The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-05-14
TEE E4CT5RY GIRL.


1t was a little studio, quite al
the top Of the house. Upon the
easel that occupied The post OIL
honor in the middle Of the room
was a piece Of canvas glowing with
soft tints of spring landscape, and
Frank Seymour stood before it,
palette in hand, his large brown
eyes dreamy with a sort Of inspira'
ton.
In a comfortable easy chair by
the door sat a plump, rosy little
in a lace cap, with plenty
Of narrow white satin ribbon fut.
tering from it, and a silver gray
poplin dress-Mrs. Seymour, in
fact, our artists mother, who had
just come up from the very base,
ment "to see how Frank was get,
ting along"
"Here, mother" said the young
man, with an enthusiastic sparkle
in his eye, "just see the way that
sunset light touches the topmost
branches of the old apple trees. ]
like the brown subdued gold as
tint; it somehow reminds me Of
Grace Teller's bair."
Mrs. Seymour moved q little un.
easily in her chair,
"It is very pretty, but it strikes
mo, Frank, you are lately discover.
ing a good many similitudes be-
tween Miss Teller aud your piCt-
ures."
Frank laughed good humoredly.
"Well, mother, she is pretty"
"Yes, l don't deny that she's
pretty enough"
"Now mother, what's The mean.
ing Of that ambiguous tone2" de.
the young artist pleasant.
Iy. "What have you discovered
about Miss Teller that is not
charming and womanly and love.
able2"
frank, do you know who she
isR"
"Yos, I know that she is a re.
markably pretty girl, with a voice
that sounds exactly like the low
soft rivulet where l used to play
when l was a boy"
"NOnsouse," said Mrs, Seymour,
sharply
"Woll, then, If you are nobsatis.
fed with my description Of her as
she is, would you like to know
what it will be2"
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled,
"AIother, I think one day she
will be my wife,"
"Frankl Frank are you crazy2T
"Not that l know Of" said Mr.
Seymour, compOsedly, squeesing o
little deep blue on his palette from
a dainty tin tube and mixing il
thoughtfully,
ave know so little about her,
thought Mrs. Seymour. ITO be
sure, she is visiting Mary Elton,
and Mary belongs to a very good
family, ifshe does live in half a
house and takes in fine embroidery
for a living. But then she has nc
style as compared to Cynthia Par.
ker, and Cynthia always did fancy
our Frank. Then, moreover, she
has FIVE or six thousand dollars o.
her own. But, dear mel a young
man in love is the most headstrone
creature alivel"
Mrs. Seymour unused a while long
er, and then put on her mouse.color.
silk bonnet and gray shawl and set
out on a tour Of investigation.
an find out about Miss Teller
or I'll know the reason Why
thought the indefatigable widow
Miss Grace Teller was "at home,'
helping Mary Elton on an elabor
ate piece ofembroidery. The room
where the two girls sat was very
plain, carpeted with the cheapest
ingram, and curtained with YER,
ordinary pink and white chintz
yet it looked snug and CHEEKY, foI
the fat blaCkbird was Chirping il
tho window, and a stand Of mig
nonette and velvet blossomod pan
sizes gave o delicate refinement Il
the detail Of every day life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and
not at all pretty, though there wal
a tremulous sweetness about hel
mouth that seemed to whisper tha,
sho might have been very differ
ent under different circumstances
Grace Teller was a lively blonde
with large blue eyes, roso leaf skin
and hair whose luminous gold fell
over her forehead like an aureOla
AS Mrs, Seymour ontereda deep