Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1879-03-13

at all pretty; there was tremulou'
sweetness about her mouth that seem
ed to whisper that she might havs
been different under different clrcum.
stances. Grace Teller was a lovely
blonde, with larg. blue eyes, rose
leafed skin, and hair whose luminous
gold fell over her forehead like an
aureole.
As Mrs Seymour entered, a deep
eft shade of pink, stole over Grace &
beautiful cheek, but otherwise she was
calm and self possessed, and readily
rarrled the old lady's interrogatories.
'Vsry warm this morning, taid the
old lady tanning herself DO they
have o. warm weather where you
came from, Miss Teller?'
I believe it is very sdltry in Fac
toryvile, said Grace, ,composedly tax
ing another needlefnl Of white silk.
'Factoryville? Is that your native
place Perhaps then you krow Mr..
Parker, Cynthia Parker's father, who
IS superintendent in the great Gallo )
mills there7
Very well, I have often seen HIM
Are you acquainted with Cynthia'
No believe Miss Parker spends
most Of her time in this city,
That's very trne, said Mrs Soy-
mour, sagely Cynthia says there
no society worth having in Factory
ville-on.y the girls that work in the
factory; Cynthia is very genteel.-
But-excuse nv curiosity Miss Teller
how did YOU become acquainted
with Mr. Parker and not with his
dsnghter?'
Grace coiot-l.
'Bu.ine,s brought me in contact f!e-
quently with the gentleman Of whem
you speak. But never happened. to
meet his daughter.
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in
her chair-rhe wa. beginning to see
through tho mystery.
Perhaps you have something to dc
with the calico factory?
I have, said Grace with calm dig
nifty.
"A fsotsry girl " gaspod Mrs. "ey
mour, growing red and white.
rs there any disgrace IN th. titls?
quietly asked Grace, e.tlouSh he'
own cheeks were dyed crimson.
Disgrace. Oh, no-cert0inlv not
there's no harm in earning ones llv
ing in any honorable way, returned
Mrs. Seymour, ah.ently. Tha fac
was, she was thinking in her inmos
mind, What will Frank say p and an
tioipating the triumph .ba was absu
to wave over him.
I do not hesitate to confess" wen
on Grace, looking Mrs Seymour fal
in the face, that to the calico factor,
| owe my daily Tread.
Very laudable, I'm sure, SAID tn
Old lady, growing little uneasy un
der th. clear blue gaze, 'only-ther
are step. snd eradation. in all seclety
vor know, erf-4I .m little surpris
ed to find you so intimate with Mis-
Eltcn, who's. family is
Mary came over to Graces side an
stoopet to kiss her cheek.
My dearest frIcnd-my most plec
ious companion, she mHrmnred,
should be quite lost without her, Mr.
Seymour
The CID lady tool: her leave stitias
ard did not ask Grace to return he
call, although she extended an inv
tation to Mary, couched in the pollt
est and most distant terms.
: Frank 7 she circulated, neve
once stopping to remove shawl c
bonnet and bursting into her son
studio like an express messenger (
} life and death news, who do you SUP
' pose your paragone of Miss Teller is
Tho loveliest Of her sex. returno
; Frank, briefly and comprehen.:vel)
} A factory girl screamed the ol
| lady at the height Of her lungs, "a fac
tory girl !!
Well, what Of that
What Of that? Frank Seymour
yoI never mean to say that you wonl
have anything to say to a commo
factory gi.Il
, I should pronounce her very ur