The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-04-07

quit England and its natives-les bari
bares!-forever. Every thought OF
madame had reference to this enchant-
ing finale; not a dress did she make,
a bonnet sell, mantle improvise, but
the ''sticking-on" very strong where
she could) bore the desirable end in
view. There had been Mons. Damereau
once upon time. He had something
to do with the theaters, though not in
the way of acting. But he grew too
fond of English porter and of lingering
madame's profits. Madame inveigled
him into q Journey to Paris with her;
let him have his fling little while,
and one fatal morning the poor deluded
man awoke to find that he and his
wife were two; she had obtained a sep
aration from HIM "de corps ct de
biens." Madame returned to England
the same day, and what became OF
him she neither knew nor cared.
We have mentioned a mania that
was riding over the gay world at this
period, chiefly over the male portion OF
1t, the admiration of Oscar Dalrymple's s
wife; we must now confess to another,
which exclusively touches the female.
A love for dress. A wild, rampant,
MOTTO be controlled within any-limit
love for eXtravagant dress. No fever
vet known was like unto it; and Mime.
| Damereau blessed it heartily, and
petted it, and nursed and prayed that
Il would never abate. Few had fallen
into this last mania as had Mrs. Dal-
rymple. Bred up in the country, in
simplicity and comparative seclusion,
London and its attractions had burst
upon her with irresistible power, daz-
zing her judgment and taking captive
her senses. The passion for dress-eX-
ample is so contagious, rivalry so rife
in human heart-seizcd firm hold upon
her; something like another passion
had formerly seized upon and destroyed
her unfortunate brother. Every body
must have pursuit, daily passion
il il may be so expressed; and if they
do not have it they are vapid and indif-
ferent, and protest that the world is
not worth living in. The pursuit may
b. worthy or it may be unworthy; we
don't touch upon that now, but II must
be something. Selma Dalrymple found
hers in the new rush after dress; what
else had she to find it in? Not caring
particularly for her husband (but this
is only between ourselves, mind). no
loved and intimate friends aroused her,
no children, no cherished home occu-
patton; nothing but the worlds hon.
ace, in the ballroom, in the park, in
the home visits. That homage soon
grew very dear, and dress, in her vain
heart, became of it part and parcel
Her carriage stopped at the door Of
Nine. Damereau. Other carriages
also, stopping there, drew aside forlt
and Mrs. Dalrymple descended. Rath
er tall, very elegant, her dress OF lilac
silk, flounced to the waist, became hel
well, and her, rich white lace mantle
became that The Damcreau footmaI
threw open the door tor her and sh'
went up to the showroom. A lady il
plain attire, but than which nothing
could be more rich than the silk mate
rial, with n small cap on her head, o
costly lace, and flying costly strcamer
Of the same, disengaged herself from
group TO whom she was talking, AM
came forward. bowing; such bows tina
only Frenchwoman can achieve.
was Nine. Damereau. A clever
looking woman, with fair skin and
smooth forehead.
What could she have the honor o
doing to-day for Nine DalreempP
Mrs. Dalrymplc scarcely knew. Sh
would walk around first, and see
Was there any thing fresh?
no BE CONTINUED.