The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-08-17
THE FACTORY GIRL.

THE FACTORY GIRL.
IT was little studio, quite at the top
of the house. Upon the easel that occu-
pied the post of honor in the middle of
the room, large piece of canvas
glowed with the soft tints of spring
landscape, and Frank Seymour stood
before it, pallet in hand, his large brown
eyes dreamy with sort of inspiration
In a comfortable easy chair, by the
door, sat a plump, rosy little female,
IN face cap with plenty of narrow
white satin ribbons huttering from it,
and silver-gray pOplin dress-Mrs. Sey-
mour, in fac, our artists mother, who
had Just come up from the very basement
''to see how Frank was getting along"
Here, mother" said the young
man, with an enthusiastic sparkle in
his eyes, lust see the way the sunset
light touches the topmOst branches of
the old apple tree, like the brown.
subdued gold of that tint; it somehow
reminds me of Grace Teller's hair"
Mrs. Seymour moved little I'M
easily in her chair.
Yes, it's very pretty; but it strikes
me, Frank, you are lately discovering
a good many similitudes between Miss
Teller and your pictures"
Frank laughed, good humoredly.
"Well, mother, she is pretty"
eyes, | don't deny that she's pretty
enough"
"Now, mother, what's the meaning
of that ambiguous tone?n demanded
the young artist, pleasantly. "What
have you discovered about Miss Grace
Teller that isn't charming, and woman
ly and lovely.
Prank, do you know who she is?''
Yes, know that she is remark
ably pretty girl; with voice that sounds
exactly like the low, soft ripple of the
little rivulet where | used to play when
boy.n
Nonsense!n said Mrs. Seymour,
sharply.
"Well, then, if you are not satisfied
with my description of her as she is,
would you like to know what she will
be?"
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled
Mother, l think one day she will be
my wife"
Frank! Frank! are you crazy?'
"Not that | know Of" said Mr.. Sey-
mour, composedly, squeezing little
deep blue on his pallet out of dainty
tin tube, and mixing it thoughtfully.
eve know so little about her, thought
Mrs. Seymour. "To be sure she is
visiting Mary Elton, and Mary belongs
to very good family, if she does live
in half house and takes in embroid-
cry for living. But then she has no
style at all compared with Cynthia
Parker, and Cynthia always did fancy
our Frank. Then, moreover, she has
five or six thousand dollars of her own
But, dear me, young man in love is
the most headstrong creature alive"
Mrs. Seymour unused while longer,
and then put on her mouse-colored silk
bonnet and gray shawl, and set out
upon tour of investigation.
IN find out something about Miss
Teller, OF I'll know the reason why"
thought the interchangeable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was g at home''
helping Mary Elton in an elaborate
piece of fine embroidery. The room
where the two girls sat was very plain,
carpeted with the cheapest ingram,
and curtained with very ordinary pink
and white chintz, yet it looked snug
and CHEEKY, for the fat blackbird was
chirping noisily in the window, and
stand of mignonette and velvet-blos-
somed pansieS gave delightful tint to
this pretty picture of everyday life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not
ut all pretty; there was q tremulous
sweetness about her mouth that seemed
to whisper that she might have been
different under different circumstances.
Grace Teller was lovely blonde, with
large blue eyes, rose-leaf skin, and hair
whose luminous gold fell over her fore
head like an aureole.
AS Mrs. Seymour entered deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beauti-
full cheek, but otherwise she was calm
and self-possessed, and readily parted
the old lady's interrogatories.
Every warm morning, this" said
the old lady, tanning herself. "Do
they have as warm weather where you
came from, Miss Teller?'
81 believe itisv very sultry in Factory
ville,n replied Grace. composedly tax
ing another needleful of white silk
"Factoryville? Is that your native
place? Perhaps then you know Mr..
Parker-Cynthia Parker's father, who
is superintendent in the great calico
mills there?"
Every well, have often seen him"
care you acquainted with CynthiaP'
"No.I believe Miss Parker spends
most of her time in this CITY,"
THAT is very true" said Mrs. Sey-
mour, sagely; Cynthia says there's no
society worth having in Factoryville;
Cynthia is very genteel. But-eXcuse
my curiosity, Miss Teller-how did you
become acquainted with Mr.. Parker
and not with his daughterP"
Grace colored.
Cuisines brought me in contact