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NEW BLOOMFIELD, I? A.., TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER i), 187!.
NO. 37.
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ONLY A WORD.
'Only a word I a Utile winged word
Blown through the busy town,
Lighter than thistle down,
Lighter than dust by roving bee or bird
Brushed from the blossoming lily's golden
crown i
Borne Idly here and there,
Oft as the summer air
About men's doors the sunny stillness stirred.
Only a word !
Hut sharp, oh sharper than a two-edge sword
To pierce and sting and scar
The heart whose peace a breath of blame could
mar.
Only a word, a little word that fell
Unheeded as the dew
That from the darkling blue
Of summer midnight softly steal, to tell
Its tale of singing brook and star-lit dell
In yonder noisome street,
"Where, pale with dust and heat,
The little window flower In workman's cell
Its drooping bell
Uplifts to greet the kiss It knows so well j
A word a drop of dew I
But oh, its touch could life's lost hope renew.
THE FACTORY GIRL.
IT WAS a little studio, quite at the top
of the house. Upon the easel that
occupied the post of honor in the middle
of the room, a large piece of canvas
glowed with the soft tints of a spring
landscape, and Frank Seymour stood be
fore it, pallet in hand, bis large brown
eyes dreamy- with a Bort of Inspira
tion. In a comfortable easy chair, by the
door, sat a plump, rosy, little female, in
lace cap with a plenty of narrow white
satin ribbons fluttering from it, and silver-gray
poplin dress Mrs. Seymour, in
fact, our artist's mother, who had just
-come up from the very basement " to
see how Frank was getting along."
" Here, mother," said the young man,
with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eyes,
" just see the way the sunset light
touches the topmost branches of the old
apple tree. I like the brown, subdued
gold of that tint ; it somehow reminds
me of Grace Teller's hair."
Mrs. Seymour moved a little uneasily
in her chair.
" Yes, it's very pretty ; but it strikes
me, Frank, you are lately discovering
a good many similitudes between Miss
Teller and your pictures.
Frank laughed good humoredly.
" Well, mother, she is pretty."
" Yes, I don't deny that she's pretty
enough."
"Now, mother, what is the meaning
of that ambiguous tone?" demanded
the young artist, pleasantly. " What
have you discovered about Miss Grace
Teller that isn't charming and womanly
and lovely V"
"Frank, do you know who she is?"
" Yes, I know that she is a remark
ably pretty girl, with a voice that
sounds exactly like the low soft ripple
of the little rivulet where I used - to
play when I was a boy."
44 Nonsense," said Mrs. Seymour,
sharply.
44 Well, then, If you are not satisfied
with my description of her as she is,
would you like to know what she will
be."
Mrs. Seymour looked puzzled.
44 Mother, I think one day she will be
my wife."
44 Frank 1 Frank 1 are you crazy ? "
44 Not that I know of," said Mr. Sey
mour, composedly, squeezing a little
deep blue on his pallet out of a dainty
tin tube, and mixing it thoughtfully.
44 We know so little about her,"
thought Mrs. Seymour. 44 To be sure
she is visiting Mary Elton, and Mary
belongs to a very good funiily, If she
does live in half a house and takes In
fine embroidery for a living. But then
she has no Btyle at all compared with
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
love is the most headstrong creature
alive."
Mrs. Seymour mused a while longer,
and then put on her mouse-colored silk
bonnet and gray shawl, and set out upon
a tour of Investigation."
14 I'll find out something about Miss
Teller, or I'll know the reason why,",
thought the Indefatigable widow.
Miss Grace Teller was 44 at home,"
helping Mary Elton in an elaborate
piece of tine embroidery. The room
where the two girls 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 chip
ing noisily in the window, and a stand
of mignonette and velvet-blossomed pan
sies gave a delightful tint to this pretty
picture of every-day life.
Mary Elton was pale, thin, and not at
all pretty ; there was a tremulous sweet
ness about her mouth that seemed to
whisper that she might have been dif
ferent under different circumstances.
Grace Teller was a lovely blonde, with
large blue eyes, rose-leafed skin, and
hair whose luminous gold fell over her
forehead like an aureole.
As Mrs. Seymour entered, a deeper
shade of pink stole over Grace's beauti
ful cheek, but otherwise she was calm
and self-possessed, and readily parried
the old lady's interrogatories.
44 Very warm this morning," said the
old lady fanning herself. 44 Do they
have as warm weather where you came
from, Miss Teller 5"'
44 1 believe it is very sultry In Facto
ryvllle," said Grace, composedly taking
another needleful of white silk.
44 Factory vllle ? Is that your native
place? Perhaps then you know Mr.
Parker Cynthia Parker's father, who
is superintendent in the great calico
mills there ?"
44 Very well ; I have often seen
him."
44 Are you acquainted with Cynthia ?"
44 No I believe Miss Parker spends
most of her time in this city."
44 That's very true," said Mrs. Sey
mour, sagely ; 44 Cynthia says there's no
society worth having in Factory vllle
only the girls that work in the factory ;
Cynthia is very genteel. But excuse
my curiosity, Miss Teller how did you
become acquainted with Mr. Parker and
not with his daughter ?"
Grace colored.
44 Business brought me iu contact fre
quently with the gentleman of whom
you speak. But I never happened to
meet his daughter."
Mrs. Seymour gave a little start in her
chair she was beginning to see through
the mystery.
44 Perhaps you have something to do
with the calico factory 1"'
44 1 have," said Grace with calm dig
nity. 44 A factory girl," gasped Mrs. Sey
mour, growing red and white.
44 Is there any disgrace in the title ?"
quietly asked Grace, although her own
cheeks were dyed crimson.
"Disgrace! Oh, no certainly not;
there's no harm in earning one's living
in any honorable way," returned Mrs.
Seymour, absently. The fact was, Bhe
was thinking in her inmost mind,
44 What will Frank say V" and antici
pating the flag of triumph she was about
to wave over him.
44 1 do not hesitate to confess," went
on Grace, looking Mrs. Seymour full in
the face, 44 that to the calico factory I
owe my dally bread."
44 Very lauduble, I'm sure," said the
old lady, growing a little uneasy under
the clear blue gaze, 44 only there are
steps and gradations in all society, you
know, and lam a little surprised to
find you so Intimate with Miss Elton,
whose family is"
Mary came over to Grace's side, and
stooped to kiss her cheek.
44 My dearest friend my most prec
ious companion," she murmured, 44 1
should be quite lost without her, Mrs.
Seymour."
The old lady took her leave stiffly,
and did not ask Grace to return her call,
although she extended an invitation to
Mary, couched in the politest and most
distant terms.
44 Frank I" she ejaculated, never once
stopping to remove her shawl or bonnet
and bursting Into her son's Btiullo like
an express-messenger of life and death
news, "who do you suppose your para
gon of a Miss Teller is ?"
44 The loveliest of her sex," returned
Frank, briefly and comprehensively.
44 A factory girl !" screamad the old
lady at the height of her lungs, "a fuc
tory girl I"
44 Well, what of that ?"
44 What of that? Frank Seymour,
you never mean to say that you would
have anything to say to a common
factory girl ?"
44 1 should prouounce her a very un
common factory girl," said the young
man, with an aggravating calmness.
44 Frank, don't jest with me," pleaded
the poor little mother, with tears in her
eyes. 44 Tell me at once you will give
up this fancy for a girl that is In no way
equal to you." '
44 No Bhe is in no respect my equal,"
returned Frank, with reddening cheek
and sparkling eye, 44 but It is because she
is in every respect my superior. Grace
Teller Is one of the noblest women that
ever breathed this terrestlal air, as well
one of the most beautiful. Mother, I
love her, and she has promised to be my
wife."
Mrs. Seymour sat down, limp, lifeless
and despairing.
"Frank 1 Frank I I never thought to
see my son marry a common factory
girl."
And then a torrevt of tears came to
her relief, while Frank went on quietly
touching up the scarlet foliage of a
splendid old maple In the foreground of
his picture.
44 So you are determined to marry me,
Frank, in spite of everything ?"
Grace Teller had been crying the
dew yet on her eye-lashes, and the un
natural crimson on her cheeks, as Frank
Seymour came in, and Mary Elton con
siderately slipped out "to look for a
missing pattern."
44 1 ebould think so," said Frank,
looking admiringly down on the gold
head that was sleeping among the pan
ties. 44 But your mother thinks me far be
low you In social position."
44 Social position be Ignored. What
do I care for social position, as long as
my little Grace has consented to make
the sunshine of my own home."
44 Yes, but Frank "
44 Well, but Grace ?"
44 Do you really love mo?"
For answer, he took the fair delicate
little hands in his, and looked steadily
in her eyes.
44 Frank," said Grace demurely, 44 I'm
afraid you will make a dreadfully
strong-willed, obstinate sort of a hus
band." "I shouldn't wonder, Oracle."
And so the gold twilight faded into a
purple, softer than the shadow of
Eastern amethyst, and the stars came
out, one by one, and still Mary Elton
didn't succeeded in finding the pat
tern. .
'
Mrs. Seymour was the first guest to
arrive at Mrs. Randall's select soiree on
the first Wednesday evening In July
the fact was she wanted a chance to con
fide her griefs to Mrs. Randall's sympa
thetic ear."
44 Crying ? Yes, of course I have
been crying, Mrs. Randall, I've done
nothing but cry for a week."
" Mercy on us," said Mrs. Ran
dall, elevating her kid-gloved hands,
44 what Is the matter ? I hope Frank
isn't in any sort of trouble."
"My dear," said the old lady in mys
terlous whlsperB, "Frank has been en
trapped, inveigled Into the most dread
ful entanglement. Did you ever fancy
that he, the most fastidious and particu
lar of created beings, could be resolutely
determined on marrying a factory
girl."
Mrs. Randall uttered an exclamation
of horrified surprise, and at the same
moment a party of guests were an
nounced, among whom was Miss Grace
Teller, looking rather more lovely than
usual.
" Well," thought Mrs. Seymour, as
her hostess hurled away to welcome the
new comers, 44 will wonders never cease?
Grace Teller at Mrs. Randall's soiree!
But I suppose it's all on account of Mary
Elton's uncle, the Judge. Here come
Mr. Parker and Cynthia dear me, what
a curious mixture our American society
is ; how they will be shocked at meeting
Grace Teller.
Involuntary she advanced a step, or
two to witness the meeting. Mr. Pack
er looked quite as much astonished as
she had expected, hut somehow It was
not Just the kind of astonishment that
was on the programme.
44 Miss Grace"; you here? Why, when
did you come from Factory vllle
41 You are acquainted with Miss. Tel
ler?" asked Mrs. Randall, with some
Bur prise.
41 Quite well; In fact I have bad the
management of her property for some
years. Mies Teller is the yoang lady
who owns the extensive calico, factories
from which our village takes its name."
44 Dear me!" ejaculated Mrs. Seymour,
turning pale and sinking down on a di
van near her. 44 Why, they say the
heiress of the old gentleman who owned
the Factory ville property is the richest
girl in the country."
44 Grace," eald Frank, gravely and
almost sternly, 44 what does this mean ?"
The blue eyes filled with tears as Bhe
clung closer to his arm.
44 1 can't help owning the calico fac
tories, Frank. Don't you love me Just
as well as if I didn't?"
44 My little deceiver. But why didn't
you tell me?" -
44 Why should I tell you, Frank ? It
was so nice to leave the heiress behind
and be plain Grace Teller for awhile.
And when I saw how opposed your
mother was to our engagement, a spark
of woman's willfulness roge up within
me, and I resolved I would maintain
my incognita, come what might. "Mrs.
Seymour," she added, 44 turning archly
round and holding out her hand to the
discomfited old lady, 44 didn't I tell you
that I owned my daily bread to the
factory ?"
And poor Mrs. feeymour, for once in
her life, was at a loss for an answer.
A COMPLICATED CASE.
THE other day as Conductor Minot of
the Panhandle was leaving Indian
apolis on his trip east, he found a female
passenger who hod a ticket to ; Day ton
via the Cincinnati, Hamilton & Dayton.
He explained that she was on the wrong
train, that her ticket was not good, and
that she could leave the train at Irving
ton and wait for the train on the other
road, or he would send her back to the
Union Depot, where Bhe could wait for
the train on the other line over which
she was ticketed. The woman seemed
to understand the explanation, but as
soon as Mlnot had left her, an old lady
occupying the seat in front of her said :
44 These roads are colleagued together,
and their tickets are good on any road.
That is just a trick of the conductor to
get money out of you and steal it from
the company. This road goes to Dayton
and, if I were you, I would Bit right
here."
When Mlnot returned, the woman
could not be made to understand why
her ticket wag not good on any road
running to Dayton, and, in spite of the
patient and polite explanations of the
conductor, Bhe persisted in not under
standing It. Finally a kind-hearted
Hebrew,who was seated opposite, think
ing to relieve the embarrassment of the
woman, offered to take her ticket and
pay her fare to Richmond. Then she
quieted down until Minot came through
the car, when she asked:
44 Isn't that ticket worth more than
the fare to Richmond?"
44 Certainly ; worth a third more,"
was the reply.
44 Well, I olnt going to be swindled
in that way, and I want my money
back."
44 1 have nothing to do with that,"
replied Minot ; 44 you sold your ticket;
your fare has, been paid to Richmond,
and I cannot aid you."
Then she went for the Hebrew, accus
ed him of being a swindler, and he
finally told her that all be wanted was
his money, and she could have her
ticket. Minot come back and she called
him again and said :
44 Give this man bis money back bo I
can get my ticket, and I wiy leave this
road, which Is run by swindlers."
44 Upon your agreement to leave Hie
train I will do It," said be, 44 and send
you back to Indianapolis."
He then gave the money back an si1 the
ticket was returned. Presently the
train stopped at Cumberland, an the
conductor asked her to get ofl".
44 1 have changed my mind," was. the
answen
44 Then you must pay your fure."
44 Pay my fare, you swindler I Why, I
can prove by every one in the ear that
you said my fare was- paid."
44 Of course I did, but I gave the mon
ey back."
44 Yes, you gave It to that Jew. You
don't pretend that you gave it to me.
You want to rob me, but I won't allow
It. I am on this train to go to Rich
mond, and I Intend to do it," and Bhe
did. Mlnot Is consulting a lawyer on
the case.
" New Zealand Cherries."
THE Louisville 44 Courier Journal"
says : Yesterday a fruit dealer on
Market street, incensed at the liberties
taken by the loafers with his wares dis
played at the door, placed a half gallon
of cayenne peppers in a basket, labeled
it 44 New Zealand Cherries," and bung
It in a conspicuous place In front of his
stand. In a few moments the next door
merchant sauntered up, inquired bow
trade was, picked up a New Zealand
cherry, placed It in bis mouth, and sud
denly left to attend to a customer. Rev.
Dr. Bolly next rounded to, observed that
the yellow fever news from Memphis
was not very encouraging this morning,
and ah ! it had been years since he had
eaten a New Zealand cherry ; whereupon
be ate one, remarked that it was superb,
wiped bis weeping eyes on his coat
sleeve, supposed that New Zealand was
getting warmer every year, wished the
dealer good morning and departed, la
menting the growing weakness of bis
eyes in the sunlight. A.ohronio dead
beat then came up, took a mouthful of
cherries, spluttered them out, with . an
imprecation, all over the fruit, stuffed a
pear, a banana and a bunch of grapes
into his mouth to take out the taste, in
formed the dealer that he would have
him prosecuted for keeping green fruit,
and went down the street to the pump.
A lady with two children next appeared,
stopped to admire the cherries, asked If
she mightn't just taste one of them she
never had seen any before supplied the
children and walked away walked
away with a face fiery with scorn and
anger, while the children set up a bowl
that brought all the people to the doors
and window and drove all the police
men off the street. Thus the fun went
on all the morning. The fruit dealer
never laughed so much in his life. The
occupants of the adjacent and opposite
shores and a shoal of small boys soon
learned what was up, and watched and
joined in a ringing roar as each new
victim tried cherries. Finally a solemn
looking countryman lounged up, inquir
ed the prices of tbem 'ere New Zealand
cherries, invested in a pint, put one in
bis mouth, took it out again, gave the
fruit-dealer a lingering look of mild re
proach, pulled off bis coat and "waded
into" him. When he left, the frultman
with tendencies to practical jokes bad a
blue eye, a red nose, a purple face, a
sprained wrist and several bushels of
fruit scattered around among the small
boys, while the same ringing roar of
laughter was going up from the lookers-
on.
Modest.
Some time ago a planter a short dis
tance from Memphis gave a party to the
young folks in bis neighborhood. It
was a gay time, and in the course of the
evening the boys and girls played for
feits. While this was going on, it
chanced that the Bon of the planter, a
nice, modest fellow, bad to claim a for
feit of some of the girls, but he was over
come with diffidence.
44 Go ahead, John," said the planter,
44 and kiss some of the girls."
John hilchee from one foot to the other,
blushed, and finally blurted out, 44 1 I
never kissed a white girl, father."
The laughter that ensued may be imagined.