The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-09-09

MARY, cOucneu III Jne pOntesb anu moSC
distant terms.
Frank ~ she calculated, never once
stopping to remove her shawl or bonnet
and bursting into her sons studio like
an express-messenge of life and death
news, "who do you suppose your para
gon of a Miss Teller is p''
1.-THE loveliest of her SEX" returned
Frank, briefly and comprehensively
'' A factory girl ~ screamed the old
lady at the height of her lungs, "a fac
tory girl ~
Well, what of that ?''
What of that? Frank Seymour,
you never mean to say that you would
have anything to say to a common
factory girl Y''
&C 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 once you will give
up this fancy for a 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 well
one of the most beautiful. Mother, 1
love her, and she has promised to be my
wife,
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, lifeless
and despairing.
"Frank Frank 1 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 a
splendid old maple in the foreground of
his picture.
$50 you are determined to marry me,
Frank, in spite of everything ?"
Grace Teller had been crying = the
dew yet on her eye-lashes, and the un-
natural crimson on her cheeks, las Frank
Seymour came in, and Mary Elton con-
siderately slipped out "to look for
missing PATTERN
CT should think So" said Frank,
looking admiringly down on the gold
head that was sleeping among the pan
sizes.
But your mother thinks me far be-
low you in social position"
"Social position be-ignored. What
do 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 ?"
6 Do you really love me ?''
For answer, he took the fair delicate
little hands in his, and looked steadily
in her eyes.
Frank" said Grace demurely, 4" IN
sfraid you will make dreadfully
strong-willed, obstinate sort of hus-
band"
81 shouldn't wonder, Gracie."
And so the gold twilight faded into
purple, softer than the shadow of
Eastern amethyst, and the stars came
out, one by one, and still Mary Elton
didn't succeeded in finding the pat
tern.
y n Il
Mrs. Seymour was the first guest to
arrive at Mrs. Randall's select soiree on
the first Wednesday evening in July -
the fact was she wanted a chance to con-
fide her griefs to Mrs. Randall's sympa-
thetic ear"
Crying Yes, of course 1 have
been crying, Mrs. Randall, I've done
nothing but cry for a week."
&c Mercy on u.s." said Mrs. Ran
dali, elevating her kid-gloved hands,
"what is the matter ? L 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 particu-
lar of created beings, could be resolutely
determined on marrying - factory
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