Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1858-06-30
long-got to leave you, Annie-wish you'd

.ssFather, are you serious?''
ssSerious, child 70 and he looked so.
Annie was chip of the old block; a strong
minded, resolute girl. new idea seemed to
| strike her. os
ssFather, if you are really serious in the
matter, I'll see this Copeland I'll get acqaint-
ed with him. II he likes me, and like him,
I'll have him. But he shall love me for my
| self alone; must know it. Will you leave
| the matter to me 2''
$50 ahead my child, and do as YOU like
| Good morning."
@Stop moment, father. 1 shall alter my
name little; | shall appear to be a poor girl,
a companion OF our friend Mrs. Richards, in
! H street. She shall know the whole affair;
you shall call me by my middle name, Pcyton
shall be a relative of yours; you shall sug-
| gest the business to Mr.. Copeland, as you call
| him, and arrange for the first interview. The
| rest will take of itself.''
81 see, see,'' and 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
| house for his counting room. The twilight OF
| that smile had not yet gone when he reached
! the well known spot, and bowed, and looked
| ''good morning. to those in his employ, for
/ old Paul was. after his fashion a polite man.
! On the morning of that day what looks were
| directed TO our friend Charles; so many, so
| peculiar, full of something, and the head
! clerk could not but notice them, and that, too,
| with some alarm. What was coming At
length the volcano burst forth.
'sCopeland, my good fellow, why don't you
! get wife ~
| Had athunderbolt fallen at his feet he could
not have been more astounded. Did Mr.. Bre-
men say that, and in his counting room too?
| The very ledger seemed to blush at the intro
| duction of such subject, He for the first
/ time made blot on the fair page before him.
81 say-why don't you get wife ?-know
just the thing for you-prime article-poor
| enough to be sure-what of that--a fortune
! in wife, you know--a sort of 4 relation of
mine-don't want to meddlc with other peo-
| ple's affairs, know our own business best-can't
! help thinking you II 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 have OWNED his feelings
| quite puzzle to him. In the course of the
day note was put into Mr. Bremens 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 impos-
| torn to Charles, saying
| copeland, you'll obige me by leaving that
| at No. 67 H#street. Place it in the hands
/ of the person to whom it is directed; don't
/ want 10 trust it to any one else.''
| The clerk saw on the outside, Mrs. Richards,
! No. 67 H-street. The door bell was rung.
! The servant ushered Copeland into small,
| neat parlor, where sat lady apparently TWEEN
| tyfive or thirty years of age, plainly dressed,
engaged in knitting stocking. Our friend
| bowed, and inquired for Mrs. Richards.
s.She is not in, but is expected presently;
| will you be seated 2" There was an ease and
! quietness, and an air of self-comuand about
| this person which seemed peculiar to Cope
| land. He felt at ease at once, (you always do
| with such people,) made some commonplace
! remark which was Immediately responded to
| then another . and the
| SO interesting that Mrs. Richards was nearly
| forgotten. Her absence was strangely pro-
tracted, but at length she made her appear
| ance. The document was presented glance
| at the outside
ssMr. Copeland 70 Charles bowed.
ssMiss Pevton.'' The young lady bowed,
| and thus they were introduced. There was
| no particular reason for remaining any longer,
and our friend took his departure.
| That night, Annie said to Mr.. B., 81 like
| his appearance, fatherr"
| .sForward; march 20 said old Paul, and he
looked at his daughter with vast satisfaction.
ssThe old mans as swate tonight as a new
! poratce," said James TO the cook.
/ The next day Charles Copeland came very
near writing several times,s: Miss Peyton Dr.
as he was making out some bills of merchan-
| disc sold.
s:Delvered the paper last evening ?''
| Copeland bowed.
| ssMrs Richards is an old friend humble ir
circumstances-th young lady, ,Peyton-worth
her weight in gold any day-have her myself
! if I coud.''
! X 81
! ssHow much you remind me Of Mr.. b"
said Charles one evening to Annie; ssl think
| you said you were relation of his ~
| 81 am a relative of his 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 ofhercountenance.
| Happiness was written there.
| .sI see, see,' said the old man; esthe ac-
count is now closed, books balanced, have it
| all through now in short order. You are a
sensible girl-no foolish puss-just what L
want-bIess you, child, bless YOU"
The next day Paul came, for almost the first
time in his life, rather late to his counting
| room. Casks and boxes seemed to be starting
| with wonder.
.sCopeland, you are fine fellow-heard
| from Mrs. Richards-proposal to my relation,
| Peyton-all right-done up well. Come to
my house this evening-neyer been there yet
before, Ell ?-eight O'Clock precisely-want to
see you-got something to say"
ssHow much interest he seems to take in
| this matter,'' said Charles. ssHe's kind old
fellow in his way little rough, but good at
| heart.''
Yes, Mr.. Copeland, even kinder than you
| think for
At eight O'Clock precisely, the door bell of
! Mr. Bremen'S mansion rung- Mr.. Charles
| Copeland was ushered in by friend James.
Old Paul took him kindly by the hand, and
turning round abruptly, introduced him to
ssMy daughter, Miss Annie Peyton Bremen,
and Immediately withdrew.
i ssCharles, will you forgive me this 20 lie
| ,,as too ,nucb asfopished to make any reply.