The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-03-15
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acute senS!Oility, ana pure, correct, lhor pi!ci-
pies.
1t tchanced that one sunny afternoon in Octo-
Der. this uuexccptionable hero of ours was saun-
terinr down Chestnut street, in listcss or rather
unhappy mood his brows lowering, ard his eyes
glancinr about with restless look Of discomfort.
Now, what possible trouble or annoyance could
come nigh so charming and fortunate young
man?
Suddenly he gave an eager look forward, his
eve brirhtcned, lis check flushed, and his step
ouickencd. Sure he could not mistake that
form, that gait, that air; no, it was Clara At
wood She did not see him, or seemed not to
mark him, till they were almost face to E'ce.-
Then she smiled, flushed, and paused moment,
as Morris, lifting his hat, inquired with joyful
air. when she arrived in town.
"Ouly last night" she REPLIED and after few
words more, passed on.
Miss Atwood was an undeniabie beauty, and
belle of much celebrity. Her taste in dress
was exquisite, though rather on the magnificent
order. She had many accomplishments a keen
wit, and some genius, so it is little wonder that
as FIR as she had revealed herself, she had been
enchanting to the poctcal and somewhat inn
prcssiblc Albert Morris. 1t was spring when
they first met, and before they both left the city
for the summer dreams, womdrous pleasant, in
which the peerless belle always appeared, be-
came pcrilouSly frequent with him.
And Miss Atwood Why she smiled sweet
" on all he said or did, aud bent herself towards
him slightly-vcry slightly-irom the pedestal
of her pride. With most comfortable faith in
her own irresistibcncss. she evidently considered
the heart of every man she met as a kind of fruit,
very ripe and very soft and only waiting the
least possible shake on her rar, to fill into her
hand, or at her feet.
But let us return to tLat walk Of our hero 5
down CheSnut street.
His heart filled with indcscribahlc emotion, he
invountarilv turned his head 10 look after the
fair lady. As he did so, he remarked that rs
she swept along with her half-nonchaklnt, half
naughty gait the fringe Of her rich mantiIIa
cau~ht on the edge of basket borne by poor
old woman who was hobblinr along with a
crutch. The basket was filed and piled up with
large oranges; and, is Miss Atwood gave an i'm
patient pull to cxtricatc the fringe, she half up
set the basket -purposely, it was evident-and
out rolled golden shower of oranges. With no
eyprcssion Of regret. but with frown like mid.
night, and a cool "You should keep out Of the
way" she pushed majestically on, and entered
LEWIS inviting doors. The old woman stood
the image of despair: poor, feeble crittcr, jos
tied bv the fashionable thron~, she could not
help herself in this sad extremity Surprised, in
dimnant, and shocked beyond expression, Mr.
Morris, with one of his quick, humane impulses,
turned back to assist her; but lie was too late,
for slight, graceful figure sprang forward, and
two dear little wlitc-slovcd hands began picking
up the oranges and replacing them in the basket
Of the grateful old dame, and sweet, kind VOICE
said
ooh, do not thank mc--it is nothing" and
then Morris caught 4 glimpse Of Il fair young
face. not beautiful face, but one fresh and sun
nv, and wearing an expression pure and noble,
and good withal. He saw large brown eyes with
soul. and warm red lips tremulous with feeling,
and clear, broad brow, stamped with intellect,
over which waved hair of dark, rich shade
All these he saw underneath 4 little cottage bon
net Of white silk, unadorncd by ribbon, lace or
flowcrs--for the young being before him WAS
that sweetest of imaginable creatures, a pretty
Philadelphia Quakercss.
At that moment the soullcss static Albert
had half dcfed by his admiring homage, fell from
its pedestal, and fair idea Of womanly lowell
ness sanctifcd by goodness, mounted triumph
antly to its place.
Do not condemn my hero, when | say that
he followed at respectful distance behind the
younr QuakcreSs as She walked up Chesnut street,
then turned and passed up Seventh street to
Arch street, and up Arch street almost to Broad
street. Finally, she ran lightly up some dazzling
white marble steps, and entered plain, but cl-
cnant locking mansion. As Morris passed, he
Glanced at the door plate 1t bore his own name
and, with feeling half-plcasarc, hat-pan he
recoectcd that here resided 4 distant relative OF
his fathers. There had once been some differ
ence between the families, and all intercourse
had been long since suspended.
As might have been anticipated, Mr.. Albert
Morris suddenly became an active pcacc-maker
Such cold feeling Of cstrangcmcnt between
those connected by the tics of kindred was un-
natural. unchristian, and ought no longer to cy-
1T Thus he argued until his mother (now Il
widow and his nice, obliyin@ sisters, set forth
on = visit of concation or rather reconciliation.
This was perfcctly successful, and soon the long
frozen tide of social intercourse iloweda again sun
ny and swift. -.
OI, such times as the two families had toecth-
or Such morning walks and rides; and then
such sociablc evening gatherings for all sorts of
innocent and sensible enjoyment. Indeed it was
r'inesoncr and better, and more delightful every
way than can tell.
( surely need not say how glad was Albert in
his heart, when he listened daily to the praises OF