The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1878-08-09

Trace Teller had been crying
the dew yet on her eye Iashes, and
the unnatural crimson on her cheeks,
as Frank Seymour came in, and Ma
rY Elton considerably slipped out
TO look for a missing pattern.
& shoHld think So said Frank,
looking admiringly down on the
gold head that was STOPPING among
the pansies.
But your mother thinks me far
below you in social position
Social position be ignored.
What do l care for social position
as long as my little Grace has con-
sented to make the sunshine of my
own home
yes, but Frank
SWELL, but Grace?'
DO you really love mel?
For answer he took both the fair,
delicate little hands in his, and look
cd steadily into her eyes.
Frank said Grace demurely, Il
am afraid you'll make a dreadfully
strOng-willed, obstinate sort of q
husband
4 shouldn't wonder, Oracle
And so the. gold twilight faded
into purple softer than the shad-
ow of eastern amethyst, and the
stars came out one by one, and still
Mary Elton did not succeed in find
ing the pattern
Mrs. Seymour was the first guest
to arrive at Mrs. Raudall's select
soiree on the first Wednesday in
July-the fact was she wanted g.
chance to conf1de her griefs to Mrs.
Randall's sympathetic ear.
Crying? Yes, of course I have
been crying, Mrs. Randall; I've
done nothing but cry for a week.
mercy on usp said Mrs. Randall,
elevating her kid gloved hands,
what is the matter. 1 hope Frank
isn't in any sort of troubfe.'
my DEAR, said the old lady in
mysterious whispers, Frank has
been inyeigled into the most dread
full ENHANCEMENT. Did You ever
fancy that he, the most fastidious
and particular of created beings,
could be resolutely determined on
marrying-a factory grip
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclama-
ton of Mortified surprise, and at the
same moment party of guests was
announced, among whom was Miss
Grace Teller, looking rather more
lovely than usual.
WELL thought Mrs. Seymour, as
her hostess hurried away to well
come the new corners, will won
ders never cease? Grace Teller at
Mrs. Randall's soiree? But I sup
pose it's all on account Of Mary Ell
toms uncle, the Judge. Here comes
Mr.. Parker and Cynthia-dear me,
what curious mixture our Ameri-
can society is; how they will be
shocked at meeting Grace Teller
InvOluntarily she advanced a step
or two to witness the meeting. Mr..
Parker looked quite as much as
tOnished as she expected, but some
how it was not the kind of astonish-
ment that was on the programme.
Miss Grace, you here? Why,
when did you come from Factory
Ville?'
You are acquainted with Miss
Teller p asked Mrs. Randall in some
surprise.
Quite well; in fact / have had
the management of her property for
some years. Miss Teller is the
young lady who owns the extensive
calico factories, from which our vii
lage takes its name
Dear me- eisculated Mrs. Sey-
mour, turning pale and sinking
down on a divan near her. why,
they say the heiress of the old gen.
tleman who owned the Factoryville
property, is the richest girl in the
country
Grace said Frank, gravely and
almost sternly, what does this
mean?'
The blue eyes filed with tears as
she chung closer to his arm.
4 can't help owning the calico fac
tories, Frank. Don't you love me
just as well as if didn't?'
My little deceiver: But why
didn't you tell me i?
sWhy should tell you, Frank ?
1t was so nice to leave the heiress
behind and be plain Grace Teller for
awhile. And when l saw how OPP
posed your mother was to our en-
spark of woman's will
fulness rose up within me, and re-
solved / would maintain my incog-
nitio, come what might. Mrs. Sey-
mour,' she added, turning archly
around and holding out her hand to
the discounted old lady. didn't /
tell you that l owed my daily bread
to the fsctory?'
And poor Mrs. Seymour. for once
in her life, was at a loss for an an
swer. n aFs- @