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

in her eyes. Tell me at once you
will give up this fancy for girl that
is in no way equal to you.
'No-she ia In no way my equal,
returned Frank with reddening cheek
and sparkling eve, but it is because
she is in every respect my superior
Grace Teller is one of the noblest
women that ever breathed ths terres
tiaI air, as well as one of tho most
beautiful. Mother, I love her, and
she ha, promised to be my. wife
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, life
less and d.spairing.
Frank Frank I never thought
to see my son marry common lacio.
ry girl
And then a torrent oftears came to
her relist, while Frank went on quiet
ly touching upon the scarlet foliage of
eplenoid old maple in the fore
ground Of his pictute.
X X
so you ere determined to marry
me, Frank, in spite Of everything?
Grace Teller had been crying-~thc
dew yet on her eve lashes, and the
unnatural crimson on her checks, as
Frank Seymour came in, and Mary
Elton considerably slipped cut for a
missing pattern.
I should think so, said Frank,
looking down on tho golden head that
wss STOPPING among the pansies
Bat your mother THINKS me far be-
meath you in social position.
Social position Ignored What
10 | care for social position, az long AZ
my little Grace has consented to make
the sunshine Of my house.
'Yss, but Frank k--
Well but Grace"
Do you really love me .
FJF answer he took the fair deli
cate l!ttls hands in his, and looked
steadily in her eyes.
Frank, said Grace dsmurely, I'm
afraid You vii make dreadfnIly
strong willed, obstinate sort Of hus.
band.
I shouldn't wonIar, Grace.
And 8, the god twilight faded in
to a purple, softer than the shadow Of
Eastern amethyst, and the stars came
out, one by onc, ard still Mary Elton
didn't succeed In finding Tie pattern.
Mrs. Seymour was the Grst guest to
arrive at Mr-. Eani.lps select ,oiree
on the first Wednesday evening in
Julv-the fact was che wanted a
chance to confle her griefs to Mrs
Rand.ll's s sympathetic ear.
Crying? Yes, of course I have
oeen crying, Mrs Randall I've done
nothing but cry for week.
Mercy on US, said Mrs Randall!
elevsting her kid gIoved hands, what
i. the natter | hope Frank isn't il
any sort of trouble.
MY dear, said TIE old lady, il
mysterious whispers. 'Frsnk bag beer
sutrapp.', jnveissd into the h1os
dreadful ertanglemeut. Did you sv
sr fancy that he, the most fastilon
and jart.culay o; created beings
could be resoIut.ly determined OF
marrying II factory girl.
Mrs. Randall uttered an exo'ama
ton Of mortified surprise, and at th
same moment \ party Of gus'ts wsr
announcs', among whom vas Mis-
Grac. Taller, looking rather NOR
lovely than usual.
Well thought Mrs. S5ynoyr, a
her hostess hurried away to welcom
r the now comers, will wonders neve
r cease? Grace Teller at Mrs. Randall
8 soiree ? But I suppose its all on ac
{ count of Mary EIton's uncle, the judge
Here comes Mr.. Parker and Cynthi
. dear me, what a curious mixtur
| our American society ls how the.
will be shocked at meeting Grac
| Teller.
Involuntary she advanced p sic
or two to witness the meeting. MI
Parker looked quite as much aston
, ished as she had expected, bnt some
| how 1t WIS not illst the kind OF astoG
l iyhment that was on the programme
Miss Gree, you here Why whel
: did YOU come from FartoryvilIe?
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