The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-03-21


In the course of the dly a note was put
into Mr., Breamen's hands by James,
his Irish servant, the contents of which
produced another grim smile. When
the moment for his return home arrived,
Mr. b handed sealed document Of
rather imposing form to Charles, say
ing:
Copeland, you'll oblige me by leav-
ing that at No. P--street. Place
it in tho hands of her to whom it is di-
rected don't want to trust it to any
one clse.'
The clerk saw on the outside, Mrs
Richards, No, 67 Ii H--street, the
door bell was rung. The servant
ushercd Copeland into a small neat par
lor where sat a lady apparently twenty
five or thirty years of age, plainly dress
ed engaged in knitting a stocking. Our
friend bowed, and enquired for Mrs.
Richards.
She is not in but is expected pres
emily will you be seated = There
} was an ease and quietness and an air of
self command a out this person, which
seemed peculiar to Copeland. He felt
at case at once, (you always do with
such people, made some common place
remark, which was Immediately rcspon-
dsd to, thea another; and soon the con-
vcrsation grew so interesting that Mrs.
Richards was nearly forgotten, Her
absence was strangely protracted, but
at length she made her appearance,
The document was presented; glance
at the outside.
Mr.. Copeland'' Charles bowed.
Miss Peyton.' The young lady
bowed and thus they were introduced.
There was no particular reason for re-
naming any longer and our friend took
his departure.
That night Annie said to Mr.. b., 4
like his appearance, father
Forward march y said old Paul,
and he looked at his daughter with vast
satisfaction.
The ould mans as swate tonight as
i new poratec,' said James to the cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came
very near writing several times, Miss
Pey ton Dr. as he was making out some
bills of merchandise sold.
delivered the paper last evening"
Copeland bowed
Mrs Richards is an old friend-
humble in circumstancrs-the young
lady Pcyton-worth her weight in
Id any doy--would have her myself
if could
! How much you remind me of Mr..
b. said Charles one evening to Annie !;
I | think you said you were relation OF
| his :;
Il am a relative of his through my
MOTHER was the grave reply.
Mis-. Richards turned away to con-
ceal smile.
Somewhat later than usual on that
day, Annie reached her fathers house.
There was no mistaking tho expression
o: her countenance. Happiness was
written there.
4 see, scc,' said the old man, 'the
account is closed, books balanced, have
it all through now in short order You
are a sensible girl no foolish puss /;
bless you child, bless you
The next day Paul came, for almost
the first time in bis life, rather late to
his countipg-room. Casks aud boxes
seemed to be starting with wonder.
Copeland, you are a fine fellow
heard from Mrs. Richards; proposal
TO my relation, Peyton all right
done up we'll.
Come to my house this evening; neve,
been there yet before, eh eight O'Clock
precisely want to see you got some
thing to say
How much interest he seems to TAX
in this natter said Charles. He's
kind old fellow in his way a littl
rough, but good at heart
t Yes, Mr.. Copeland, even kinder thai
you think for.
r At eight o'clock precisely, the doc
I bell Of Mr.. Breamen's mansion rung
Mr.. Charles Copeland was ushered il
by friond James Old Paul took hin