Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-02-18

Just the thlng Tor you-prlme artlcle-pOCT
enough TO be sure-whst OF that-a fortune in
wife, you know-a sort Of relation Of mine
don't want 10 meddle with other peoples
snalrs-know your own business best-can't
her,
Now the fact is that Charles had for some
time past thought so himself: but how the cd
man should 80 completely divine his feelings
was quite a puzzle to him, In the course Of
the day note was put into Mr.. Brennan.
hands oy James, bis Irish servant, the contents
(Which produced another grim sort of a smile
when the moment for his return home arrived.
Mr.. b. handed sealed document Of rather
imposing form to Charles, saying:
Copeland, you ii oblige me by Leaving
that at No. 81, H street Place /, only in
the hands Of the person to whom il is directed
don't want to trust it to any one else"
The clerk saw on the outside, Mrs Rich
ards, No. 81, H street. The door bell was
rung. The servant ushered Copeland into
small neat parlor, where sat LADY apparently
twenty or thirty years Of age, plainly
dressed, engaged in knitting a stocking. Our
friend bowed and inquired for Mrs Richards
I" She is not in, but expected presently;
will you be seated ?''
There was an ease and quietness, and an air
OF Selt-command about this person which
seemed peculiar to Copeland. he felt at case
at snce, (you always do with such people ,
male some common place remark, which was
immediately responded TO then another; and
soon the conversation grew SO interesting that
Mrs. Richards was nearly forgotten. Her alb
sence was strangely protracted, but at length
she made her appearance. The document
was presented A glance at the outside.
:" Dir Copeland" Charles bowed.
" Miss Peyton" The young lady bowed.
And thus they were introduced There was
no particular reason for remaining any longer,
nd nnr fria
That night Annie said to Mr.. B., "I like
his appearance, father"
" "FOrward-march," said old Paul, and be
looked at his daughter with vast satisfaction.
" The old mans as swate tonight as q new
potato, I" said James to the cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came very
near writing, several times" To Miss Pey
ton, De- as he was making out somo bills #
merchandise sold.
:. Delivered the paper last evening""
Copeland bowed
Mrs. Richards is an old friend-humble in
circumstances; the young lady Peyton worth
her weight in gold any day-have her myself
if could"
"How much you remind me Of Mr.. Bre
man. said Charles one evening 10 Annie A"
think you said you were a relation Of his'''
81 am related to him through my mother
was the grave reply
Mrs Richards turned away 10 conceal
smile.
Somewhat later than usual on that day
Annie reached her fathers house There was
no mistaking the expression Of her cOunte-
nance. Happiness was very plainly writtea
there.
81 see, see" said the old man; " the ac
count is clOsed-bookS balsnced-hsve it all
through now in short order. You are a sensi-
BILE girl-n9 foolish puss-iust what 1 wish
bless you child, bless youn
The next day Paul came, for almost the
first time in his life, rather late TO his count.
ing-ro0m. Casks and boxes seemed 20 be
starting with wonder.
Copeland, you arc a fine fellow-heard
from Mrs. .Rlchards-propossl to my relation
Peyton-all right-done up we'll. Come TO NV
house this evcning-never been there yet,
eh Eight o'clock precisely-wsnt to see
you-got something to say
- How much interest he seems to take in
this matter" said Charles. He's a kind
old fellow in his way; a little rough, but good
at heart
Yes, Mr.. Charles Copeland, even kinder
than you think for.
At s o'clock precisely the door bell Of Mr.
Brennan mansion rung. Mr.. Charles Cope
laHd was ushered in by friend James Old
Paul took him kindly by the hand, and turn
ing around abruptly, introduced him to Ny
daughter, Miss Annie Peyton Brennan, and
Immediately withdrew.
"Charles, you will forgive me this? ?'' He
was too much astonished TO make any reply
" If you knew all my motives and feelingsI
am sure you would" "
That the motives and feelings were soon ex-
planned to his entire satisfaction no one will
doubt
Copeland, my dear fellow" shouted old
Paul, as ne entered the room, " no use in long
engagement"
"Oh fatheri"
mo use, say married now-get ready
afterwards; next Monday evening! who oares1
Want it over; feel settled. Shsn't part with
Annie, though, must bring your wife here,
house rather lonesome; he still, no words,
must have il SD; partner in business Bremen
d Copeland got the papers all drawn up to-
day; can't alter it. Be quiet will you won't
stay in the room2"
have now finished my story, reader; /
have given you The facts. / cannot say, how
ever, that approve of the deception prac.
ticed upon our friend Charles. As, however,
our Lord commended the unjust steward be-
cause he acted wisely" so L suppose the good
sense shown by the young lady In choosing
husband for the sake Of what he was, and not
for the sake Of what he might have possessed,
merits our appreciation. Ii is not every one
who has moral courage enough to step out Of
the circle which surrounds the wealthy, and
seeks for those qualities Of mind and heart
which the purse can neither give nor take
away.