The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1884-06-18
I be quite lest without her, Mrs. sey-

Mary, couehed IN the politest and mos
distinct terms.
Frank" she calculated, never once
stopping to remove shawl or bonnet,
who do you suppose your paragon OF q
Miss Teller is r.
"The loveliest of her SEX returned
| Frank, briefly and comprehensiEely. !.
/ g A factory girlW screamed the old
lady at the top of her lungs, "a factory
girlp
'Well, what of that?'
ssWhat of that? Frank Seymour, you
never mean to say that you would have
anything to say to common factory
| girIY'
Il should pronounce her very un-
common factory girl, mother" said the
young man, with aggrayating calmness.
Frank, 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 respect equal to you"
'No, she is in no respect 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 to
see 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
splendid old maple in the picture
80 YOU are determined to marry me,
Frank, in spite of everything
Grace Teller had been crying; the
dew was yet on her eyelashes, aud the
unnatural crimson on her cheeks, as
Frank Seymour came in, and Mary Elton
considerably slipped out to search Tor
missing pattern.
81 should rather think so" said Frank,
looking adniringly down on the golden
head that was STOPPING among the pan
sizes.
"But your mother thinks me far be-
low you in social position"
social position be ignored! What do
| care for social position so long as my
little Grace has consented to make sun
shine of my homeW
"Yes, but, Frank
"Well, but, Graeep
"Do you really love meY"
For the answer he took both the fair
delicate hands in his, and looked stead
| lily into her eyes.
Frank" said Grace Teller demurely,
"Tm afraid you'll make a dreadtully
strong -willed, obstinate sort OF nus
band"
Il shouldn't wonder, Grace"
And SO the purple twilight faded into
purple softer than the shadow OF the
| Eastern amethysts, and the stars came
out 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, Randall's select soiree on the
first Wednesday evening in July; the
fact was she wanted chance to conhde
her grief to Mrs. Randall's sympathetic
ear.
"Crying? Yes, Of course I've been
CRYING, Mrs. Randall; I've done nothing
but cry for week"
Mercy upon us" said Mrs. Randall,
elevating her kid gloved hands; "whst
il the matter? | hope Frank isn't in any
sort of troubles?
'sMy DEAR" said the old lady, in
mysterious whisper, "Frank has been
entrapped- -enveigled into the mos'
dreadful entanglements. Did you eYel
fancy that he, the most fastidlous ano
particular of created beings, could bt
resolutely determined on marrying
factory girlY'
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation
of Mortified surprise, and at the sam'
moment a party of guests was an
nouneed, among whom was Miss lei
Ter. looking rather more lovely thai
usual.
"Well," thought Mrs. Seymour, a
: her hostess hurried away to welcome
the new corners, "well, wonders neyel
ceasel Grace Teller at Mrs. Randall
: soiree! But suppose it's all on accoun
of Mary Elton's uncle, the Judge
, Here comes Mr.. Parker and Cynthia
dear me. what curious mixture, IS ou
American society; how they VIII D'
+, shocked to see Mrs. TellerF
e Jnyoluntarily she advanced a step o
two to witness the meeting. Mr.. Far
:, ker looked quite as much astonished a
( she had expected, but somehow 1t wa
a not the kind of astonishment that wa
on the programme.
| "Miss Gracel You here? Why, whel
: did Won come from FactoryvilleT
aYou are acquainted with Miss Tel
= los y, asked Mrs. Randall with some SUI
! prise. -. A.
Q aOuite well in fact, I have had tn
q management of her property tor som
b wears. Miss Teller is the young lau
:, who owns the extensive calico fat
e tories from which our village takes II
/ aDear mer' exclaimed Mrs, Seymour
e turning pale, and sinking down upon
y diyan near her. "Why, they say tn
heiress Of the old gentleman who owne
It the Factoryville property is the riches
y girl in the country.
d aGrace." said Frank, gravely an
D almost sternly, "what does this mean
5. The blue eyes filled with tears as sh
d clung closer to his arm. .
lr Il can't help owning the calico ia
e tories, Frank. Don't you love me Ju'
as well as if didn't :.
En- uMy little deceiver! But why di
i you not tell me r
N aWhy should / tell you, Frank?
d was so nice to leave the heiress benin
and be plain Grace Teller for awhii
he and when / saw how opposed yoi
y mother was to our engagement, a spa
ne Of wilIfnlness rose up within me, al
/ resolved | would maintain my |
" coenito. come what might. Mrs. Sc
1g meur.n she added, turning archly aroul
Ia the discounted old lady, "didn'l
We tell YOU that owed my daily bread
IT the factory p
il And poor Mrs. Seymour for once
lis her life was at loss for an answer.