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

clear blue gaze, 'only-there are steps and
gradatiOns in all society. you know, and
i am little surprised 70 find YOU so int,-
mate with Miss Elton, whose family ls-'
Mary came oyer TO Grace's side, and
stopped 10 kiss hey. cheek.
My dearest frIehd-my most precious
companion, she murmured. Il should be
quite lost without her, Mrs. Seymour
The old lady took her leave stiffiy, and
did not ask Grace to return her call.
although she extended an invitation to
Mary, couched in the politest and most
distant terms.
'Fnank' 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 paragon of Miss Teller
is q
The loveliest of her sex, returned Frank.
briefly and comprehensively.
"A factory girl.' screamed the old lady
at the height of her lungs, "a factory
girl
We'll, what of that p
What of that? Frank Seymour, you
never mean to say that you would have
anything TO say TO q common factory girl y
Il should pronounce her a very uncom-
mon 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 girl that is in no way equal
TO you
'No-she is in no respect my equal,
returned Frank, wIthe 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
as one of the most beautiful Mother, l
love her, and she has promised to be my
wife
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, lifeless and
despairing.
Frank Frank l never thought to see
my son marry a common factory girl.
And then a torrent OF tears came to her
relief, while Frank went on quietly touch
ing up the scarlet foliage of a splendid old
maple in the foreground OF his picture.
so you are determined TO marry me,
Frank, in spite of everythingl'
Grace Teller had been crying-the dew
yet On her eyelashes, and the unnatural
crimson on her cheeks, as Frank Seymour
came in, and Mary Elton CONSIDERABLY
slipped out to look for a missing pat
term
i should think so. said Frank, looking
admiring down on the gold head that was
stopping among the pansies.
But your mother thinks me far below
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 sum
shine OF my own home
'ies, but Frank
We'll, but Grace?'
DO you really love mel
For an answer, he took both the fair,
delicate little hands in his, and looked
steadily into her eyes
Frank, said Grace demurely, I'm
afraid you will make a dreadfully strong
wllled, obstinate sort of husband
i shouldn't wonder, GracIe.'
And so the gold twilight faded into q
purple, softer than the shadow of Eastern
amethysts, and the stars came out, one by
one, and still Mary Elton didn't succeed in
finding that pattern.
Mrs Seymour was the first guest to ar
rive at Mrs. Randall's select soiree on the
nrst Wednesday evening in July-the fact
was, she wanted chance to confide her
griefs TO Mrs. Randall's sympathetic ear.
Cryingl Yes, of course 1 have been
crying, MIS-. Randall have done nothing
but cry for week.
Mercy on us!' said Mrs. Randall, eleva-
ting her kid-gloved hands, what is the
matterT hope Frank isn't in any sort of
trouble 2
Ny DEAR said the old lady in mysteri-
Gus whispers, Frank has been entrapped,
inveigled into the most dreadful entenele-
ment. Did you ever fancy that he, the
most fastidious ard particular of created
beings, could be resolutely determined on
marrying-a factory girl2'
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation of
q party of guests were announced, among
whom was Miss Grace Teller, looking rather
more lovely than usual.
'Well,' thought Mrs. Seymour, as her
hostess hurried away to welcome the new
comers, will wonders never ceasei Grace
Teller at Mrs. Randall's soiree! But /
suppose it's all on account of Mary Elton's
uncle, the Judge. Here comes MIR. Parker
and Cynthia-dear me, what curious
mixture our American society is, how
they will be shocked at meeting Grace
Teller.'
Involuntarily she advanced step or two
10 witness the meeting. Mr.. Parker looked
quite as much astonished as she had ex-
pected, but somehow it was not just the
kind of astonishment that was on the pro-
gramme.
Miss Gracel you heref Why, when did
you come from Factoryvillef
You are acquainted with Miss Teller !?
asked Mrs. Randall, with some surprise.
Quite well in fact have had the man.
agement of her property for some years.
Miss Teller is the young lady who owns
the extensive calico factories, from which
our village takes its name
Dear me- calculated Mrs. Seymour,
turning pale and sinking down on dIvan
near her. Why, they say the heiress OF
the old gentleman who owned the Factory
vile property is the richest girl In the
country
Grace said Frank, gravely, and almost
sterniy, what does this mean?'
The blue eyes filled with tears as she
clung closer to his arm.
Il can't help owning the calico factories,
Frank. Don't you love me just as well as
if didn'tl'
MY little deceiver. But why didn't you
tell mel'
why should / tell you, FrankI 1t was
so nice to leave the helress behind and be
plain Grace Teller for awhile. And when
i saw how opposed your mother was to
cur engagement, spark Of woman's Will.
fulness rose up within me, and l resolved
[ would maintain BY lncognito, come what
might. Mrs. Seymour she added. turn
ing archly round and holding out her hand