Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-10-26

and were evidently insufficient the lady
also appeared unwilling to avail herself OF
the contributions of her companions,
the child.
What is the leas, you will take my lit
tie girl for?' she asked
Why; three-and sixp pence. replied the
coachman-no .ess; SO be sharp-we can't
stay here all night
'Oh. am SO glad' exclaimed the moth
er, lifting the child in her arms. Now,
darling don't care for myself SO that you
can ride
But can walk quite we'll. dear man.
nal am no, tired said the child. evil
IDENTITY unhappy at the idea of being sepa-
rated from her mother.
Had not been interested IN the scene,
common humanity would have prompt
ed me to interfere. Madam said. %
blige me by occupying this seat next me;
for your little girls sake. who evidently
will not come without you. must insist
upon it, spoke decidedly. holding out
my hanl at the same time to assist her:
the coachman was in a hurry; and the
next instant the lady and her child
were seated beside me. The guard
threw them an extra top coat he had stow
ed away in the boot | buttoned them
both up in it. and under the shelter of
my umbrella, they were comparatively
comfortable | could not help wonder
ing who my companions were; but the
severity of the storm prevented much
conversation; the chili. being wrapped
up warmly fell asleep. and The mamma
seemed inclined to be silent.
On arriving OF ElgiD about seven
o'clock, the lady expressed a wish 10 pro.
cure private lodging; insisted on ac
companying her in search; 80 giving her
my arm. and my hand TO the little girl.
sailed forth with my new acquaintances.
and soon had the satisfaction Of seeing
them comfortably established in two very
neat apartments. then took my leave,
without even knowing the name Of those
for whom was so interested. bat not
without obtaining permission to wait up
on them tho following morning. Siun
iering bnck TO my hotel. | was attracted by
the exhibition OF bill in n shop window.
announcing the opening OF n theatre. l,
Instantly struck mo that nv roadside
friends must be par, OF the "corp, diam II,
iq1e." The season was 10 commence on
The following night with the comedy of
the provoked Husband" Indy Grace by
Mrs Brockloy; the song Of Over the
Mountain and Over ,he Moor, between
the play and farce. by Miss Brockley.
fcl, strong presentiment that these were
my new friends: nnd recollecring how
successful had beon in private theatricals
when with my regiment. | wondered TINT
the idea Of trying the stage had not oc
CARED to me. Here. however was an op
portuhitv, and resolved on offering my
services 20 The Manager for an appearance
or two, my future engagement! to depend
upon my success. The thought was ex-
hilera,ing;and my dreams were filled with
visions of surprising Kemble. and acting
in London under my own name, TO the
infinite modification Of my proud rcla
tives.
Mex, day. m,de my promised call
but WINS informed that the lady and little
girl were gone to rehersal. | was tight
then--she was an actress. lel my card.
intimating that would take the liberty
of calling n, an earlier hour on the fol.
lowing morning. OF course. that night
went to The theatre, neat. temporary
place, fitted up in the town hall and took
my seat in what were called the boxes.
which were the front benches par,,ionei
off from the rest. The comedy com memo.
ed, and enter Lady Grace--the identical
person whom had buuoned up in the
guards top coat of many capes! Her ap
pearance and manner were admirably
suited to the chara cier; she was evidently
gentlewoman, Indeed there was much
good acting in the play; at the conclusion
Of which. the curtain was again drawn up
the orchestra played the symphony, nni
The little girl. for whom Sd many had
been Interested on her weary way in the
snow storm. came forward to sing. She
was tho very porsona;ion Of Little Rod
R:dnghood wearing short red cloak.
and her beautiful little feet bare. How
picturesque she looked! The auien:e
tlIO 'OCdiioI Will SllIuIS!-
asm. Her sweet voice; joined 10 the sim.
pie words of her sopg-
Over the mouhtoin. and over the moor,
Hungry md barefoot wander foil ,rn;
My father is dead, and my mother is poor,
And she weeps for the days tl,et can never re-
turn:
then her beseeching manner. with clasp.
Cd hands, as she finished the verse;
PITY. kind gentlefolks. friends to hu nlaniiy;
Cold bows the wind and the nights coming on,
Give me some food for my mother, in charity;
Give me some food, and then I'll be gone.
was so full of pathos--so. to me. descriptive
oil the child's real situation, that /. with
the res. of the audience, was completely
carried out of the mimic SC enc, and she
concluded her song amid a shower Of sill.
yer. This was scarcely p,rdonable, bu,
it was irresistible. In my after acqualn-
tance with Mrs. Brockley. often en;reat.
ed her to lot Winny sing that song on the
stnge again; but her honest. independent
pride would never consent to it--sho had
not calculated on such result. Next
morning, spent n pleasant hour with
Mrs Brockley and her little daughter, and
escorted them to rehearsal. when seht in
nv nrd 10 the m1nopar ol.toiri nm in