T?fE FACTO FlY GIRL. It was a liltle studio quite at (lie top of the house. Upon tie easel that oc enpied the post of honor in the middle of the room, was a piece of canvass plow ing wan polt lints ol a spring land scape, and Frank Seymour stood be fore it, pallet in hand, his largo brown eyes dreamy with a sort of inspira tkm. In a comfortable easy thair by the door Fat a plump rosy littlo female, in a lnee enp with plenty of narrow white satin ribbon Jluttcnng lrom it, nnd t silver cvny poplin dress Mrs. Sey mour, in fact, our artist's mother, who had jnst come up from the very base.. nient, ' to see how Frank was gettin along ' Here, mother,' said the young man with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eye. ' just see the way that sunset light ouches the topirost branches of the old apple tree. I like the brown, pub. dued gold at that tint ; it somehow re minds me of Grace Teller's hair.' Mrs. Seymour moved a little uneasi ly in her chair. It's very pretty ; but it rtiikcs me Frank, you are lately discovering many similitudes between Miss Teller and your pictures.' Frank laughed good-humorcdly. ' Well, mother, she is protry.' ' Yes, I don't deny but that sho is pretty enough.' 'Now, mother, what's tie meaning of this ambiguous tone ? ' demanded the young artist, pleasantly. ' What hacyou discovered about Miss Teller that isn't charming and womanly and loveable ? ' ' Frank do you know who she is ? ' ' Yes, I know that she is a remarka bly pretty girl, with a voice that sounds exactly like the low, soft rivulet whera I used to play when T was a boy.' ' Nonsense,' said Mrs. Seymour, sharply. ' Well, then, if you are not satisfied with my description of her as she is, would you like to know what sh will bo ?' Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled. 'Mother, I think one day she will be my wife.' ' Frank ! Frank ! are you crazy ? ' ' Not that I know of,' said Frank, composed!', squeezing a littlo deep blue on his pallet from a dainty tin tube, aud mixing it thoughtfully. ' We know so little about her,' thought Mrs. Seymour. "To be sure she is visiting Mary Elton, and Mary belongs to a vciy good lamily, if the dosen't live in but half a bouse and takes in fine embroidery for a living. But then she has no stylo compared with Cynthia I'arkcr, and Cynthia al ways did fancy our FruDk. Then moreover, she has Gvo or six thousand dollars of her own. But, dear me ! a young man in love ia the most head, strong creature alive ! ' Mrs. Seymour muised a while longer, and then put on her mouse colored silk bonnet and gray shawl, and set out on a tour of investigation. I'll find out about Miss Teller, or I'll know the reason why,' thought the indefatigable widow. Miss Grace Teller ' was at home,' helping Mary Elton ou an elaborate piece of fine embroidery. The room where the two gills sat was very plain, carpeted with the cheapest ingrain, and curtained with very ordinary pink and white chintz, yet it looked snug and cheery, for the fat blackbird was chirp ing in the window, and a stand of mig. nonctte and velvet blossomed pansics gave a delicate refinement to the de tails of every day life. Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not nt all pretty, though there was a treni ulous sweetness about her mouth that secned to whisper that she might have been very different under different cir cumstances. (J race Teller was a live ly blond , with largo blue eyes, rose leaf skin, and hair whoso luminous gold foil over her forehead like an au reole. As Mrs. Seymour entered, a deeper bhade of pink stole over draco's beau tiful checks, but otherwise sho was calm and sclf'-posjsscd aud readily parried the old lady's interrogatories. Very warm, this morning,' said the old lady, fanning herself. ' D they have warm weather where you caiuo from Mim Teller ? ' I believe it's very sultry in Factory, ville,' said (jraee composedly, taking another iiccdleluU of white silk. Faetoryville ! U that your native jilace '( Perhaps, then you know Mr. Parker Cynthia Parker's father who is superinteitAut of the great cu'aco mills there ? ' ' Very well I have seen him.' Are you acquainted with Cynthia.' No, I believe Mis Parker spiuds most of her time in thia city.' ' That's very tiue,' said Mrs. Sey mour easeily. Cynthia often says there's no socio. ty worth havtnein I'aotoryvnie uniy the cirls that work in the factory, and Cvnthiais verv cr.uteel. But excuse iny curiosity Miss Teller how did you becouio acquainted with Mr. Parker and not with his daughter ? Grace colored Bunincss brought mo iu contuct frequently wUh the gentleman of whom you sneak, but 1 never hardened to meet MiH Parker.' Mrs. teyinour gave u littlo tlart in her chair, Mio was beginning to sco through the mystery ' Perhaps you have fcomelhing to do with the calico factory 1 ' ' I have,' said Grace with dignity. JOILXG. HALL, Proprietor. CURTIS W. BARRET Ty Publisher. A factory girl ? ' gasped Mrs. Sey mour. crowinu red and white. ' Is there any disgrace in that title ? ' quietly asked Grace, although her own cheeks were dying crimson. 1 Disgrace r Oh, no, certainly not there's no harm in earning one's living in an honest way,' returned Mrs. Sey- bious absently. I he fact was, she was thinking in her utmost mind, what will Frank say ? and anticipating the flag of triumph she was about to wave oyer him. ' I do no hesitate to confess,' went on Grace. look ins Mrs. Seymour full in the eye, ' that to the calico factory I owe my daily bread.' ' Very laudable, 1 m very sure, said the old lbdy, growing a little uneasy under the blue, clear gaze, ' only there are steps and graduations in all sooiet; you know, and and I am a little sur. prised to hud you so intimate with Miss hlton, whose family is Mary came over to Grace s side and stooped to kiss her cheek. My dearest friend, my most prec ious companion, she murmured, I should be quite lost without her, Mrs- ceymour. The old lady took her leave stiltly and did not ask Grace to return her call, although she extended an invita. tion to Mary, couched in the politest and most distinct terms. ' Frank ! ' sho ejaculated as sho re turned home, never stopping to re move shawl or bonnet, ' who do you suppose your paragon of a Miss Teller ' The loveliest of her sex,' returned Frank briefly and comprehensively. ' A factory cir! I sorcanied the old lady at the top of her lungs, a factory girl ! , ' Well wbat ot that f ' What of that ? Frank Seymour you never mean to ay that you would have anything to do with a common factory girl t ' I should pronounce her a very un common factory girl mother,' said the young man with aggravating calm ness. ' Frank, don't jest with me,' pleaded tho poor little mother, with tears in her eyes. Tell me for once that you will give up this idle fancy for a girl who is in no respects equal to you.' No, she is in no respect my equal,' returned Frank with reddened cheek and sparkling eye, but in every re spect iny superior. Grace Teller is one of the nouelest women that ever breathed this terrcstriel air, as well as the most beautiful. Mother I love her and she has promisod to become my wife.' Mrs Soyraonr set down, limp, life less and despairing. r rank, frank, 1 never thought to see my son marry a factory girl.' And then a torrent of tears camo to her relief, while Frank went on qu'etly touching up the scarlet foliage of a splendid old maple in the picture. ' So you are determined to marry me, Frank iu spite of everything.' Grace Teller had been crying; the dew was yet on her eyelashes, and the unnatural crimson on her cheeks, ng Frank Seymour camo iu, and Mary El. ton considerately slipped out to search for a missing pattern. ' I should rather think so,' said Frank looking admiringly down on the poldun head that was stopping amoug the pansics. ' Uut your mother thinks me far be low you in soeial position.' ' Social position bo unorod ! Y hat do I care for social position, as long as my littlo Grace has eonccntod to- make sunshine ot my home f ' lcs, but 1' rank Well, but, Grace ! ' ' Io you realy lovo me ? ' For the answer ho took both the fair delicate hands iu his, aud looked steadily into her eyes. mil 1 ' Frauk, said Grace lciior, aoinurc ly. ' I'm afraid you'll make a dreadfnl. ly strong-willed, obstinate sort of a kutiband.' ' I shouldn't wonder Grace.' And so tho purple twilight faded in to purple softer than the shadow of the eastern amethysts, and the stars came out one by one, and still Frank and Grace talked on, aud still Mary Elton didu't succeed in Cuding the' missing pattern. Mrs. Seymour was the first to arrive at Mrs. Randall's select soireo on the fiat Wednesday evening in July: the fact was the wanted a chauco to con fide her grief to Mrs. Randall's gym nathetio ear. ' Crying 1 ' Yes, of course I have been cryiug, Mrs. Randall ; I've done nothing but cry for a week.' Mid. Raudall elevated hor kid-gloved hands, ' what is the matter ! I hope Frank isu t in any sort ot trouble r i JIv dear, said the old lady in mysterious whisper, ' Frank has been entrapped inveigled iuto the most dreadful entauglemeuts. Did you ev er fancy that he the moat fastidious I f ii k 12 IDG WA T, PEXXA., A UG UST 15, 1SG7. and particular of created beings, could bo resolutely determined on marrying a laotory girl r Mrs. Randall uttered an cxclama tien of horrified surprise, and at the same moment a party ot guests were announced, aaong whom was Miss iellcr, looking rather more lovely than ever. ' Well,' thought Mrs. Seymour, as her hostess hurried away to welcome the new eommcrs, well, wonders never cease I JJut I suppose its all on ac ceunt of Mary Elton's uncle tho Judge. Here comes Mr. Parker and Cynthia ; dear me, what a curious mixture is our American sooicty ; how they will be shocked to meet Miss Teller ? ' Iovoluntairly she advanced a step or two to witness tho meeting. Mr. Parker looked quite as ostooishod ai she had expected, but somehow it was not that kind of astonishment thut was on tho programme. Miss Grace ! ' You here ? Why when did you como from Faetory ville ? ' ' You are acquainted with Miss Tel. ler? ' asked Mrs. Randall, with some surprise. ' Quite well; in fact I have had the management of her property for some years. Miss Teller is the young lady who owns tho oxtensive calico facto, ries from which our village takes its came.' ' Pear mo ! ' said Mrs. Seymour, turning pale and sinking down upon a divan near her. ' Why they say the heiress of the old gentleman who own ed faetoryville property, is the richest girl in the country.' ' Graoe,' said Frank, gravely almost sternly, what dots this mean J ' lhe blue eyes tilled with tears as she clung closer to his arm.' ' I can't help owning the calico fac tories, Frauk. Dont you love me just as well as if I didnt f ' ' My little deceiver ! But why did you not tell me ? ' Why should I tell you Frank 7 It was so nice to leave the heiress be- nina ana be plain urace leuer lor a while, and when I saw how opposed your mother was to our engagement, a spark of woman's wilfulness rose up witlnu me, and resolved I would main, tain my incognito, come what might. Mr s. Seymour, she added turning arch. lyjaround and holding out her hand to the discomfitted old lady, didn t 1 tell you that I owed my daily bread to that factory I And Mrs. bey mour tor once in her life was at a loss for an answer. Battle of the Birds. Tho Lloomington (led.) I'rogrcsa has the following highly imaginative story of n bird conflict ; " While sauntering arounu our beau. tiful city lately, we aocidently witnessed one of tho most Bingularornithologioal ex hibitions that ever fell under our observa tion. A chimney swallow had only be gun to balance his little body upen the topmost branch of a large cherry tree, when a robin of aldcrmanio proportions swept down upon him f rom a neighbor, ing maple. The swallow fought nobly tor a while, and with every prospect of success, until his russet-colored foe was reinforced by his mate ; then, and not till then, did the littlo hero cry for quarter. Twittering loud and piteously, he attracted the attention ot some ot his tribe, and to his relief camo the col. ony of a neighboring chimney. Now be gan a combat worthy a painter's pencil. As tho swallows advanced and retired in dark waves, they dealt cruel blows at tho devoted robins, who, maddonod by pain, lousht with desperation j but the oddsweie too great, and gasping, bleed, ing, quivering, catching from bough to bough, the robins ieii to tue oartn, suape lcss and torn. Although intensely ex. citing, tho combat was not the most in. tcresting feature of this curious cxhibi. tion. Many of the swallow were cov ered with wounds given by the sharp claws and strong beaks of the unfortu nate robins, and theso received the immediate attention of the unwounded, who, in pairs, carried them tenderly to their sooty homes. Now came the final aud most singular feature. Tenderly carefully and solemly, was each dead swallow conveyed to the top of a large chimney adjacent, aud after piling up the ligid bodies in oue sombre heap, the entire swarm settled upon the roof in silence, while one of tho companions, whose great age was evident from tho litrht gray of his feathers, perched upon tho lijjhiuing rod, and for some fivo or ten minutes chirped, twittered, aud slowly flapped his wings. During this performance, which was evidently an oration upon tho virtues of the deceat". ed, the bird audience mainiaineu iucir positions immovably, but at its close, three of tl;o birds, whose black, glisten ing coats denoted their youth, advanced and cautiously pushed the bodies into tho yawning ohimuey. This accom plished, cacn winged witness sailed away, noisly twittoriug, as though in heated discussion over the fight in whice each bad participated." THE ANGEL GABRIEL My friend Maj. C. had an old darkey to whom he was much atuclied. One evening, at a party, Peter from imbibing too treeley of various mixtures, began dancing round with a waiter contaimug some ices and cakes, and soon became uproarious. Observing his couduot, the Major publicly reprimanded him, and at oneo dismissed him from his post of waiter tor tho evening, and appointed another in his place. The last stroke was too much for old Peter, and ho re. tired to his bed room in dispair. That night Lapt. K., a jolly young officer in tho room adjoining Peter s, hearing sobs and groans in the next loom, rose to in quire what was the matter. He opened wiu uuui vi x ciur s ruuui ana rcconnoit' erod. Petor was kneeling by a window aud praying. Amid his loud ories the cap tain heard the following : " 0 Lord, have pity on thy poor old servant. His massa, who he used to take upon his knees when he was a boy is vexed with his poor old darkey, and I don't want to live any longer. O dear .Lord, please send the angels for old Pe. ter. Just send the angel Gabriel this minute down to take old Peter to Abra ham's bosom 1 O, please Lord, do. Please. Lord, this minute; I am ready to go!" Capt. K., ever ready for fun, immedi. ately seized upon a white counterpan, and enveloping himself in it, rapped three times at Peter's door. "Who's dar ?" " The angel Gabriel, come to take old Peter to Father Abraham's bosom?" replied Capt. K., in a sepulchral tone. " De who. massa I tearfully asked the suppliant. " Old Peter." "Well, I just tell you, massa, dat nigger don't live here; I don't know him at all I Capt. M rushed back to the company convulsed with laughter, and old Peter relates to this day the wonderful answer to his prayer. An Amaieing Tunnel Inaidsnt. Doubtless tho tunnel en tho Eastern Railroad, just east of tho depot in Sa lem, has been the scene of numerous amusing incidents but we doubt if any thing of a more ludicrous character hat ever taken place in it than the follow ing : It seems that a few days since a lady and he? sister and a grown up son of the latter, took the cars at Boston for the East, the sisters occupying a scat together and the young man the one be hind with another person. Upon en tering the tunnel, the aunt, to have a little fun rose up carefully, reached over to the seat the young man had been oc cupying seized some one by the oollar, shook him soundly, and then resumed her seat. The sister surprised at her vigorous movements, asked what she had been doing, and was informed by the other that she had been attempting to fright en her nephew. Her feelings can be imagined when the mother made her ac quainted with the fact that tho young man left the train at Salem, and that she had been " shaking up tho wrong pas senger." When tho train emerged from the tunnel the person who had been mista ken for the won was observed adjusting his neck-tie and collar, and remarked that he did not know what tho matter was with the ladies ic front ot him, but thought one of them must be insane, for she had given him a severe shaking, torn off his neek tie, scratched his face and disranged his hair, and he was at a losa to giva any other SOOOUnt for the sudden attack that had been mado upon him. Joke on a Constable. A " cute " State constable, meeting a tin poddler, asked him if hj had a li censo to sell. " No," was the reply. Ths constable hastened to procure a warrant, and after a long day's search found the offending persou and brought him before a magistrate. When he was asked : " Guilty, or not guilty J " " Not gnilty 1 " ho quietly answered. " Don't you pcddlo goods around here 1 " said the judge. " Yes, sir ! " " Well, then, sir, have you a license to do so f " Oh, yes ! " " Why didn't you tell this gentleman that you had no license f " No, sir ! " said tho peddler. " Yes you did," bhouted the tipstaff. " No I didn't," quietly replied tho man. " I say you did," vociferates ye offi cer. "I'llswoar I didn't," repeats the pedler. Well, what did you toll rao then ? " ' You asked me if I Lad a lieenso to sell, aud I told you I hadn't, and I haven't a lioenso to sell, for I want to keep it to peddle with ! " flySubscribe for the Advocate.- Terms 1,50 in ndvauco. VOLUME SEVEX-XUMBER 23 TERMS 1 50 PER AXXUM. Hark Twain and the Musket. Mark Twain tells the following story by a fellow passenger, who being ban tcred about his timidity, said he had never been scared since ho had loaded an old Queen Anne's musket for his father once, whereupon he lelatcd tho toilowing : l ou see the old man was trying to learn me to shoot blackbirds and beasts that tc ar up the young corn and such things, so, I could be of some use about the farm, because I wasn't big enough to do much. My gun was a single barrel shot gun, and the old man carried on old Queen Anne's mus ket that weighed a ton, and made a re port like a thunder clap' and kicked like a mule. Ibe old man wanted mt to shoot the musket some time, hut I was afraid. One day, though, I got her down, and so I took her to the hired man ind asked him how to load her, be- causo tho old man was out in the fields. Hiram said : Don't you see them marks on the stock an X and a V on the Queen's Crown ? Well, that means ten balls and fivo slug that's her load.' Uut how much powder I ' Oh,' he says, it don't matter, put in three or four handsful. ' So I loaded her up that way, and it was an awful charge 1 had sense enough to see that and started out. I levelled her an a good many blackbirds but every timo I went to pull the trig ger I shut my eyes and winked. I was afraid of her kick. Towards sundown I fetched her up at tho house, and there was the old man resting on the porch. ' Been out hunting, have ye f ' Yes, sir,' says I. What did you kill ? ' ' Didn't kill auything, sir didn't shoot her off I was afraid she'd kick.' fl knew blamed well she would.) ' Gimmus that gun ! the Old man says mad as sin. And he took aim at a sapling on the other side of the road, and I began to drop back out of dauger. And the next minute I heard an earthquake, and the Queen Anne whirling end over cud in tho air, nnd tho old man spinuiog around one heel, with one leg up and both hands on his jaw, and the bark flying. The old man's shoulder was set back four inches, and his jaw, turned black and blue, he had to lay up for three or four days. Cholera, or nothing else can scare ice the woy I woi scared that time. Death at the Breakfast TaUe. Robert Bruce, a celebrated Scotch minister, sat at his breakfast table one morning. Having oaten a boiled egg, he turned to his daughter and said : " I think I am yet hungry, you may bring mo another egg." He then grew thoughtful a moment, and, musing a little, added " Hold, daughter, hold I my Master calleth mo." Here his sight failed h im, but culliug for a Bible he requested his daughter to place his finger on a certain possage. This being done he repeated the verse, dwelling especially on " I am pursuaded that neither life nor death shall be able to separate me from the lovo of God, Inch is in Llin.-,t Jesus my Lord. He said : "God bo with you my children. I have breakfasted with yau, and fchall sup with my Lord Jesus this night." " Ihese were the last worda, lor with out a shiver or a groan, ho at once start, ed on his flight to everlasting glory. Reader, you breakfasted with your family circlo this morning. Suppoo, like the (rood Mr. Bruco, you should die suddenly to-day, with whom would you sup to-night. At a convention of clergymen, not long since, it was proposod by one of the mcmWs after they hud dined, that each should entartuin the company with some romarks. Among the rest, one drew upon his infancy, and related a dream. In his dream bo went to heav en, and he described the golden streets, the river of life, etc. As he concluded, one of the divines, who was somewhat noted for his penurious aud money saving habits, stepped up to the narra tor and inquired jocosely : Well, did you sen anything of me iu your dream." " Yes, I did." " Indeed t what was I doing ? " " You were on your knees.'' " Praying, was I ? " " No scraping up the gold." i An exchange soys : " To make a muss pour a quart of moTasses in your wife's new bonnet." Ridiculous t the thing wouldn't hold a pint. Give strict attention to your own afTaiis and consider your wife one of them. Has auy person ever tried Ilarey's system of horse-taming on the in'yht- Little girls believe in tho man in the moon big girU believe in a man in the honeymoon. JSeleried iorn, A HARVEST S'.rNE. Foir ami rYosh tho win.l.i are Mowing Uiiglitly nhiucs tho puii to ilny Over men. low, hill nnd wumllmid, On (ho newly gut herd Imy. Whito and purple, green nn.l coMen, Flock and fields nfnr ar.d near ; While the harvest hands m e singing, We'll have well CllcJ burns this year. Hear the winding beck tlmt ripi'les Winding out and winding in, How it murmured as if ans'ring Bank the joyful songs of n;cn. Now in sunshine, now in shadow, Winding out nnd winding in, Like (i mirror it rcflcctcth, All day long tho harvest scene Lcngh'ning shadows now from woodlands Over beck and narrow creep, While behind his gorgeous om tnins, Sinks the harvest suu to bleep. Giving promise to the renpci-tr. After labor, rest shall come, Tired hands be calmy folded, 'Midst the sacred scenes of home. Faticntly the farmer waited Wo'kcd nnd waited like a man, Never doubting that the master Well would end what he Degan. Now lie hath the promised blessing, Fruit for all his honest toil : Never lord was half so hnppy, As this tiller of the soil. Fooling Milch Cows. We do not, as a general rule, feed lib erally enough. Wo do not ufo suffi cient variety of food for cows iu milk, nor is the quantity anything like what might be fed. Many far cers seem to act as if the food consumed was so much to be added to tho cost of keeping rath er than so much raw material used in the manufacture of milk. If they otvn ed a mill they would leed into it all tho gram it would grind ; try to keep it Tun ning at full speed, and furnish the lar. gest amount of i1s products of which it were capable, taking into account of course tho wear and tear of machinery. They would try to get the largest yield consistent with economy and good man agement. The same rulo ouht to bo adopted in feeding cows. Instead of being content with smaller oi even ordinary yield, we should so feed as to get all we can con sistently with a proper regard to tho health and protracted usefulness of tho animal. They have carried the matter of feeding to a far higher state of per. fection iu Europe than we havo in this country. It may almost be said to bo reduced to a science, so minute and careful have many of the experiments and systems of feeding become. A Terrible Disease. A fearful disease has broken out late. ly in various cities, including Harrisbun'. It scarcely ever attacks vounar children. but adults of both sexes are its victims. The physicians have, after learned in vestigation, called the new diseaso Pip; snipsy. We have not learned the ex tent of its fearful ravages in our city, but will give a description of its symp toms and tho prescribed remedies, as de scribed by tho Cleveland Herald : A sudden instantaneous depression in the collipsis dinix, a caving in of the pnulity ol the backboniLus, and a foeliug of slimnoss iu the immediato vicinity of tho diaphragm may be regar ded as symptoms that the complaint is coming on. Tho following rciueJy by onoofour eminent physicians will af ford relief it taken at the hrst appear ance of these horrible symptoms. Spir- tus ini Utard, or Uidi fiumbonibu I, Su'jraruin Whituin ri n, ecibus miuu- us dunus tanzius raid uckitceuiu strun. dum down throatum. It is said tho remedy is very pleasaut. Teh-graph. A ready-witted Iiishman lives in Rock wood Illinois. The other day ono of with boys thinking to have a little fun in, said ' Jioloy, havo you hoard tho the nowa ? " No, what news 1 " " Whv ho devil is dead." Not a word said Holey, but putting his hund in his pock, ot and pulliug out a ten cent shinpiastcr anded it to his question :r, who asked what it was tor. " Why," answered Ho ley," iu the ould cjun'ry, whsro I came from, it vas tho custom to give the. chif dren tomething wJicn the parctiti died." A SciiooiiMASTErt in a neighboring town, while on his morning walk, pas. std by the door of a ueighbor, who was xcavatiug a log for a pig. trough. " Why, said tho schoolmaster, " .Mr. S., have you not furniture enough yet ? " " Yes, said the man, " euouh for my own family, but I expect to board the schoolmaster this winter, and am makiug preparations." Ws cannot too strongly impress up on parents tho importance of allowing .1 ' .I'll .1 . l mi rncir cnuuren to icarn iraaes. me terage pay of clerks is now from ten to twenty dollars per wck, while tho aver age pay ot skilled workmen is from fit. teen to fifty dollars per week. An Irish servant being asked whathi r his majter was withio, replied, ' No." " When will he return ? " " Oh, when master gives orders 'o say that he is not at home, wi never know when ho will come in f " You look." said an Irishman to a pale, haggard smoker, ' as if you had pot out of your grave to light your ci gar and couldn't find your way back aaiu."
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