Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1849-09-19

was Clara Atwood! She did not see
him, or seemed not to mark him, till
they were almost face to face. Then
she smiled, blushed and paused a
moment, as Morris, lifting his hat,
inquired with joyful air when she
arrived in town.
ssOnly last night" she replied,
and after few words more passed.
Morris, his heart filled with indis-
cribable emotion, involuntarily turn
ed his head to look after her. AS he
did SO he remark ed that, as she swept
along with her half nonehalent, half
naughty gaity, the fringe of her rich
mantilla caught on the edge of a
basket borne by poor old woman,
who was hobbling along with a
erutch. The basket was filled and
piled up with fine oranges, and as
Miss Atwood gave an impatient pull
to extricate the fringe, half upset
this basket-purposely, it was evil
dent-and out rolled the golden
shower of oranges. With no express
sion of regret, but with a frown like
midnight, and cool "You should
keep out of the way!" she passed
majestically into Levy's inviting
doors. The old woman stood the
image of dispair-a poor feeble Grip
pie iostled by the fashionable throng,
she could not help herself in this sad
extremity. Surprised, indignant and
shocked beyond expression, Morris,
with one of his quick, humane i'm
pulses, turned back to assist her,
but he was too late, for slight
graceful figure sprang forward and
two dear little white gloved hands
began picking up the oranges, put
them in the basket of the grateful old
dame, and sweet, kind voice said,
ooh do not thank me it is nothing -
and then Morris caught glimpse of
a fair young face-not a beautiful
face, but one fresh and sunny and
wearing an expression pure and noble
and good withal. He saw large
brown eyes filled with soul, and a
clear broad brow stamped with intel
lect, over which waved hair of
dark, rich shade. All these he saw
underneath cottage bonnet of white
silk, unadorned by ribbon, lace or
flowers, for the young being before
him was that sweetest of imaginable
creatures, Philadelphia Quakeress.
/. At that moment the soulless sta
tute which Albert had half deifed by
his admiring homage, fell from it's
pedestal, and fair ideal of womanly
loveliness, sanctifed by goodness
mounted triumphantly to its place.
Do not condemn my hero when |
say that he followed at respectable
distance behind the young Quakeress
as she walked up Chestnut street,
then turned and passed up Seventh
to Arch almost to Broad. Finally
she ran lightly up some dazz ling
white marble steps, and entered
plain but elegant looking mansion.
As Morris passed he glanced at the
door plate. 1t bore his own name,
he recollected that here resided a
distant relative of his fathers. There
had once been some differences be-
tween the families and all intercourse
had been long since suspended.
AS might have been anticipated,
Mr.. Albert Morris suddenly became
an active peace-maker. Such cold
feelings of estrangement between
those connected by the ties of kim
dred, was unnatural unchristian and
ought no longer to exist! Thus he
argued until his mother, (now a
widow and his nice obliging sisters
set forth on visit of Cancellation or
rather reconciliation. This was per-
fectly successful, and soon the long
frozen tide ofsocial intercourse flow
ed again sunny and swift.
Oh, such times as the two families
had together! Such morning walks
and rides and then such sociable
evening gatherings for all sorts of
innocent and sensible enjoyment
indeed, it was all pleasenter and bet
ter, and more delightful every way
than can tell.
surely need not say how glad
was Albert in his heart when he lis
tened dali to the praise of s.dear,
gifted cousin Annie,'' from his af-
fectionate sisters and enthusiastic
young brothers, and even from his
thoughtful and intelligent mother
All, the little heather divinity's sfairy'
barque sometimes has smooth sailing
say what they will.
1t happened that Annie was deep
In the study of German at that time,
and Albert presently discovered that
he really must rub up his knowledge
Of that grand language. After this,
what enchanted long mornings
what charming jaw dislocating hours
they spent over Goeth, and Ritcher
and Korner and Schlegel, &C., &c.
But the time came when it was
away with these old fellows! and let
the heart sneak throuoh Inns and oyos