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

most OF her lime IN this city,
That's very true, said Mrs. Sey.
mour. sagely; Cynthia Gays there's
NJ society worth having in Factory
Vile only the girls that work in the
factory; Cynihi. is very gen,eel.
But excuse my curiosity, Miss Tel
ler--how did you become acquainted
with Mr.. Parker and not with his
daughter 2
Grace colored.
Business brought me in contact
frequently with the gentleman If
whom you speak. But l never hap.
pened to meet his daughter
Mrs. Seymour gave little start in
her chslr-she was beginning to see
through the mystery.
Perhaps you have something TO do
with The calico factory p
Il have said Grace, with calm
dignity.
"A factory girlp gasped HRS Sey.
mour, turning red and white.
rs there any disgrace in the title2'
quietly asked Grace, though her Cwn
cheeks were died with crimson.
Disgrace Oh, no-certainly not :
there's no harm in earning one's liv.
ing in an honorable way returned
Mrs. Seymour, sbsently. The fact
was, she vas thinking in her Utmost
mind, What will Frank cay p and
she was anticipating tho flag Of tri-
umph she was about to wave over
him.
i 10 not hesitate 10 confess vent
on Grace, looking Mrs. Seymour full
in the eyes. that to the calico factory
| owe my daily Bread
Very laudabc, I'm sure said the
cd lady, growing n little uncasy un-
der the clear blue gaze,-only there
Ire steps and gradations in all society
you know, and I'm little surprised
TO find you so intimate with Miss FL.
ton. whose family IS
Mary came over to Giace's side and
stopped TO kiss her cheek.
My dearest friend, nv most pre-.
cious companion she marmured. Il
should be quite lost without her,
Mrs. Seymour
The old lady took her leave stiffly,
and she did not ask Grace to return
her visit, though che extended an III
vitation to Mary couched in the pc.
iitest and most distant terms.
Frank + she calculated, never once
stopping to remove her tonntt and
shawl, and bursting into her sons
studio like an express messenger of
life and death news, who do you cup.
pose your paragon Of Miss Tel
Ter is 2
The loveliest Of her eek returned
Frank, briefly aud comprehensively.
"a factory girlp screamed the old
lady at the height of her lungs. "A
factory girl!
Well what of that?'
what of that ? Frank Seymour
you don't mean TO say that you would
have anything to say TO a common
factory girl P
i should pronounce her q very uu-
common factory giil,' said the young
man with very aggravating calmness.
Frank, don't jest with me- plead,
ed the poor little mother with tears
in her eyes. Tell me at once that
you will give MP this fancy for a girl
that is 10 no way equal to you
'No--she Is in no respect my equal
returned Frank, with reddening cheeks
and sparkling eyes, but it is because
size is In every respect my superior.
Grace Teller is one of the noblest wo-
men who ever breatbed this terres-
triIl air, as well as one of the most
beautiful. Mother, love her and
she has promised to he my wife
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, life.
less and despairing.
Frank Frank never thought
TO see my son marry a common fac
tory girl
And then torrent of tears came
TO her relief, while Frank went on
quietly touching up the scarlet 70.
llsge of q splendid old maple in the
foreground OF his picture.
so you are determined to marry
me, Frank, in spite Of every thing 2
Grace Teller had been cryipg--ibe
dew yet on her eyelsshes and the IN.
natural crimson on her cheeks, as
Frank Seymour came 10, aud Mary
Elton considerably slipped out TO
look for a missing pattern.
4 should think so,' said Frank.
looking admiriugly down at the gold
head that was STOPPING among The
pansies.
But your mother thinks me far be-
low you in social POSITION
Social position be-ignored. What |
10 / care for social position, as long
be my little Grace has consented TO |
make the sunshine Of my own home
Yes, but Frank -
well, bat Grace p
DO you really love me p
For answer be took both the fair,
delicate hands in his, and looked
steadily into her eyes.
Frank, said Grace, demurely, I'm
afraid you'd make q dreadfully. head
strong, obstinate sort Of a husband.
i shouldn't wonder, Oracle
And so the gold twilight faded
nio purple. softer than the shadow
If Eastern amethysts, and the stars
anne out, one by one, and still Mary
Elton hadn't succeeded in finding
he pattern.