The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1878-09-06
THE FACTORY GIRL.

1t was a little studio, quite at the
top OF the house. Upon the ease
that occupied the post of honor in
the middle of the room, a large
piece of canvas glowed with the
soft tints of a spring landscape,
and Frank Seymour stood before
it, pallet in hand, his large, brown
eyes dreamy with Il sort of inspira
tion.
In comfortable, easy chair by
the door sat plump, rosy little fo
male, in lace cap, with a plenty
of narrow white ribbons tluttering
from it, and siirer-gray poplin
dreSs-Mrs, Seymour, in fact, our
artists mother, who has just come
III, from the basement "to see how
Frank was getting along"
Here, mother," sand the young
man, with an enthusiastic sparkle
in his eyes,, "just see the way
the sunset light touches the
topmost branches of the old
apple tree. | like the brown, sub
ducd gold Of that tint; it somehow
reminds me of Grace Tcllel's hair"
Mrs. Seymour moved little un-
easily in her chair.
"Yes, it's very; but it strikes
me, Frank, you are lately discover
ing a good many Similtudes between
Miss Teller and your pictures"
Frank laughed good bumoredly.
Well, mother, she is pretty"
"Yes, | don't deny that she's
pretty enough"
Now, mother, what's the mean.
ing of that ambiguos toner de.
manded the youngartist pleasantly.
a." What have you discovered about
Miss Grace Teller that isn't charm.
and womanly and lovely ~
I" Frank, do you know who she
is ?"
eyes, 1 know that she is a re-
markably pretty girl with voice
that sounds exactly like the low,
soft ripple OF the little rivulet where
| used to play when | was u boy"
"Nonsense," said Mrs. Seymour
sharply.
"Well, then, if you are not salts,
fed with my description of her as
she is, would you like to know what
she will e?"
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
" Mother, | think one day she
will be my wife" ...... ...... .
"Frank! Frank! are you crazy ?"
+" Not that | know or" said Mr..
Seymour, composedly, squeezing a
little deeep blue on his pallet cut
of "A dainty tin tube, and mixing it
thoughtfully. -r."...
4" We know so little about her,n
thought Mrs. Seymour. "To be
sure she is visiting Mary Elton,
and Mary belongs to a very good
family, if she does live in half IL
house and takes iu fine embroidery
for a living. But then she has no
style at all compared with Cynthia
Parker; Cynthia always did fancy
our Frank. Then, moreover, she
has five or six thousand dollars OF
her own. But dear me, a young
man in love is the most headstrong
creature alive.n
Mrs. Seymour mused awhile long
er, then put on her mouse.colored
silk bonnet and gray shawl, and set
upon "A tour of investigation.
Z" III fluid out something about
Miss Teller, or I'll know the reason
Why" thought the indefatigabe
widow. ~
Miss Grace Teller was Cat
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
ohintz, yet it looked snug and
CHEEKY, for the fat blackbird was
Mostly in the window, and
a stand of mignionette and velvet
pansies gave delightful
tint to this pretty picture OF every
day life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and
moi at an pretty; there was a