The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-06-26

do 1 care for social position, as long as
my little Grace has consented to make
the sunshine of my own home"
"Yes, but Frank"
"Well, but Grace?"
"Do you really love me2"
For answer, he took both the fair deli
cate little hands iu his, and looked
steadily in her eyes.
Crank, said Grace demurely, '1'n
afraid you will make dreadfully strong
willed, obstinate sort of husband.
"I shouldn't wonder, Oracle"
And so the gold twilight faded into 6
purple, softer than the shadow of East
ern amethysts, and the stars came out,
one by one, and still Mary Elton didn't
succeed in finding ths pattern.
Mrs. Seymour was the first guest tc
arrive at Mrs. RanGalI's select soiree OF
the first Wedneada's SeveIfing in July
the fact was she wanted chance to con.
fide her griefs to Mrs. Randall's sym.
pathetic ear.
"Cryingp Yes, of course have beer
crying, Mrs. Randall; I've done moth.
ing but cry for week."
"Mercy on u.s." said Mrs. Randall,
elevating her kid-gloved hands, "what
is the matter? hope Frank isn't in
any sort of trouble"
"My dear, said the old lady in mys-
terious whispers, " Frank has been en-.
trapped, inveigled into the most dread.
full ENHANCEMENT. Did you ever fancy
that he, the most fastidious and partic.
ular of created beings, could be reso-
lutely determined on marrying-a fac.
tory girl"
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation
OF Mortified surprise, and at the same
moment party of guests were an.
nounced, among whom was Miss Grace
Teller, looking rather more lovely than
usual.
"Well," thought Mrs. Seymour, as
her hostess hurried away to welcome
the new comers, "will wonders never
ceaseP Grace Teller at Mrs. Randall's
soireel But I suppose it's all on &C.
count of Mary Elton's uncle, the Judge.
Here comes Mr.. Parker and Cynthia
dear me, what curious mixture our
American society is; how they will be
shocked at meeting Grace Teller"
Involuntarily she advanced a step OF
two to witness the meeting. Mr.. Park,
ter looked quite as much astonished as
she had expected, but somehow it was
not just the kind of astonishment that
was on the programme.
"Miss Grace you here! Why,
when did You come from Factoryville !?
"You are acquainted with Miss Tel.
ler ?" asked Mrs. Randall, with some
surprise.
"Quite well in fact I have had the
management of her property for some
years. Miss Teller is the young lady
who owns the extensive calico factories,
from which our village takes its name.
"Dear mel" CALCULATED Mrs. Sey-
mour, turning pale and sinking down OIL
divan near her. "Why, they say the
heiress of the old gentleman who owned
the Factoryville property is the richest
girl in the country"
"Grace," said Frank, gravely and
almost sternly, "what does this mean p
The blue eyes filled with tears as she
clung closer to his arm.
"I can't help owning the calico fac
tories, Frank. Don't you love me just
as we'll as if I didn't2"
"My little deceiver. But why didn't
you tell me ?"
"Why should I tell you, Frank II
was SO nice to leave the heiress behind
and be plain Grace Teller for awhile.
And when I saw how opposed your
mother was to our engagement, spark
of woman's willfulness rose up within
me, and resolved I would maintain my
incognita, come what might. Mrs.
Seymour" she added, turning archly
round and holding out her hand to the
discounted old lady, "didn't I tell you
that I owed my daily bread to the fac.
tory?"
And poor Mrs. Seymour, for once in
her life, was at loss for an answer.