal"
@No-she is in no respect my equal,
returned Frank, with reddening cheek
and sparkling eye, "but it is because she
is in every respect my superior. Grace
Teller is one of the noblest women that
ever breathed this terrestrial air, as well
as one of the beautiful. Mother, l love
her, and she has promised to be my
WIFE"
Mrs Seymour sat down, limp, lifelesS
/ and despairing-
Frank Frank! l never thought tc
see my son marry a common factory
girl
And then the torrent of tears came tf
her relief while Frank went on quietly
touching up the scarlet foliage of 8
splendid old maple in the foreground O
his picture.
"So you are determined 10 marry me
Frank, in spite of everything
Grace Teller had been crying-tht
dew yet on her eye-lashes, and the un
natural crimson on her checks, as Franz
Seymour came in, and Mary Elton con
siderately slipped out "to look for {
missing pattern"
II should think so," said Frank, looh;
ing admiringly down on the gold heat
that was STOPPING among the pansies.
"But your mother thinks me far below
you in social position"
Social position be-ignored. Wha
do L care for social position, as long a
my little Grace sunshine has consented
to make the sunshine of my own home.
"Yes, but Frank"
4 "Well, but Grace ?"
"Do you really love me?7
+ For answer he took both the fair del
icate little hands in his, and looke'
steadily into her eyes.
Frank" said Grace, demurely, an
afraid you will make adreadfully strong
f willed, obstinate sort of husband"
Il shouldn't wonder, Oracle"
And so the geld twilight faded int
purple softer than the shadow of easter
/. lamethysts, and the stars came out on
by one, and still Mary Elton did't sue
ceed in finding the pattern.
Mrs Seymour was the first guest t
, arrive at Mrs RandalT's select soiree o.
the first Wednesday in July-the fac
was, she wanted chance TO confide he
grief to Mrs Randsll's sympathetic eal
"Crying? Yes, of course I've been CRY
ing, Mrs Randall ; I've done nothing bu
cry for week."
Mercy on usI7 said Mrs Randall
! elevatipg her kid glcVed hands, "what
the matter. 1 hope Frank isn't in an
sort of troubIe?"
@My DEAR" said the old lady, in my
|. terious whispers, Frank has been en-
trapped, inveigled into the most dreadfr
,, ENHANCEMENT. Did you ever fancy thi
he, the most flstidious and particular {
created being, could be resolutely d.
termined on marrying-a factory girl
Mrs Randall uttered an exclamatio
of horrifed surprise, and at the sam
moment party Of guests were an
nounced. among whom was Miss Grae
Teller, looking rather more lovely tha
). usual.
! "Well," thought Mrs Seymour, as ht
hostess hurried away to welcome th
new corners, awill wonders never oeas'
Grace Teller at Mr. Randalfs sotree B'
suppose its all On account OF Man
Elton's uncle, the Judge. Here com
! Mr. Parker and Cynthia-dear me, VIII
! curious mixture our American socle
is; how they will be shocked at NEE
E ing Grace Teller"
E Inyoluntarily she advanced a step