The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1884-08-13
lady at the top Of her lungs, 20 factory

"What Of thatp Frank Seymour, you
don't mean to say that You would have
anything to say to common factory
grill"
81 should pronounce her very un'
common factory girl, mother" said the
young man, with aggravating caImness.
Crank, don't Jest with me" pleaded
the poor little mother, with tears in
her eyes. "Tell me at once that you
will give up this idle fancy for girl
who Is in no respects equal to you"
"No, she Is In no respects my equal,
returned Frank, with reddening cheek
and sparkling eye, "but is in every re.
spect my superior. Grace Teller is one
Of the noblest women that ever breathed
this terrestrial air, as well as the most
beautiful. Mother, ] love her, and she
has promised to be my wife"
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, lifeless
and despairing.
Frank, Frank, / never thought tc
zee my son marry 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 picture.
$50 you are determined to marry me,
Frank, in spite Of everything?'
Grace Teller had been crying;t the dew
was vet on her eyelashcs, and the I'M
natural crimson on her cheeks, "a Frank
| Seymour came in, and Mary Elton con-
sldcratcly slipped out to search for
missing pattern.
81 should rather think go" said
Frank looking admiringly down on the
golden head that was STOPPING among
the panses.
"Bnt your mother thinks me Ear be.
low you in social position.
Social position be ignored What
do ! care for social position 80 long ms
my little Grace has consented TO make
sunshine Of my home y
eyes, but Frank"
"WelI, but Grace !"
"Do you really love me"
For the answer he took both the fair
delicate hands in his and looked steadily
into her eyes.
Frank" said Grace Teller, dcmure.
", "I'm afraid you'll make dreadfully
strong -willed, obstinate sort Of hus
band.
81 shouldn't wonder, Grace"
Aud so the purple twilight faded into
purple softer than the shadow Of the
eastern nmcthysts and the stars came
ont one by one, and still Frank and
| Grace talked on, and still Mary Elton
didn't succeed in finding the missing
pattern.
Mrs. Seymour was the first to arrive
| at Mrs. ItnndaIl's select sOircc o. the
first Wednesday evening in July; the
fact was she wanted chance TO coniido
her grief to Mrs. Randa's sympathetic
ear.
"Crying? Yes, Of course ] have been
crying, Mrs. Randall I've done nothing
but cry for week. "
"Mcrcy upon III, said Mrs. Randall,
clcyating her kid.glovcd hands, "what il
the mattcr2 hope Frank isn't in any
sort Of trouble"
my dear" said the old lady in mys-
FERROUS whisper, Frank has been en-
trapped -inyciglcd into the most dread.
ful cntanglemcnts. Did you ever fancy
that ne, the most fastidions aud particu
lar Of created beings, could be resolnte-
~ determined on marrying factory
girl?'
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation
Of mortified surprise, and at the same
moment n party OF guests were an
nounced, among whom was Miss Teller,
looking rather more lovely than usual.
"WclI," thought Mrs Seymour, rs
her hostess hurried away to welcome the
newcomers, SWELL wonders never cease!
Grace Teller ut Mrs. Randalls soirce
But ! suppose it's all on account Of
Mary Eltons uncle, the Judge. Here
come Mr.. Parker and Cynthia; dear
me, what n curious mixture is our
American society; how they will be
shocked to see Miss Teller !"
Involuntary she advanced n step or
two to witness the meeting. Mr.. Parker
looked quite as much astonished M she
had expected, but somehow it was not
the kind of establishment that was on
the programme.
Miss Grace You here? Why,
when did you come from FactoryvilleY
"You are acquainted with Miss
Tcller?" asked Mrs. Randall, with some
surprise.
Quite well in fact. have had the
management of her property for some
years. Miss Teller is the Young lady
who owns the extensive calico fno-
tories from which our village takes It's
name"
Dear mol" exclaimed Mrs. Seymour,
turning pale, and sinking down upon n
divan near her. "Why, they say the
heiress Of the old gentleman who owned
the Factoryville property is the richest
girl in the country"
"Grace," said Frank, gravely and nj
most sternly, "what does this mean ?"
The blue eyes filed with tears as she
chung closer to his arm,
81 can't help owning the calico fac.
tories, Frank. Don't you love mo just
Oh well as II didn't7"
my little deceiverl But why did
you not tell me 2"
"Why should I tell you, Frankp II
was 80 nice to leave the heiress behind,
and DO plain Grace Teller for while,
and when I saw how opposed your
mother was to our engagement, q spark
OF woman's willfulness rose up within
me, and resolved to maintain my In.
cognito, come what might Mrs. Sey.
mour," she added turning archly round
and holding out her hand to the dis
comiited old lady, didn't l tell yo,
that l owed my daily bread to the
factory?"
And poor Mrs. Seymour for once in
her life was at u loss for IN answer.