South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1889-02-15
THE FACTORY GIRL.

twas little studio, quite at the
top Of tho house. Upon the easel
that occupied the pos, Of honor in the
middle OF The roop. large piece of
landscape glowed with the soft tints
Of spriug landscape. and Frank
Seymour stood before it, pallet in
hand, hi, large brown eves dreamy
with sort Of inspiration.
In q comfortable, easy clair BY the
door. sat plump, rosy little female.
in face cap, with plenty Of narrow
white sa in ribbons fluttering from il,
and silver gray poplin dress-Mrs.
Seym 'ur. in fac. our artist mother,
WHO bad come up from the very base.
men', 30 see how Frank was ge,.
ting along
Here, mother, Said the young man
with an enthusiastic sparkle In his
eyes. just see how the sunlight touch.
es the topmost branches of tue old
apple tree. like the brown, sub
dued GOLD Of that tint; il somehow
reminds me CT Grace Teller's hair
Mrs. Seymour moved q little un.
east y 10 her chair.
'Yes, IT'S very pretty; but il strikes
me, Frank, you are lately discover
ing n good many simii ades between
your pictures and Miss Teller
Frank laughed good humoredly.
well, mother, she is pretty
Yes, don't deny that che is pref
" enough
Now, mother, what's the Gaming
OF that ami Iguous tone ? demanded
the young artist, pleasantly. what
have you discovered about Miss Grace
Teller that isn't charming and wo-
manly and lovely 2
Frank, do you know who she is p
Yes, know tina, she Is a remark
ably pretty girl, whose voice sounds
exactly like the low, soft ripple Of the
little rivulet where l used TO play
when l was boy
Nonsense said Mrs. Seym onr,
sharply.
Well, then if you are not satis-
fed with my description OF what she
is, would you like to know what she
will be?'
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
Mother, / think one day she will
be my wife
Frank Frank are you crazy?'
Not that know of said Mir. Sey-
mour, composedly, squeezing a lit
tie deep blue on his pallet, out of
dainty tube, and mixing it thought.
fully.
we know so little about her.
thought Mrs. Seymour. To be sure,
she is visiting Mary Elton, aud Mary
belongs to a very good family if she
does live in half q house and take in
fine embroidery for living. But
then she has no style at all, compared
wi IA Cynthia Parker, and Cynthia
always did fancy our Frank. Then,
moreover, she has FIVE or six thousand
dollars Of her own. But, dear me- a
young man in 1--we is the most head.
strong creature alive
Mrs. Seymour unused q while lon.
ger, and then put on her mousse col
orcd bonnet and gray shawl, and
started out on a tour of Investigation
'Pll find out something about Miss
Teller, or I'll know the reason why
thought the indefatigable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was AT home
helping Mary Elton in an elaborate
piece OF embroidery. The room wbe:e
the two girls sat vas very plain, ca.-
peted with the cheapest ingram, and
with very ordinary wbite
and pink chintz, yet II looked snug
aud CHEEKY, Tor the fat blackbird was
chirpiag noisily in the window, and a
stand Of Ihignonctto and velvet bios
5omod pansies gave delightful tint TO
this picture OF everyday life.
Mary Elton was thin, pale, not ct
all pretty; there was a tremulous
sweetness about her mouth, which
seemed to whisper that she might
have been different under different
Grace Teller was a
lovely blond. with large blue eyes,
.ose-leaf skin and hair whose lumI-
nous gold fell over hOr forehead like
an aureole.
As Mrs. Seymour entered, a deeper
shade CT pick stole ever Grace's beau
.iiul cheek, but otherwise she Was
calm and sclfpossessed, and readily
Darried all the old lady's interroga.
.ories.
Very warm this morning, said the !.
ID lady. fsnning herself. DO they
rave as warm weather where you
,ome from, Miss Teller ?
i believe It is very sultry ia Fac
,oryvllle,' said Grace composedIy, |
.aklng another needleful OF white .
,ilk.
'FactOryvillc2 Is that your native 4
olscep Perhaps, then, you know Mr..
Parker--Cinthia Parker's father, Who .