Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-07-06

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occasioned by mere lack Of inducement
or excitement to learn. To the reading
required for such society as ladies gene
rally meet, she had attended. Friendship
or we might as well say love, though
the word has been SO often taken in vain
that it almost disgusts one-love requi-
red something more. To appreciate the
man she loved, she must understand him.
To understand him she must read, and
she did read for him and with him. The
inducement she lacked before she had
now found. Existence was joy to her
and if the early partiality Of parents
had not taught her she was in delicate
health. she never would have learned it
of Henry Wentworth.
Wine is mocker--and wha, mock.
eE! 1t mocks our hopes and our fears
our joys and our grieis--Our repose and
our excitement. I'm the hour Of ennui
We fly TO it for relief--in the hour of ex
element We appeal to il for more. In
grief we C!uim ii as a Comforter-in JOY
no less as a companion. Poor Floras
delicate health required more putations
and more frequently now than when life
was ulmos, 5urthen. Henry knew moth
Ing of the kind-he suspected nothing.
He had seen Flora take glass of wine;
she had taken many al his inviiation.-
What man could make bugbear Of that?
Happy for many would it be. if lady's
drinking seemed to them fright 10 be
pi;ied but avoided.
Fanny kemble had just reached the
ci,y-Ius;ly cels sbrated as the bes. living
preventative of the creations OF the
dramatic poets. The theatre had become
fashionable ant more. Old mex and wo-
men who had no! for years visited play.
house, departed from their usual course of
life 10 pay court and TO pay dollars to the
histronic and intellectual prodigy. The
town was theatre mad. anu the Blanch-
ards partook of the enthusiasm before
they had seen the cause of it. Henry had
been ubse mt an evening, and when he next
reported himself he was full of the stage.
Scene after scene of the preceding eve.
niDg's performance he described and criti-
cised--no commended. He spoke in rap
tuIes, and Flora was half jealous. The
| result Of that evenings discussion was
resolution, passed unanimously. that
Wentworth should on the next day ST..
cure seats for the four-the expense Of
which Mr.. Blanchard insisted upon bear
ing. with true mercantile indie pendence
Tomorrow brought the hustle Of prep
| aration. The forenoon was spent in Wig
orous shopping. and in hurried directions
to mlllinerS and mantua makers. i. was
very short notice. and all the miIliners
visited. were required TO tell all they
knew about the dresses which Mrs.
Brown and Miss Black. Mrs. Green and
Miss White. leaders of the ton. had worn
a, their several first appearances for the
season.. This may appear strange to the
un initiated. but let the IN look at a fash
ionable house. and then Judge whether
the actresses. or the ladies in the dress
circle have spent most time u: the toilet.
People cannot See without being seen.-
The labors of the day were not accom-
plished by the two ladies of delicate
health without an extra visit to Madame
Blanks, who furnished the M with her best
reStoratives, as they were more than or
dinarily in need.
To every day of pre- paration there is
an end. Flora and her mother at length
came down TO the drawing room, where
MIR. Blanchard and his young friend watt
ed them. Alta little distance Mrs. Blan-
chsrd looked a magnificent young woman,
but a nearer approach showed the expe-
he. IL II
her countensnce of long continued deli
cate health. The daushte. looked fairy,
elegance and taste setting off surprising
personal beauty. Her eyes too sparkled
all expectation doubtless-for i. were
ungallant to hint that the brilliance was
the effect Of preparation against an eve-
ning's exposure. But she lras beautiful.
We might undertake to describe her--if
we had never seen her in curl papers,
Henry never had-and he started and
gnzed as if a goddess had suddenly descen-
ded. when Flora gave intlmaiion Of their
presence by aying,--'Come, gentlemen,
you are unusually busy in talk tonight,
and ladies waiting for you.'
Yes, my boy said Mr.. Blanchard Ia.
king Henry's hand afTectionately as they
rose from their chairs. nothing could
give me greater pleasure than your pro-
posal-except its consummation. hnoth-
er Of the three | can also answer for, aud
know you will find no difficulty with
the third. Come ladies'. now ,oc wait
How Flora's heart beat! What could
all that mean' The rattlng Of the coach
over the pavement barred all converse.
tlon. and the party were soon set down
at the door Of the theatre. The play was
the unchback--lhen a novelty, and pcs
sessing the additional charm Of having i,s
heroine personated by her for whom the
author in part wrote it--Fanny Kemble.
Declining 10 wait for she farce. the party
rode home at the end Of the first piece.
Henry of course stayed to supper. Flora
could not avoid being struck with the
great familiarity with which her father
addressed him. A stickler for old fash
toned conventional forms, he had never
before descended from Mr.. Wentworth.
in speaking to him. Now it was Harry
'Henry. my boy and my son. accom-
panied with an occasional slap on the
hack--very indecorous in such old gen
tleman. Flora knew that her father had