Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-06-29
KISSING a " OMAN; !;
The Troubles of q 'M9ustacIie.


Who do you think has come back to
our vllnge? said Finny Alleyne toa par.
~ Of young friends, who had assembled
at her house 10 talk over to- morrow'S con-
iemplatcd pic nic. And rs no one answer,
ed, bat duzon voices simulian eously y
cried. Do tell, she added, who but Charl lie
w eaver and with such a mous,ache! she
exclaimed; clapping her hands as the idea
was full Of gec;-and it looks for all
the world, rs ii Charlio had little stiff
brush pasted under his nose. For my
part | can't compr prehend what he wears
i, for unlo IS he thinks himself handsome
and adopts it Us n protection, to keep the
girls from kissing him. And again she
clapped her hands, her eyes fairly flash
ing with fun.
| havn't seen him yet, said Emily
Rogers: but does he lcok queer. They
say moo,laches are all The fashion among
young men who move in good society
foreign counts always wear them you
know.
Miss Rogers had spent years in a fash
ionable boarding school, where she had
tried 10 learn French. but had succeeded
only in Learning folly, and SO she ccnsid
cred herself Judge Of all things pertain
ing to make. Sho had cousin. m'reo-
yer. travelling in Germany and wrote her
long letters about German counts whom
she met ut german watering places
Miss Rogers had, therefore, weakness
for mouslaches, big boards and foreign
customs in general
Foreign counts always wear them do
they? said Fanny. And SO do BARRIERS.
For my part. when was in Eonion last
winter. l hardly knew whether il was n
wig-maker or dandy that was coming
down street; but always supposed il was
the first I'LL the 0ni NAL raised his hat. and
then knew he was Of the human poe
dies that was accustomed to dance with
nj the assemblies.
For my part, retorted Miss Rogers,
making second effort to stand her ground
| rather admire handsome mouSlache;
some men suit it so well.
Yes, the mous,ache is fortunate thing
to some men, said Fanny hievousy,
for those that cant grow hair.
The laugh was against Miss Rogers,
who accordingly paused and kept silent.
The entrance of a fresh visitor now chang
ed the conversation, and in five minutes
Charlie Weaver and his mouslache were
forgotten. In fac, the girls were too bu
sy talking about the picnic 20 devote
much time to anything else. In about
an hour they separated full of the CON
templated excursion.
The morning dawned brilliantly, with
every prospect of bright day. At six
o'clock. before the dew was well off the
grass, the picnic began to assemble, and
at seven all convened in a beautiful grove
about a mile beyond the village.
The girls were joyous, happy sci,
blessed with good health, iond OF exhila-
ting sports, and by no means infected with
any of The mawkish affectllions of the
city.
For instance, they were not afraid oil
making their feet largo by exercise, or Of
spelling their hands by household work. =
They liked hearty dance. were fond of n
good laugh. and were even some Of them a,
least. sad romps. But they were an OK
celent sci, for oil that; with fine grace
ful figures, rosy cheeks. and sparkling
eyes, and constant flow of spirits. ! am
sure any one of them was worth doz
ell o! the faded beauties, who with chalk
ike faces. lustreless eyes, and STOPPING
shoulders, mopo about town ball rooms.
A few indeed were infected with n mania
for French manners, and thought foreign
counts divine; and of these Miss Rogers
was On acknowledged leader.
Among the beaux. Charlie Weaver
shone or ianciod he shone conspicuous
His coat was of the latest cut; his vest
spread out in amplitude; and his boots
wero vanished leather. made on red mo.
rocco-yes, positively on red morocco leg
gins. But his mous;uche-,hat was the