The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-08-07
THE FACTORY GIRL.

1t 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, a 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 sort Of inspiration.
In a comfortable easy chair. by the
door, sat a plump, rosy, little female, in
lace cap with a plenty of narrow white
satin ribbons iuttering from it, and sill.
ver-gray poplin dress Mrs. Seymour, in
fact our artists mother who had lust
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 ewes.
! '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.
Yes, it's very pretty. bat it strikes me,
Frank, you are lately discovering good
many similitudes between Miss Teller
and your pictures"
Frank laughed good humoredly.
We'll, mother, she is pretty"
eyes, don't deny that she's pretty
enough"
Nov, mother, what's the 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 is?''
| t."Yes, know that she is remarkably
pretty girl with a voice that sounds ex-
actly like the low ripple of the little rivu-
let Where used to play when was
boy" as# @s.
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?'' ... ~- ...N -
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled. . ..
Mother, think o le day she will be
my wife, -..a..1s.' s@ s4.a
Crank! Frank! are you crazy?o
Mot that know off, said MIR. Sew
mour, composedly. squeezing a little
deep blue on his pallet out of dainty
tin tube, and liking it thoughtfully.
"We know so little about her, thought
Mrs. Seymour. ''To .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. TneD,
moreover she has five or six thousand
dollars Of her own. But dear me,a 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 q
tour of investigation. sss5-.. s..
'lll find out something about Miss
Teller, or I'll know the reason why
thought the indefatigahle widow. F..
Miss Grace Teller was lat 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, and curtained
with very ordinary pink and white chintz
yet it looked snug and cherry, for the
window, and stand Of mignonette and
vclvet-blossomed pansies gave adelight.
tul tint to this pretty picture of every.
day life. = -...
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not al
all pretty; there was tremulous sweet
ness about her north that seemed to
whisper that she might have been differ
ent under different circumstances. Grace
Teller was lovely blonde, with large
blue eyes, se-leaf skin, and hair whose
luminous gold fell over her forehead like
an aureole. '.-..t ' ..~a
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 Teller2" g.,
II believe it is very sultry in Factory
} ville,' said Grace, composedly taking an
other needleful of white SILK. .,-.'
"Factoryville9 Is your native place
Perhaps then ysu know Mr.. Parker
Cynthia Parker's father, who is superin
tendent in the great calico mills there?'
: sVery we'll. [ have often seen him,
@"Are you acquainted with Cynthia2'
"No--I 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'
i "Graced colored,
i Business brought me in coctact fire..
| quently with the gentleman of whome
4 you speak. But I never happened to
meet his daughter"
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in he1
cnair-she was beginning to see through
the mystery.
Perhaps you have something to do
with the calico factory2"
"a factory girlr' gasped Mrs Seymour,
growing red and white
lis there any disgrace in the title?n
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyed crimson.
disgrace Oh, no-certainly not