Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1855-04-12


was painful one; and with true kind
ness she ceased to make any inquiries in
reference to il.
a, the close of long. bright summer
day. rather more than. two years after
Adelaide became q mem her Of Mrs. Els
wortl's family. she satwith that lady and
her children 10 the pail Tor OF the beautiful
little CO ttage that Mr.. Ellsworth had cho-
sen for their residence while in Epgland.
1t was quiet. home-hke room--not
100 elegant Tor comfors. nor too stylish
for ease and freedom. Frank, il he pleas
ed. nigh, bring his Tiny boat. and 81, on
The carpet while he mendei the rudder-
no fear OF frowns if he did make a few
chips; and Amy might convert the otto
man into a couch for her wax baby, with
GU, mourning any danger Of a lecture.
Mrs Ellsworth was reading, and Ger
trude, the eldest daughter-a sweet girl
of about fifieen--was seated al the piano,
warbling song after song as carelessly.
and seemingly. with as little effort as n
bird.
Adelaide SAT by the window-he work
had falleu upon her lap-her eyes were
fixed upon The golden clouds Of sunset.
but her thoughts were far away-with
her husband. She wondered If he ever
thought of her--if the pas, haunted him
as il did her; then, as the glow faded and
the clouds became gray ana sombre, she
pictured 10 herself pail and coffin; and
then again wonders ed if he were living
Ii he were not, he knew not how we'll,
how truly she had loved him. Death was
nothing when compared with their es
trangemen,-and she found almost pleas
ure in the thought.
Gertrude. do sing Sweet Home
will your Oh. am so glad we are go.
ing back--are n; you. Amy?" asked
Frank, as he threw away his boat. 1t
was too dark to SEE any longer.
81 don't know any thing about any
home bu, this" replied little Amy. land
it is worry pleasant here
What. don't remember any thing about
Am erica--nnd are no, glad TO 60 back?''
Oh. bu; iurgot. you are only girl,
said Master Frank, with a very percerti
bic sheer at the idea of girls patriotism;
but, hush Gertrude is singing"
Just as the last strains OF the familiar
air died away they heard the sound OF
footsteps on the. gravel-walk.
There, father has GOMEZ know his
STEP" cried Amy, as she sprung to the
/! was "fa lher." and his pockets were
crammed full Of papers. magazines, and
letters.
1.-The steamer has come IN. and we have
more than our usual allowance Of good
lhings,'' he said, after the usual greetings
were exchanged and calling for lights,
he began to relieve himself of his vel
come burden.
There was nothing for Adelaide, oil
course; and taking up magazine, she
cut the leaves, and was soon absorbed IN
its iacina;ing contents. Her new friends
had al first thought very strange that
Mr.. Allen had no corresponds MS; 6ui as
they became more intimately acquainted.
Adelaide told Mrs. Ellsworth ii,tle--o
very little of her hsiory--yet enough &c
satisfy her.
Mr.. and Mrs Ellsworth and Gertrude
were busy with their letters. and Frank
and Amy amused themselves with the
pictures. At last Mr.. Ellsworth broke the
silence.
"See here. Mary-here is something
that will interest you. Mrs. Willis
Fletcher, If not friend of yours, was a
friend Of one Of your friends. wasn't she?'
His wife threw aside her own letters
and leaning on the back OF his chair look
ed over his shoulder, and read aloud.
~ forget half that write you, my
dear friend. and have forgotten. also
whether our townsman, Willis Fletcher
Esq, is on acquaintance Of yours, bu
yol must know him by reputation. a
least. Did ever write you any thing
about his wile's desertions She left hin
about the time you went to England. ane
has not Seen heard Of since. For severa
months after her disappearance, Mr.
Fletcher Travelled from one state 10 an
other, ostensibly in search Of health ant
amusement, blu, in reality striving TO dis
cover some trace OF his lost wife. The
strangest thing Of al: is, that though ht
has always been considered stern, proud
man. he never seemed to be at oil cnrpg
ed at his wife's leaving him. and would no
suffer the least shadow Of blame TO at
iach itself ia her. lie told his friends
he has no relatives-that there had beer
error on both sides. but that her desertiol
was entirely his own fault. Well. abou
a year ago he returned. with the weigh
of q settled grief crushing him to the yer,
dust; his wife herself would hardly hav,
known him. He gave up all hopes o
finding the lost one. and, apparently
merely to change the current of his iho'ts
plunged headlong into business. Ever.
one predicted the result. He was wild
reeklessly so in his pecuniary ventures
and last week he failed. 1t is said he ha
lost every thing and must begin the worl'
anew. Melancholy-is nj in"
1T is a very sad affair. indeed" sal,
} Mrs. Ellsworth, as she finished reading. -
81 feel greatly indebted to Mrs. Fletcher
for it was by her that We were directe,
to Mrs. Allen. never heard Of an,
! trouble between Mr.. and Mrs. Fletche
did you, Mrs. Allen9" she inquired
turning toward Adelaide as she asked tn
; question.
4 With an exclamation Of surprise sh
soranc forward lyon ara very iii Mrs