Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-04
THE FACTORYG GIRL.

| the room, large piece of canvas glowed
| with the soft tints of a spring landscape,
and Frank Seymour stood before il, pal
let IN hand, his large brown eyes dreamy
with a sort of inspiration.
| In comfortable easy chair, by the
door, sat plump, rosy, little female, in
lace cap with plenty of narrow white
satin ribbons huttering from it, and sill
yer-gray poplin dress-Mrs. Seymour, in
fact, our artists mother who had just
come upfrcm the very basement s'to see
how Frank was getting along
''Here, mother" said 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, subdued gold of
! that tint; it somehow reminds me of
Grace Teller's hair"
Mrs. Seymour moved little uneasily
in her char.
eyes, it's very pretty, bat 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"
Nov, mother, what's tue meaning of
that ambiguous tone?" demanded the
| young artist, pleasantly. What have
you discovered about Miss Grace Teller
that isn't charming and womanly and
lovcly?'
"Frank, do you know who she is2"
"Yes, l know that she is a remarkably
pretty girl with a voice that sounds ex-
actly like the low ripple of the little rivu-
let where l used to play when l was
boy
Nonsense" said Mrs. Seymour, sharp
swell, 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, think ole day she will be
my wife,"
"Frank! Frank are you crazy9"
s'Not that I know of said Mr.. Sew
mour, composedly. squeezing little
deep blue on his pallet out of dainty
tin tube, and liking it thoughtfully.
eve know SO little about her. thought
Mrs. Seymour. 'sTo be sure she is visit
ing Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to a
very good family, if she does live in half
a house and takes in fine embroidery Tor a
living. But then she has no style at all
compared to 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 crea-
ture alive"
| Mrs. Seymour unused awhile longer,
and then put on her mouse-colored silk
bonnet and gray shawl, and set out on a
tour of investigation.
i I'll find out something about Miss
Teller, Or I'll know the reason WHY
thought the indefatigable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was ''at nome,
helping Mary Elton in an elaborate peice
of fine embroidery. The room where the
two girls sat was very plain, carpeted
with the cheapest ingram, ana curtained
with very ordinary pink and white chintz,
yet it looked snug and cherry, for the
window, and a stand of mignonette and
vclvet-blossomed pansies gave adelight-
full tint to this pretty picture of every
day life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not at
all pretty; there was a tremulous sweet
ness about her mouth that seemed to
whisper that she might have been differ
ent under different circumstances Grace
Teller was lovely blonde, with large
blue eyes, rose-leaf skin, and hair whose
luminous gold fell over her forehead like
an aureole.
AS Mrs. Seymour entered, deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beautiful
cheek, but otherwise she was calm and
self-possessed, and readily parted the
old lady's interrcgatories.
Very warm this morning." said the
old lady, tanning herself. "Do they have
as warm weather where you come from,
Miss TelIer?"
II believe it is very sultry in Factory
vile" said Grace, composedly taking an
other needleful Of white silk.
| "Factoryville? Is your native place?
Perhaps then you know Mr.. Parker
Cynthia Parkers father, who is superin-
tendent in the great calico mills there?''
Very well, I have often seen him, y
"Are you acquainted with Cynthia?'
1 "No--1 believe Miss Parker spends
most of her time in this city,
! "That's very true" said Mrs. Seymour,
sagely; "Cynthia says there's no society
worth having in Factoryville- olny the
! girls that work IN the factory; Cynthia is
very genteel. But-cxcuse my curiosity,
Miss Teller-how did you become &C
quainted with Mr.. Parker and not with
| his daughtery'
"Graced colored,
Business brought me in coctact fire.
quently with the gentleman of whome
you speak. But | never happened to
meet his daughter"
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in her
chair-she was beginning to see through
the mystery.
perhaps you have something to do
with the calico factory2"
"a factory girl!'' gasped Mrs. Seymour,
growing red and white.
us there any disgrace in the title?"
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyed crimson.
"Disgrace! Oh, no-certainly not.
there's no harm in earning ones living in
any honorable way returned Mrs. Sey-
mour, absently. The fact was, she was
thinking in her inmost mind, ssWhat will
Frank say?" and anticipating the flag of