Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1856-04-18

Something was evidently brewing in thai
old head. What could be-? And ther
too. at home ne looked so curiously. The
Irish servant was puzzled: Sure, - said
James, (" something'saconiing." Annie
too, was somewhat 1perplexed. for those
looks dwelt much on her. s,;
"What is it, father ?'' she said TO him
one morning at the breakfast table, as he
sat gazing steadfastly in her face what
is it.? Do tell me-" Atii nj eiAF. srst
81 wish you'd have him. burst forth
like an avalanche. Known him for si1
years true as ledger-a gentleman
real sensible man -he don't talk much
regular as a clock k-prime for business
worth his weight in gold"
Have who. father? What are you
talking about 2" -
'"My head clerk. Copeland-you dom,
know him-I do-havn't seen any body
else worth an old quill"
Annie was puzzled. She laughed.
however, and said
Perhaps he is no better than the
rest"
:" Humbug. child. all humbug; worth
forty Of your whiskered. lounging, lazy
gentry say what they please; what do
care what do you care wants money
after all ? got enough Of it-what sem
sible man-want somebody to take care
of it; allhumbug." ' "i ~
Whats all humbug, father p
Why, peoples notions on these mat
ters- Copeland is poor-so was once
may be again; the world is full of chan>
ges, can't stay her long-got to leave
you, Annie-wish you'd like him. t
I'm serious, childl And he looked
So.
Annie was chip of the old block--a
strong>minded, resolute girl. A new idea
seemed TO strike her.
Father. if you are really serious in
this matter I'll see this Copeland III get
acquainted with him. II he likes me and
| like him, I'll have him. But he shall
love me for myself alone; must know it.
Will you leave the matter to me ?''
g Go ahead my child, aud do as you
like. Good morning"
Stop moment. father. shall alter
my name little ; | shall appear to be a
poor girl, companion of our friend, Mrs.
Richards, in HI street; she shall
know the whole affair. you shall call me
by my middle name Peytou shall be a
relative Of yours, you shall suggest the
business to Mr.. Copeland, as you call him,
and arrange for the first interview. The
rest will take care OF ITSELF"
i see, see," and one of those rare
smiles illuminated his whole face. 1t &c,
tually 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 house for his coun-
ting-room. The twilight of that smile
was not yet gone when he reached the
well known spot. and bowed aud looked
good morning" to those in his employ,
for old Paul, was, after his fashion po-
lite man. On the morning of that day
what looks were directed TO our friend
Charles SO many, SO peculiar. so full ct
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:
Copeland, my good fellow. why don''
you get wife 2"
Had thunderbolt fallen at his feet he
could not have been more astonished.-
Did Mr.. Brennan say that, and in the
counting.room too The very ledger
seemed 10 blush at the introduction o
such subject. He for the first time
made blot on the fair page before him.
say, why don't you get wife 2
Know just the thing for you-prime ari,
clc-poor enough to lie sure-what OF
that-a fortune in wife, you know-a
sort Of relation Of mine don't want tc
meddIe with other peoples affairs-know
your own business best-cnn't help think
ing you'll be hsPpier-must see her"
Now. the fact is that Charles had 70,
some time pas, thought so himself bu
how the old man should so completely di
vine his feelings was quite puzzle tc
him. In the course Of the day note wa,
put into Mr.. Breman's hands by James
his Irish servant, the contents Of which
produced another grim sort of smile.-
When the moment for his return hout
arrived, Mr.. B. handed sealed docu.
met Of rather imposing form 20 Charles
saying
. Copeland. you'll oblige me by leav,
ing that at No. 67, H street. Place
it only in the hands of the person to WHOM
it is directed-don't want 10 trust it Il
any any one else"
The clerk saw on the outside. Mrs
Richards. No. 81. H street. The
door bell was rung. The servant usher,
ed Copeland into small neat parlor
where sat lady apparently twenty Eve
or thirty years of age. plainly dressed
engaged in knitting stocking. oul
friend bowed and inquired for Mr.. Rich
ards.
81 She is netin. but expected presently
will you be seated ?
There vas an ease and quietness. .nt
an air Of self-command about this persot
which seemed peculiar TO Copeland. H.
felt at ease at once. you always do viii