The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1853-09-02
A LOVE EPISODE,
which 1mparteth Good Moral.

Which Imparteth Good Moral.
ALBERT MoKRIs was young Phi|a-
delphian, of family, wealth, fine talent,
considerable beauty, and with all these,
an homes, and feeling heart, acute scnsi-
billty, and pure, correct moral principles.
1t Glanced thai one sunny afternoon
in O;tuber, this unexcep,ionable hero
Of ours was saunlering down Chestnut
street, in a lis'less or rather unhappy
mood, his brow lowering, and lis eyes
glancing about with restless look of dis.
content. Now what possible trouble or
annoyance could come nigh 50 forum tie
and charming young man.
Suddenly ho gazes an eager look for
war,l, his eyes frightened, his cheek
A ished, and his step quckened. Surely
he could not mistake that foFm, tha, g,it,
that air--no, ii was Clara Atwood She
did not see him, or seemed not to mark
him till they were almost face 10 face.
Then she smiled, blushed, aud pnused
m ,menl, as M,rris, lifting his hat,
inquired with joyful air, when SHE
a :ived in town.
"only las, night" she replied, and after
few more words, pissed on.
Miss Atwood was an undeniable 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, aud some
genius, go il is little wonder that as far as
she had revealed herself, she had been
enchanting to the poeiical and somewhat
repressible Albert Morris. 1t was
spring when they first met, and before
they both left the city for tie summer
dreams, wonderous pleasant, in which
the peerless belle always appeared, be-
came periious!y freqncn, with him.
Aud Miss Atwood? Why, she 'miled
sweelly on ali he said or did, and BEN
herself toward him slightly-very slight
ly, from the pedestal Of her pride. Will
most comfortable faith in her own ire
sistiLlcness, she ever considered the hear
Of every mnn she met as kind Of fruit
very ripe, and very soft, and only waiting
the leHst possible shake on her part, II
fall into her hand or OF her feet.
But let US return 10 that walk Of ou
hero's down Chestnut Street.
Ills heart was filed with indescribab!'
emotion, he involun,arily turned his heat
TO look after the fair lady. As he did 81
he remarked that IS she swept along will
her half noucholant, half naughty gait
the fringe Of her rich mantle caugh, OF
the edge of bNske. borne by a poor olt
woman who was hobbling with crulch
The basket was filled aud piled up will
large oranges, and as Miss Atwood gave
on impatient pull 10 exlficaie the fringe
she half upset the basket-purposely i
was evidenl--and out rolled COLDER
shower of oranges. With no expression
Of regret, but with frown Ike midnight
and a cool '.You should keep out Of th'
way" che pushed majes,ically. ant
entered Levy's inviting doors. The oil
woman stood the image OF despair;
poor, feeble creature, jostled by tho fash
ionable ihrong, she could not help her
self in this sad extremity. Surprised
indignant, and shocked beyond expres
sion, Morris, with one of his quick
humane impulses, turned back TO assis
her; but he was too late, for a pligh
graceful figure sprang forward, and iw'
dear little while glosed hands begal
picking up the oranges and replacing
them in the basket of the grateful cl,
dame, and sweet, kind voice said--
30, DO not thank met is no,hing!
and then Morris caught a glimpse Of
fair young face, not beautiful face, bu
one fresh and sunny, and wearing al
expression pure and noble, and goo'
withal. He saw large brown eyes fille'
with soul, and warm, red lips, tremulou