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

most other time in this city,"
"That's very true" said Mrs.
Seymour, eagerly.
"Cynthia often says there's no
society worth having in Factory
vile, only the girls that work in
the factory and Cynthia is very gen
teel. But excuse my curiosity,
Miss Teller, how did you become
acquainted with MIR. Parker and
NOT his daughtetR"
Grace colored.
cuisines brought me in contact
frequently with the gentleman Of
whom you speak, but l never hap.
pened to meet Miss Parker.n
Mrs. Seymour gave a little start
in her chair. She was beginning
to see through the mystery.
"Perhaps you have something to
do with the calico factoryH"
II have" said Grace, with calm
dignity.
"a factory girl9' gasped Mrs.
Seymour, growing red and white.
SIS there any disgrace in the ii.
tle2' quietly asked Grace, although
herown checks we're dyeing Grim
son.
"DisgraceH Oh, no certainly
not; there's no harm in earning
ones living in an honest way"
returned Mrs. Seymour, absently.
The fact was she was thinking in
her inmost mind, what will Frank
sayY and anticipating the flag Of
triumph she was about to wave
overhim.
Tdosnot hesitate to confess, I"
went on Grace, looking at Mrs.
Seymour full in the eye, "that to
the calico factory lowe my daily
bread.a
"very.laudable, I am sure" said
The old lady, growing a little unea.
sy under the blue, clear gaze, "only
there are steps and gradations in
all society, you know, aud-and
Pm alittle surprised to find you so
intimate with Miss Elton, whose
family is"
Mary came over TO Grace's side
and stopped to kiss her cheek.
"My dearest friend, my most
precious companion" she murmur.
ed, 81 should be quite lost without
her, Mrs Seymour"
The oldlady took her leave stiffly,
and did not ask Grace to return her
call, although she extended an in.
vitation to Mary, coucbed in the
politest and most distinct terms.
Frank" she calculated, never
once stopping to remove shawl or
bonnet "who do you suppose your
paragon Of a Miss Teller ISL"
"The lovliest Of her SEX" return.
ed Frank briefly and Oomprehon
sively.
"a factory girln screamed the
old lady at the top of her lungs, "a
factory grill"
"Weil, what Of that2"
"What Of that2 Frank Seymour
you never mean to say that you
would have anything to do with a
common factory girlH"
II should pronounce her a very
uncommon factory girl, mother, /"
said the young man, with aggrava-
ting calmness.
Drank, 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 fan
cy for girl who is in no respects
equal to you"
"No, she is in no respect my
equal" /" returned Frank, with red
dening cheek and sparkling eye
'butisin every respect my superior.
Grace Teller is ono Of the noblest
women that ever breathed this
terrestrial air, as well as the most
beautiful. Mother, Hove 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 q factory
girl"
Aud then a torrent Of tears came
10 her relief, while Frank went on
quietly touching up the scarlet
foliage Of a splendid old maple in
the picture.
X " * v
$50 you are determined TO marry
me, Frank, in spite Of eyerythingH"
Grace Teller. had been crying
the dew was yet on her eyelashes,
and the unnatural crimson on her
cheeks, as Frank Seymour came in,