The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-03-08
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Fin -sl3Hr3i coNcLuDED] saarqga ! alf
"I. see, Tsee,' ana one of those rare smiles
Illuminated his whole face. 1t actually got
between his lips parted them asunder, glanced
upon set Of teeth but little the worse for
wear, and was resting there when he left the
1house for the eotinting-roonl The twilight
/ of that smile was not yet gone when he
ireached the well-known spot, and bowed and
looked good morning. to those in his employ,
for cid Paul was after his. fashion, polite
man. On the morning of that day what looks
fwere directed to our. friend Charles 80 many,
50 peculiar, and 50 full Of something, that the
head clerk could not but notice them, and
that too with some alarm. What was coming?
/ At last the volcano burst forth.
87 Copeland, my good fellow, why don't you
iget wife0' .a SEQ sEsa s-aruHIE t4ef.lE O..
Had thunderbolt fallen at his feet he
ic5uld not have been more astounded. Did
I Mr.. Bremen say that, and in the counting
room, too? The very ledger seemed to blush.
at the introduction dof such subect1 He
for the first time made a blot on the fair page
before him.
'Lsay--why don't you get wife?-know
just the thing for you-prime article-poor
1enough, TO be sure1what cf that?-a fortune
lin 4 wife, your know--a sert of relation of
mine--den't want to NEEDLE with other pee-
pies attalrs--bnow your own business best--
emit help thinking you'll be happier--must
see herbs 'is-
Now, the fact scthat Charles had for some
timerpast though so himself; but how the old
man should completely divine his feelings was
1quite puzzle to him. In the course of the
day note was put into Mr.. Brenen's hand
4 by James, his Irish servant, the contents of
whichproduced another grim sort of smie.
When the moment for his return home ar.
rived, Mr.. B. handed a sealed document of
rather imposing form to Charles, saying,
"GopeIand, you win obhge me by leaving
THAT at No 81, IL street. Place it only in
the hands of the person to whom it is directed
I--don't want to trust to any one else.,a
iFhe clerk saw en- the outside, "Mrs. Rich
IarCs, No. 67, H street" The door bell
was rung The servant ushere Copeland in
to SMALL neat parlor, where sat lady appa-l
Erently twenty-five or thirty years of age, plain
lily dressed, engaged in knitting stocking
/ Oar friend bowed and inquired for Mrs. Rich
lartls Hfes 1eG e T9u el5 t4guott 29T5aan1'
'She is not in, but is expected presently;
will you be seated?' .5 -a,1aT -if uerl1
There was an eas and quietness, and an air
of selfcommand about this person which to
Copeland seemed peculiar. He felt casey at
once, (you alwaysdo with such people, made
tsome common place remark, which was imme-
Idiately responded to; then another, and soon
fthc conversation grew. 50 interesting that Airs.
I Richards was nearly forgotten. Her absence
! was strangely protraeted, but at length she
made her appearance, The document was pre-
scented. a glance at the outside. "a r
p ''Mr. Copeland" "a sas igs4f s4 e9ead
L. Charles bowed. ,.-rit .g-rf.rr -~f 81 & 5z..-r
"Miss Peyton." The young lady bowed; and
thus they were introduced. There was no
particular reason for remaining longer and our
friend departed - IN '' y -
j 'Ehat night Annie said to Mr.. B, "rlikc his
Happearance, father.''msn sd5 idpUodt sH szgG
/ Forward march, said old Paul.. and
ltioh.
7 .'The 6uld mans as swate Tonight as new
pertate," said James to the cookie ai yi9a0.
:, The next day Charles came very near wri-
ting scg cral times, $40 Miss Peyton, Dr. p as
he WAS making out some bills of merchandise
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Delivered the. papers last night?' da.aH
Copeland lowed hGE sw7G i4 mfib9m
Mrs Richards is an old dfriend--humbIe in
icircumstances-the young lady, Peyton, worth
1her weight in gqld.any day-5have her myself
IA colti1'f .5ssdto 1aomn au oi saa14 ~
i How mnch you remind me ofMr. Bremen,
lsaid Charles to Annie one evening; 81 think
], You said you were relation of his?"r .fr--
I am related to him through my mother, .
was the grave reply.
4 Mrs Richards turned away to conceal a
smile. q u al5 a sA's9 4
Somewliatlater than usual that day Annie
reached her fathers house. There was nc
Imistakingl the expression Of her countenance
Happiness was plainly written there 79as1a
Z II see, see,' y said the old man, 'the account
is cIesed-zbo6Ns balanced-have it all through
-Inow in short order. You are a sensible girl
mo foolish puss-zust what I yant--bless you
! Echild, bless you"
The next day Paul came, for almost the
first time in his life, rather late to his count
ling room Casks and boxes seemed to be
Staring with wonder. l - +, '-...
! .C65eIahd, YOU are a fine faIlow-heard
j from Mrs. Richards proposal 70 my relation
IPeyton all right-done up well. Come e
: ImY house this eYening-neyer been there yet
ieh?-8 O'Clock precisely--want to see you
.'fgot something to say.'iTaeI sl- lo 500 90 17s
+ Glow much iAsterest he seems to take ir
s this natter" said Charles. "Hes a kind old
!. fellow in his way; a1ttle rousB but good. i al
heart..'' -
i ! Yes, Mr.. Charles Copeland, even kinder
: that you think for. ..s....s..5f ,.o,l,.l
2 Af8 o'clock precisely, the door bell Of Mr.
!. Bremans mansion rung. Mr.. Charles Cope
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