Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1881-03-30
The Factory Girl.

7, WAS a little studio, quite at the top o
,bs house. Upon the easel that occupied
,be nos. of honor in the middle OF th'
-,or,. : large piece of canvas glowed will
he s3ft tinis Of spring landscape, anC
rank Seymour stood before it, pallet il
hand bIs large brown eyes dreamy with ;
sort Of inspiration
In = comfortable easy chair by the doc
sat plump rosy, little female, in lac'
CON with plenty of narrow white ribbons
Anfteung from it, and a silvergray poplIr
dress-slrs. Seymour, in fact, our artist ::
mother. who has just come up from tht
basement TO see how Frank was getting
along
Here, mother said the young mar
with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eyes
inst see the way the sunset light touche;
the topmost branches of the old apple tree,
Like the brown, subdued gold of that tint
il somehow reminds me Of Grace Teller:
hair
Mrs. Seymour moved little uneasily in
her chair.
Yes, it's very pretty; but it strikes me,
Frank. you are lately discovering good
many simlitudes between Miss Teller and
your pictures.
Flank laughed good humoredly.
We'll. mother; she is pretty
.Yes, ! don't deny that she's pretty
enough
Nov, mother, what's the meaning OF
thst Ambiguous tone 2 demanded the young
artist. pleasantly. what have you dIscov-
cred sbout Miss Grace Teller tina: isn't
charming and womanly and loyelyg'
Frank, do YOU know who she is 2
YES, ! know that she is remarkably
pretty girl with a voice that sounds exactly
ike the low, soft ripple Of the little rivulei
where used to play when | was boy
Nonsense, said Mrs. Seymour, sharply.
We'll. then. if your are not satisfied with
ny description Of her as she is, would you
like TO know what she will bei'
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
Mother, think one day she Will be my
wife
Frank Frank are you crazy?'
.Not that | know Of said Mr.. Seymour,
cOmpOsedly, squeezing little Geep blue on
hls pallet out Of a dainty TIN tube, and
mixing il thOughlfully.
We know so little about her, thought
Mrs Seymour. 10 be sure she is visiting
Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to a very
good family, if she does live in half house
and takes in fine embroidery for a living.
Bul then she has no style at all compared
with Cynthia Parker Cynthia always
did fancy our Frank. Then, more over,
she has i've or six thousand dollars of her
own. But, dear me, young man in love
Is the most headslrong creature alive
Mrs. Seymour mused awhile longer, and
then put On her mouse colored silk bonne,
and gray shawl, and set out upon tour OF
investigation.
III mad Out something about Miss Teller,
or Ill know the reason why,' thought the
interchangeable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was at home, helping
Mary Elton In an elaborate piece of fine
embroidery. The room where the two
giris sal Was very PLAIN, carpeted with tine
CHEAPEST Ingram, and curtained with very
ordinary pax and white chiDtZ, yet II
looked snug and CHEEKY, for the fat black
DlId was chrping nolslly in the window,
ana stand of mignOneite and velyel
olossomed pansies gave delightful tint tc
uhls pretty picture Of everyday life.
Mary Ellon was pale, thin, and not al
al pretty; there was a tremulous sweetness
about her mouth that seemed to whisper
Aat She might have been different under
uinerent circumstances. Grace Teller was
aioVely blonde, With large blue eyes, rose.
ieal SKID, and hair whose luminous gold
lei over her forehead Ike an aureole.
As MIS- Seymour entered a deeper
shade OF pink stole over Grace's beautiful
ehetk, but otherwise she was calm ano
eI-possessed, and readily parried the old
ladies inIerrogatories.
very warm this morning. said the
oiu lady, tanning herself. DO they have
a. warm weather where you came from,
Miss Teller?'
l Oeiieve 1t is very sultry in Factory,
'iie' SAID Grace, composedly taking an,
o-her needlefull OF white silk.
factoryvillel Is that you- native
Placel Perhaps then you know Mr.. Par
Aef-Cyntma PGk,r's father-who i,
superintendent in the great calico mill
tler-P
wy well, have often seen HIM.
are you acquainted with Cynthial'
No-i believe Miss Parker spends mos
q Ler time in this city,
II nat very true,' said Mrs. Seymour
sey. 1ynthia says there's no society
WIN having in Factoryville-only tn
sn-s mat WeIk IN the factory; Cynthia 1
,uit genleel- But excuse my curiosity
nlsS lelier-how did you become acauain
daughier?' NV wiz" "-
Grace colored.
business brought me in contact fire
quehly with the gentleman of whom yo
d dpeaA' bul never happened to meet hi
s' seymour gave little start in he
,L1nshe snair-she was beginning to see throug
the mystery.
a. eIhaps you have something to do wit
tie calico iactoryl'
nifty VIII ca'ih u's
,roany 4 factory girl!' gasped Mrs. Seymour
growing red and white.
a,,r = there any disgrace in the title 2 oui
~. asNed Grace, although her own cheek
were dyed Crimson
~ psgfaeef Oh, no-certainly not there
hO,netl O nain In earning ones living in an
.aoie abean. way, returned Mrs. Seymour
Sently' q The fact was. she was thrnkIn
So et inmost mind, What will Fran
~ and anticipating the flag of trump
she was about to wave oyer hun.
Co. ~. hesitate to confess went o
"idCe, looking Mrs Sayr,.,, ,,t =: a.