Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1884-06-19

worth having in Factory vile, only the
girls that work in the factory, and Gym
thia is very genteel. But. excuse my Gu
riosity, Miss Teller. how did you become
acquainted with Mr.. Parker and not his
daughterb"
Grace colored.
Business brought me in contact frer
quently with the gentleman of whom
you speak, but never happened to meet
Miss Parker"
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in her
chair She Was beginning to see through
the mystery.
Perhaps you have something to do
with the calico factory?"
81 have" said Grace, with calm digni-
ty.
"a factory girl!' gasped Mrs. Seymour.
growing red and white.
rs there any disgrace in the title ?"
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyeing crimson.
Disgrace? 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 think
ing in her inmoSt mind, what will Frank
say !? and anticipating the flag Of triumph
she was about to wave over him.
Il do not hesitate to confess went on
Grace, looking Mrs. Seymour full iu the
eye, that to the calico factory | owe my
daily bread"
VERY laudable, I'm sure" said the old
lady, growinga little uneasy under the
clear gaze, only there are steps and gra-
dations In all society, you know, and
! and am little surprised to find you so
intimate with Miss Elton, whose family
is"
Mary came over to Grace's side and
stopped TO Hiss her cheek.
MY dearest friend, my most precious
companion" she murmured; l should be
quite lost without her, Mrs. Seymour"
The old lady took her leave stiffiy. and
did not ask Grace TO return her Call, al
though she extended an invitation to
Mary, couched in the politest ands NEST
distinct terms.
Frank she calculated, never once
stopping to remove shawl or bonnet,
who do you suppose your paragon OF a
Miss Teller is?"
The Ioveliest of her sex" returned
Frank, briefly and comprehensively.
a factory girl" screamed the old lady
at the top of her lungs, "a factory girl
"Well. what Of that 7"
What Of that? Frank Seymour, you
never mean to say that you would have
anything to say to a common factory
girl?"
Il should pronounce her very un
common factory girl, mother" said the
young man with aggravating calmness.
Frank, dent jest with me-" pleaded
the poor little woman, 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, hfelesS
and despaiTing.
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 a
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, and the unna-
tural crimson on her cheeks, as Frank
seymour came in, and Mary Elton con
siderately slipped out to search for a
missing pattern.
Il should rather think so" said Frank,
looking admiringly down on the golden
head that was Shopping among the pan
sizes.
But your mother thinks me far be-
low you in social position"
Social position be ignored! What do
l care for social position so long as my
little Grace has consented to make sun
shine of my homel"
Yes, but, Frank
well, 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 Oracle Teller, demurely,
I'm afraid you will make dreadfully |
strong willed, obstinate sort of husb-
band"
Il shouldn't wonder, Grace"
And SO the purple twilight faded into
purple Softer than the shadow of the
Eastern ametbystS, and the stars came
out one by one still Frank and Grace
talked Oh, and still Mary Elton didn't
succeed in finding the missing pattern.
Mrs. Seymour was the first to arrive at
Mrs. RandalrS select Soiree Cn the first |;
Wednesday evening in July; the fact
Was, she wanted a chance to confide her
grief to Mrs. Randalrs sympathetic ear.
Crying? Yes, of course I've been
crying, Mrs. Randall; I've done nothing
but cry fOi week"
Mercy upon u.s." said Mrs. Randall,
eleYating her kid gloved hands; "wbat is
the matter? | hope Frank isn't in any
sort of truuble?"
My DEAR SAID the old lady, in mys-
teriOus whisper, Frank has been en-
rapped-inveigled into the most dread
full entanglements. Did you ever fancy
that lie, the most fastidious and particu-
lar of created beings, could be resoluteiy
determined on marrying factory girl 2"
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation
of horrified surprise, and at the same
moment party of guests was announc-
ed, among whom Was Miss Teller, look
ing rather more lovely than usual
We'll" thought Mrs. Seymour, as her
hostess hurried away to welcome the
newcomers, "well, wonders never cease!
Grace Teller at Mrs. Randalps soiree!
But suppose it's all on account Of Ma
nv EitOn's uncla the JudOe Herp