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

will Frank say? and anticipating the
flag of triumph she was about to wave
over him.
4 do not hesitate to confess went
on Grace, looking Mrs. Seymour full
in the eye, that to the calico factory |
owe my daily bread.
'Nery iaudable, I'm sure, said the
old lady, growing little uneasy under
the blue clear gaze, only there are
steps and gradations in all societv,you
know and-and | am little surprised
to find you so intimate with Miss FL
ton, whose family is-'
Mary came to Grace's side and
stopped to kiss her cheek.
My dearest friend, my most preci
Gus companion she murmured, i
should be quite lost without her, Mrs.
Sey mour.
The old lady took her leave, stitf1y,
and did not ask Grace to return her
call, although extended an invitation
to Mary, couched in her politest and
most distinct terms.
Frank :. she calculated. never once
stopping to remove shawl or bonnet,
who do You ssppose your paragon OF
a Miss Teller is ::
The loveliest Of her sex, returned
Frank. briefly and comprehenslvely.
Il factory girl. screamed the lady
at the topof her lungs, "a factory girl '
We'll, what of ,hat?'
What of that: Fr.nk Seymour
YOU never mean 10 say that you would
have anything to say 10 common fac
tory girl: :
4 should pronounce her very un
common girl, mother, said the young
man with aggravating calmness.
Frank. don't jest me-, pleaded the
poor little mother, with tears in her
eyes. Tell, me st 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 reddenlng cheek
and sparkling eye. but is in every re-
spect my superior. Grace Teller Is
one of the noblest women that has ever
breathed this terrestrial air. as well "a
the most beautiful Mother, love her,
and she has promised to be my wife.
Mrs Seymour sat down, limp, life
less and despalring.
Frank, Frank, never thought t.
see nv son marry factory girl.
a., t,r Of m
her relief. while Frank went quietly
on touching the scarlet foliage of a
splendid old maple in the picture.
so YOU are determined to marry M.
Frank. in spite Of everything.
Grace Teller had been CRYING the
dew was vet on her eyelashes, and the
crimson on her cheeks, as
Frank Seymour came in, and Mary
Elton considerably slipped ont to
search for missing pattern.
i should rather think so, said Frank
look ing admiringly down on the gold
en- head that was stopping among the
pansl's.
Social position is ignored. What
do care for social position so long as
my little Grace has consented to make
of my home
Yes. but Frank
Well, but Grace, :,
DO Won really love me =
For answer he took both the fair,
delcate hands in his and looked stead
ilv into her eyes.
Frank said Grace Teller, demure-
ly, I'm afraid You'll make dreadful
ly strong willed, obstinate sort Of hus-
band.
i shouldn't wonder, Grace
And so the purple twilight faded in
to purple softer than the shadow of
eastern amathy SITS, 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 miss
ing pattern.
Mrs. Seymour was the first to arrive
at Miss Randall's select soiree on the
first Wednesday evening in July; the
fact was she wanted to contide her grief
10 Mrs. Randall's sympathetic ear.
Crying? Yes of course | have been
crying. Mrs. Randall; I've done moth
ing bnt cry for a week.
Mercy upon us, said Mrs. Randall,
elevaring her kid gloved hands, what
is the matter hope Frank isn't in
any sort of trouble ::
wv dear said the old lady in a
mysterious whisper, Frank has been
entrarped-invelgled into the most
dreadful entanglements. Did you
ever fancy that ne, the most iastidious
aud particular of created beings, could
be resolutelv determined on marrying
a factory girl ?
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation
of horritied surprise, and at the same
time IA party of guests were announced
among whom was Miss Teller, looking
rather more lovely than usual.
WELL thought Mrs. Seymour, as
her h stess fastened away to welcome
the new comers. well, wonders never
cease. Grace Teller at Mrs. Randalfs
soiree! But | suppose it's all Oh ac-
count of Mary Elton's uncle, the
Judge. Here comes Mr.. Parker and
Cynthia dear me, whata curious mix
ture is our American society; how
they will be shocked to see Miss Tell
err
Involuntarily she advanced step
or two to witness the meeting. Mr..
Parker looked quite as much astonish.
ed as she had expected, but somehow
it was not the kind Of astonishment
that was on the programme.
Miss Grace! You here? Why
when did you from Factoryville"
You are acquainted with Miss Tell
er?' asked Mrs. Randall, with some
surprise.
Quite we'll /; in fact have had the
management of her property for some