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

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all pretty; there was tremulous sweet
ness about her mouth that seemed to
whisper that she might have been diff
ferent under different circumstances.
Grace Teller was lovely blonde, with
large blue eyes, rose-leaf skin, and hair
whose luminous gold fell over her fore
head like an aureole.
AS Mrs. Seymour entered. deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beauti-
full cheek, but otherwise she was calm
and self-possessed, and readily parried
the old lady's interrogatories.
Very warm this morning." said the
old lady, tanning herself. "Do they
have as warm weather where you came
from, Miss Teller 2"
al believe it is very sultry in Facto-
ryville, said Grace, composedly taking
another needleful of white silk.
"Factoryville2 Is that your native
place? Perhaps then you know Mr..
Parker-Oynthia Parkers father, who is
superintendent in the great calico mills
there ?"
Very well, 1 have often seen him. I"
Are you acquainted with Cynthia 2"
No-I believe Miss Parker spends
most of her time in this CITY,"
"Thats very true," said Mrs. Sey-
mour, sagely; Cynthia says there's
no society worth having in Factoryville
only the girls that work in the factory;
Cynthia is very genteel. But-excuse
my curiosity, Miss Teller-how did you
become acquainted with Mr.. Parker and
not with his daughter ?"
Grace colored.
Business brought me in contact fire.
quently with the gentleman of whom
you speak. But 1 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 factoryP"
"I have" said Grace with clam dig
nifty.
"A factory girl |" gasped Mrs. sey-
mour, growing red and white.
els there any disgrace in the title ?"
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyed crimson.
"Disgracel Oh, no-certainly not;
there's no harm in earning ones living
in any honorable way" returned Mrs.
Seymour, absently. The fact was, she
was thinking in her inmost mind,
"What will Frank say" and anticipa-
ting the flag of triumph she was about
to wave over him.
81 do not hesitate to Confess" went
on Grace, looking Mrs. Seymour full in
the eyes, "that to the calico factory 1
owe my daily bread"
"Very laudable, I'm sure, said the
old lady, growing little uneasy under
the clear blue gaze, only-there are
steps and gradations in all society, you
know, and-I am little surprised to
find you so intimate with Miss Elton,
whose family is"
Mary came over to Grace's side, and
stopped to kiss her cheek.
"My dearest friend-my most precious
companion" she murmured, "I should
be quite lost without her, Mrs. sey-
mour."
The old lady took her leave stiffly,
and did not ask Grace to return her call,
although she extended an invitation to
Mary, couched in the politest and most
distant terms.
=" Frank |" she calculated, never once
stopping to remove shawl or bonnet,
and bursting into her sons studio like
an express-messenger of life and death
news. "who do you suppose your para
gon of Miss Teller is ?"
"The loveliest of her sex" returned
Frank, briefly and comprehensively.
CA factory grill" screamed the old
lady at the height of her lungs, ga
factory girl p
"Well, what of that?"
"What of that3 Frank Seymour,
you never mean to say that you would
have anything to say to common fac
tory grill"
"I should pronounce her very un-
common factory girl" said the young
man, with an aggravating calmness.
"Frank, don't jest with me" pleaded
the poor little mother with tears in her
eyes. "Tell me at ohce you will give
up this fancy for girl that is in no way
equal to you."
"No--she is in no respect my equal,
returned Frank, with reddening cheek
and sparkling eye, "but it is because
she is in every respect my superior.
Grace Teller is one of the noblest
women that ever breathed this terrestrial
air, as we'll one of the most beautiful.
Mother, love her, and she has prom
ised to be my wife.
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, lfeless
and despairing.
" Frank Frank never thought to
see my son marry a common factory girl.
And then torrent of tears came to
her relief, while Frank went on quietly
touching up the scarlet foliage of
splendid old maple in the foreground of
his picture.
$50 you are determined to marry me,
Frank, iu spite of everythingP"
Grace Teller had been crying-the
dew yet on her eye-lashes, and the un-
natural crimson on her cheeks. as Frank