Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1856-02-28

had devoted himself misfortunes cal
IF thick and fast upon him. He fou
Is himself left with scarcely any propt
ty, and alone in the world, save
;. two lovely daughters.
y AS year after year passed away
i grew steadily in the confidence Of b
. . employer, who felt, though be said
: not, that in him he possessed a trea
!. ure.
lf Very little, indeed, was said by e
E ther of them not connected with tt
:, routine Of business, and there ha
been no intercourse whatever betwee
+ them, save in the counting-room.-
; Thus six years went by, towards tn
close of which period old Mr.. Breme
, was found looking with much fequen
, cy and earnestness at the young maj
before him. Something was evident
, ly brewing in that old head. Wha
could it be? And then, too, at hom,
he looked so cnliously. The Irisl
servant was puzzled. Sure sale
James, something's coming An.
ME, too, was somewhat perplexed, fol
those looks dwelt much on her.
! 'What is it, father?' she said to him
one morning at the breakfast table,
as he sat gazing steadfas.ly in heI
face; what is it? Do tell me-
i wish you'd have him. burst forth
like an avalanche. known him for
six years-true as ledger-a gen.
tleman--real sensible man-don't talk
much-regular as a clock prime for
business--worth his weight in gold.
Have who, father? What are you
talking about?'
My head clerk, Copaland-you
don't know him I do--haven't seen
anybody else worth an old quill
Annie was puzzled. She laugh
ed, however, and said:
Marry my fathers clerk! what
would people say?'
'Humbug, child, allhumbug-worth all
forty of your whiskered, lounging, Ia
zy gentry; say what they please; what
do | care?' what's money after all;
got enough Of fit--want sensible man;
want somebody to take care of it; all
humbug.'
whats all humbug, father?'
why, peoples notions on these
matters--Copeland is poor-so was I
once--may be again; worlds full Of
changes-seen a great many of them
in my day-can't stay here long
got to leave you, Annie-wish you'd
like him.
Father, are you serious?'
Serious, child!' And he looked so.
Annie was chip of the old block;
a strong minded, resolute girl. A
new idea seemed to sttike her.
Father, if you are really serious in
this matter I'll see this Copeland; III
get acquainted with him. If he likes
me, and | like him, I'll have him.
But be shall love me for myself alone;
I must know it.. Will YOU leave the |
matter to me?'
GO ahead, my child, and do as
you like. Good morning
Stop moment, father. I shall
alter my name little; I shall appear
to be a poor girl, companion of our
friend, Mrs. Richards, in H.
street; she shall know the whole affair;
you shall call me by my middle name,
l shall be a relative ofyours;
you shall suggest the business to Mr..
as you call him, and ar
range for the first interview. The
rest will take care of ITSELF
81 see, l see, and one OF those rare
smiles Illuminated his whole face. It
got between his lips, parted
them asunder, glanced upon a set of
,eeth but little the worse for wear,
md was resting there when he left the
house for his counting-room. The
twilight of that smile was not yet gone
ghen be reached the well known spot,
md bowed and looked good morn.
ng' to those in his employ, for old {
Paul was, after his fashion, polite |
nan. On the morning Of that day
what looks were directed to our friend 8
Charles; so many, so peculiar, so full {
f something, that the head clerk {
,ould not but notice them, and that t
90 with some alarm. What was
At last the volcano burst
orth: t
copeland, my good fellow, why {
lon't you get a wife?' 9
Had a thunderbrlt fallen at his
eet he could not have been more /
stounded. Did Mr. Brennan say that t