Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1884-07-25
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The Factory Gil.l.

cupled thepos' of honor in the middle OF
the room was ii piece Of canvass glow
Ing with the soft tints of spring land
scape, and Frank Seymour stood before
1t palette in hand, with his large brown
eyes dreamy with sort of inspiration.
In IA comfortable easy chair by the
door sat plump, rosy little female, in
"A lace cap with plenty Of narrow white
satin ribbon fluttering from it. and a
silvery gray poplin drass Mrs. Sey-
monr, in fact, our artists mother, who
had just come up from the very base
ment 'to SEE how Frank was getting
along
Here, mother. said the Young man.
with AN enthusiastic sparkle in his
eye, JGst See the way that sunset light
touches the topmo>t branches of the
old apple trees. | like the brown sub
dued gold at that tint: it somehow re-
minds me Of Grace Te.ler's hair.
! Mrs. Seymour moved little uneas.
lly in her chair.
It's very pretty. but it strikes me,
Frank You are discovering a good many
simiIitudes between Miss Teller and
your pictures.
Frank laughed good humorcdly.
We'll, mother. she is pretty.
les, don't deny that she's pretty
enough
Now, mother, what's the meaning OF
that ambiguous tone" demanded the
young artist pleasantly What have
YOU discovered about Miss Teller that
isn't charming and womanly and Iowa,
ble:'
'Fr,nk. DO you know who she is ?
Yes. | know that she Is remarka-
bly, pretty girl. with avolce that sounds
exactly Ike the low soft rivulet where
used 20 play when | was bov.'
Nouseuse, said Mrs. Seymour sharp
ly.
Well. then. if you are not satisfied
with nv description Of her as she is,
would you like TO know what she will
be :
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
Mother. think one day she will
be my wife,,
Frank, Frank. are YOU crazy.
No. tha, know of, said Mr.. Sey-
mSSr composedly squeezing little
Il ue on his palette from dainty
n and mixing it thoughtiuiiy.
"e know - little about her.
thought Mrs. Seymour. To be sure
she is visiting Mary Elton. aud Mary
belongs to very gooi family, if she
does i've in half house and takes in
fine embroidery tor living. But then
she has no style as compared with
Cynthia Park r, AMI Cynthia always
did fancy our Frank. Then, moreover
she ha, five or SIX thousand dollars Of
her own But, dear me. Young man
in love is the most hcadstrong creature
alive"
Mrs. SEYMOUR unused while long
er, aud then put on her NOUS. colored
silk bonnet and gray shawl and st out
on tour of investigation
'Ill iiud out about Mis- Teller. or
will know the reason why, thought the
lndefatigabir widow.
Miss Grace Teller was Al home,
helping Mary Elton on an elaborate
piece Of vmbro,dcrv The room where
the two gg!ts sat MAS very plain, car
prted with the cheapest ingram, and
curialned with the ordinary pink and
white chintz, Vet it looked snug and
CHEEKY, for the lat black bird was chirp.
ing IN the window, and stand of mig
uonette ana velvet olossomed pansies
gave delicate refinement 10 every day
life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin and not
at all pretty, though there was trem-
ulOus sweetness about her mouth that
seemed to whisper that she might have
been very different under circnmstan-
ces. Grace Teller was lively blonde
with large blue eyes, rose leaf skin, and
hair whose luminous gold fell over her
forehead like an aureola.
As Mrs. Seymour entered deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beau
tiful cheeks, but otherwise she was
calm and self possessed and readily
parried the old lady's interrogatories.
Very warm this morning, said the
old lady. tanning herself. DO they
have warm weather where YOU come
from. Miss Teller.
4 believe it's very sultry in Factory
Vile, said Grace, composedly taking
another ncedleful OF white silk.
'Factorvville, is that your native
place: Perhaps then. you know Mr..
Parker Cynthia Parker's father-who
is perintendent Of the great calico
mills there
VERY well-I have seen him
Are you acquainted with Cynthia ::
No, | believe Miss Parker spends
most Of her time in this city
That svery true, said Mrs. Seymour
eagerly
Cynthia often says there's no soci-
ETY. worth having in Factoryville, only
/ the girls that work in the factnry, and
Cynthia is very genteel. But, excuse
my curiosity, Miss Teller, but how did
you become acquainted with MIR. Par,
ker and not his daughter?'
Grace colored.
Business broughtme in contact with
the gentlemen of whom you speak, but
| never happened to meet Miss Parker.
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in
her chair, she was beginning to see in
the mystery.
Perhaps you have something to dc
with the factory:
Il have, said Grace, with calm dig,
nifty.
"A factory girl ? said Mrs. Seymour
growing red and white.
is there any disgrace in the title !?
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyelng crimson.
! Disgrace Oh, no-certainly not