Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1856-03-27


in wife, you know-a sort of relation of
mine-don't want to meddle with other
peoples affairs-know your own business
best-can't help thinking you'll be happier
must see her"
Now the fact is that Charles had for some
time past thought so himself; but how the
old man should so completely divine his
feelings was quite puzzle to him. In the
course of the day a note was put into Mr..
Breman's hands by James, his Irish SER
want, the contents of which produced anoth
er sort of grim sort Of smile. When the
moment for his return home arrived, Mr..
Brennan handed a sealed document of rath-
er imposing form to Charles, saying:
''Copeland, you'll obligc me by leaving
that at No 81 IL street. Place it only
in the hands of the person to whom it is di
rected, 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 sung.
The servant ushered Copeland into a
small neat parlor, where sat lady appar-
emily twenty-five or thirty years, plainly
dressed, engaged in knitting stocking
Our friend bowed and inquired for Mrs.
Richards.
''She is not in, but is expected present.
ly; will you be seated?'
There was an ease and quietness, and an
air of self-command about this person which
seemed peculiar to Copeland. He felt at
ease at once (you always do with such peo-
pie, } made some commonplace remark, which
was Immediately responded to; then anoth-
er and soon the conversation grew SO inter-
esting that Mrs. Richards was nearly for
gotten. Her absence was strangely pro-
tracted, but at length she made her appear
ance. The document was presented. A
glance at the outside.
''Mr Copeland" Charles bowed.
Miss Peyton." The young lady bow
ed; and thus they were introduced There
was no particular reasons for remaining long
er, and our friend took his departure.
That night, Annie said to Mr.. Brennan,
I like his appearance, father.
Forward-march," old Paul, and he
ivvhvyf Il, ms ,,aughtcr ,ir-vast patistac-
ton"
1 he Olu mail dS SWdlC W nlSIlC ttS d
new potato" said James to the cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came very
near writing several times to Miss Peyton,
Dr., as he was making out some bill of
sold.
'sDelivcred the paper last EVENING""
Copeland bowed.
s'NIrs Richards is an old friend-Lumble
in circumstances-the young lady, Peyton,
worth her weight in gold any day-havc
her myself if l could"
GLOW much you remind me of Mr.. Bre-
man." said Charles one evening to Annie
Il think you said you were a relation of
his %
Il am related to him through my moth
er," was the grave reply.
Mrs. Richards turned away to conceal
smile.
Somewhat later than usual on that day
Annie reached her fathers house. There
was no mistaking the expression Of her
countenance. Happiness was plainly written
there.
81 see, [ sec," said the old man; ssthe
account is closcd-books balanced, have it
all through now in short order You are
sensible girl, no foolish puss, just what I
wish, bless you child, bless you"
The next day Paul came, for almost the
first time in his life, rather late to his count
ing room. Casks and boxes seemed to be
with wonder.
copeland, you are fine fellow, heard
from Mrs. Richards, proposal to my rela-
ton Peyton, all right, done up well. Come
to my house this evening, never been there
yet, ? 8 o'clock precisely, got something to
say"
'sHow much interest he seems to take in
this matter, said Charles. ''He's kind
old fellow in his way; little rough, but
good at heart"
Yes, Mr.. Charles Copeland, even kinder
than you think for.
At eight o'clock precisely the door bell OF
Mr.. Breman's mansion rung. Mr.. Charles
Copeland was ushered in by friend James:
Old Paul took him kindly by the hand, and
turning around abruptly, introduced him to
my daughter, Miss Annie Peyton Bre-
man." and Immediately withdrew
Charles, you will forgive me this 2" He
was too much astonished to make any reply:
eff you knew all my motives and feelings |
am sure you would
The motives and feelings were soon ex-
planned to his entire satisfaction no one will
doubt.
copeland, my dear fellow" shouted old
Paul, as he entered the room, t'no use in
long engagement.
90, father"
''No use, say; married now-get ready
next Monday evening. who
cares! want it over; feel settled. Shan't
part with Annie though, must bring your
wife here, house rather lonesome; be still,