The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1878-08-22
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the FACTORY GIRL.

~ Was u uttic obuutO, QuieJ W tut
top OF tho house. Upon the easel
that occupied the post Of honor in
the midle Of the room, large piece
of canvas glowed with tho soft tints
Of q spring landscape, and Frank
Seymour stood before it, pallet in
hand, his large brown eyes dreamy
with a sort Of inspiration.
In o comfortable easy chair, by
the door, sat plump, rosy, little
female, in lace cap with plenty
Of narrow white satin ribbons flut.
tering from it, and silver gray pop
lin dress, Mrs. Seymour, in fact, our
~rtist's 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, "just see the way the sun.
set light touches the top most
branches Of the old apple tree.
like the brown, subdued gold of that
tint it somehow reminds mo OF
Grace Teller's hair
Mrs. Seymour moved 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 aud your pic
lures.
Frank laughed good humoredly.
"Well, mother, she is pretty
"Yes don't deny that she amt
pretty enough
"Now, mother, what's the mean
ing of that ambiguous tone 2 de-
manded the young artist, pleasantly.
"What have you discovered about
Miss Grace Teller that isn't charm
ing and womanly and lovely Z
"Frank do you know who she is 7
s'Yes, I know that she is re-
markable pretty girl, with voice
that sounds exactly like the low rip
PIE of the little riyulet where used
TO play when was boy
Nonsense, said Mrs. Seymour,
sharply.
"Well, then, il you are not satish-
ed with my description Of her as
she is, would you like to know what
she will be =
"Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
"Mother, l think ono day she will
be my wife,"
"Rrank | Frank are you crazy
"Not that / know Of said Mr..
Seymour, composedlN squeezing a
little deep blue eye on his pallet out
Of dainty tin tube, and mixing it
thoughtfully.
1--WE know so little about her.
thought Mrs. Seymour. "ro be
sure she ID visiting Mary Elton, and
Mary belongs to q very good family
II she does live in half house aud
takes in fine embroidery for living.
Bat then she has no style at all com.
pared with Cynthia Parker. and
Cynthia always fancied ourr Rank.
Then, moreover, she has Eve or six
thousand dollars OF her own. But
dear me- Q young man in love is the
most hsadstrong creature alive.
Mrs. Seymour mused awhile long
o., and then put on her mouse coils
ored silk bonnet and gray shawl,
and set out upon q tour Of investi-
gstion.' sa.ai -
), "lIl hnd out something about
\, Mas Teller, or III know the reason
a Why" thought the indefatgable
widow.
~ Miss Grace Teller was sat home"
helping Mary Elton in On elaborate
piece Of embroidery. The room
ri Hhere the two girls sat was very
9 plain, oarpeted with the cheapest
~ ngrain, and curtained with very Or
inary pink and white chintz, yet
looked snug and cherry for the
\ blackbird was chirping noisily in
hs window, and q stand Of migno-
ri lstte and velvet blossomsd pansies
EI nvs delightful tint to this pretty
eture Of everyday life.
lo' Mary Elton was pale, thin, and
Ito. ct ct ell pretty I; there was 0 tren-
~ lous sweetness about her moudi
A. ~ seemed TO whisper that ste
/ ID hight have been different under d.
esl rent circumstances Grace Telle
}. " alovely blonde, with large blu
'ns Dsa rose e-ieafed skin. and ha
hose luminous gold foil over ht
., Eshsad like An aureole.
~ Mrs. Seymour entered, dseI
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