The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-08-23
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THE FACTORY GIRL.

Of the house. Upon the easel that oc-
cupied 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 be-
fore 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
a face cap with a plenty ofnarrow white
satin ribbons luttering from it, and sill
,er-gray poplin dress-Mrs Seymour, in
fact, 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, 1 like the brown, subdued gold of
that tint; it somehow reminds me of
Grace TelIer's hair.
Mrs Seymour moved little uneasily
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"
"Yes, I don't deny that she's pretty
enough"
"Now, mother, what's the meaning Of
that ambiguous toner" demanded the
young artist, pleasantly, "What have
you discovered about Miss Grace Teller
that isn't charming, and womanly and
lovely.
Frank, do you know who she is?"
"Yes, know that she is remarkably
pretty girl; with a voice that sounds
exactly like the low, soft ripple of the
little rivulet where I used to play when
boy"
Nonsense r. said Mrs Seymour
"Well, then, if you are not satisfied
with my description of her as she is
would you like to know what she viii
be"
Mrs Seymour looked puzzled.
Mother, 1 think one day she will bt
my wifa."
Frank Frank! are you crazy?'
"Not that I know off, said Mr. Sey
mour, composedly, squeezing a LITTLE
deep blue on his pallet out of a dainty
tin tube, and mixing it thoughtfully.
eWe know so little about her" though
Mrs Seymour. "To be sure she is visit
ing Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to
very good family, if she does live in hal
la house and takes in embroidery for :
Lying. But then she has no style at al
compared with Cynthia Parker, ant
Cynthia always did fancy our Frank
Then, moreover, she has five or sil
thousand dollars of her own. But, dea
me, a young man in love is the mos
headstrong creature alive"
Mrs Seymour mused while longer
and then put on her mouse-colored sill
bonnet and gray shawl, andset out upol
a tour of investigation.
an find out something about Mis-
Teller, or I'll know the reason why,
thought the indefatigable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was Gat home" help
ling Mary Elton in an elaborate piece @
embroidery. The room where the tw
girls sat was very plain, carpeted witt
the cheapest ingram, and curtained wit
very ordinary pink and white chintz, ye
| it looked snug and CHEEKY, for the IA
blackbird was chirping noisily in tn
| window, ,..and stand of mignionette an
yelvetblossomed pansies grave delight
full tint to this pretty picture Of ever.
day life.
GMary Elton was pale, thin, and nc
at all pretty there was tremulou
Isweetnees about her mouth that scenes
70 whisper that abe might have beel
different under different circumstance.
Grace Teller was lovely blonde, wit
large blue eyes, roee-leaf skin, and hal
whose luminous gold fell over her fore
head like an aureole~ --a >-.---
As Mrs Seymour entered, a deepe
shade of pink stole over Grace's beauti
full cheek, but otherwise she was cain
and self'possessed, and readily parrie'
the old lady's interrogatories.
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l Every warm morning, this" said tn
old lady, tanning herself, @Do they hay