Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-04-01

to which he had devoted himself, misfortune
came thick and fast upon him. He found
himself left with scarcely any property, and
alone in the world, save his only two
daughters.
AS year after year passed away, he grew
steadily in the confidence Of his employer
who felt, though he said it not, that in him
he possessed treasure.
Very little indeed was said by either Of
them, not connected with the routine of bu.
siness, and there had been no intercourse
whatever between them, save in the count
ing room. Thus six years worthy, towards
the close of which period old Mr.. Bremen
was found looking with much frequency and
earnestuess at the young woman before him ;
something was evidently brewing in that old
head. What could it be? And then, too,
he looked so curiously. The Irish servant
was puzzled. "Sure," said James, "some-
thing is coming" Annie, too, was some
what perplexed, for those looks dwelt much
on her.
"What is it father?" she said to him one
morning at the breakfast table, as he sat
gazing steadfastly in her face; edo tell me-"
az wish you'd have him." burst forth
like an avalanche. "Know him for six
years-true as ledger-a gentleman-real
sensible-don't talk much-regular as clock
work-prime for business his weight
in gold"
"Have who, father? What are you talk
ing aboutH'
"My head clerk, Copeland-you don't
know him-I do-haven't seen anybody else
worth quill"
Annie was puzzled. She laughed, how
ever, and said
"Marry my fathers clerk what would
people say?'
Humbug, child, all humbug-worth
forty of your whiskered, lounging, lazy gen.
try; say? what they please: what do | care!
what do you care? what's money, after all
got enough of it-want sensible man
want some body to take care of it, all hum
bug"
"What's all humbug, father?"
"Why peoples notions on these matters
Copeland is poor-so was once-may be
again-world's full of changes-seeu great
many of them in my day--can't stay here
long-got to leave you Annie-wish you
would like him."
"Father, are you serious!
"Serious, child" and he looked so.
Annie was chip of the old block; a
strong IN nded, resolute girl. A new idea
seemed to strike her.
"Father, if you are really serious in the
matter, I'll see this Copeland I'll get ac-
quainted with him. If he likes me, and |
like him, I'll have him. But he shall love
me for myself alone; mustkuow it. Will
you leave the matter to me?"
"Go ahead, my child and do as you like.
Good morning"
"Stop moment, father. I shall alter my
name little; shall appear to be poor
girl, companion of our friend Mrs. Rich
ards, in H-street. She shall know the
whole affair; you shall call me by my mid
die name, Payton; l shall be relative of
yours; who shall suggest the business to
Mr.. Copeland, as you call him, and arrange
for the first interview. The rest will take
care of itself"
81 see, I see," and one of those rare
smiles Illuminated his whole face. 1t ac-
tually got between his lips, parted them a
sunder, glanced upon set of teeth but lit
tie 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 we'll known
spot, and bowed and looked "good morning
to those in his employ, for old Paul was,
after his fashion, polite man. On the
morning of that day what looks we're direct.
ed to our friend Charles, so many so pc.
culiar, so full of something, that the head
clerk could not but notice them, and that,
too, with some alarm. What was coming
At length the volcano burst forth.
"Copeland, my good fellow, why don''
you get wife ~
Had a thunderbolt fallen at his feet he
could not have been more astonished. Did
Mr. Bremen say that, and in the counting
room too? The very ledger seemed to blush
at the introduction of such subject He
for the first time made a blot on the fail
page before him.
ii say-why don't you get wife,
know just the thing for you-prime article
poor enough to be sure-what of that-s
fortune in wife, you know-a sort of re-
lation of mine-don't want to meddle with
other peoples affairs, know our own bust
ness best-can't help thinking you'll be hap
pier-must see her."
Now the fact is, that Charles had fol
some time past thought to himself; but how
the old man should have divided his feel
ings was quite a puzzle to him. In the
course of the day note was put into Mr.
Bremen's hands by James, his Irish servant
the contents of which produced another
grim smile. When the moment for his re
turn home arrived, Mr.. B. handed sealee
document of rather imposing form tt
Charles, saying: "Copeland, you'll oblig'
me by leaving that at No. 81 u-street
Place it in the hands of the person to whom
it is direced; don't want to trust it to an.
one else"