Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-10-15

.hing's coming Annie, too, was some f
what perplexed, for those looks dwelt Z
much on her.
What is it, father?' she said to him
one morning at the breakfast table, as he
sat gazing steadily in her face; what is
it? do tell me-
I wish you would have him. burst
forth like an avalanche. Known him
for six years-true as a ledger-don't
talk much-regular as q clock-prime
for business-worth his weight in gold
Have who, father? What are you
talking aboutT
My head clerk. Copeland-you don't
know him-I do-haven't seen anybody
else worth an old 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
gentry; say what they please what do
care? what do you care? ? what's money
after all? got enough of it-want a SEN
sible man-want somebody to take care
of it; all humbug.'
What's all humbug, father ?
Why, peoples notions on these mat
ters-Copeland is poor-so was once
may be again. The worlds full of chan
ges-seen a great many of them in my
day-can't stay here long-got to leave
you, Annie-wish you'd like him.
Father, are you serious
Serious, child P And he looked so.
Annie was chip of the old block-a
, trong-minded, resolute girl. A new idea
seemed to strike her.
Father, are you really serious in this
matter? I'll see this Copeland; I'll get
acquainted with him. If he likes me and
l ike him, I'll have him. But he shall
love me for myself alone; must know
it. viii you leave the matter to me?'
r GO ahead, my child, and do as yor
ike. Good morning.
Stop a moment, father. shall alte,
= my name little; I shall appear TO be (
poor girl, companion of our frien,
Mrs. Richards, in H street; sh
shall know the whole affair; you shal
d call me by my middle name, Peyton;
: shall be relative of yours; you wi
Is suggest the business to Mr.. Copeland a
II you call him, and arrange for the first il
is terview. The rest will take care of i
= self
+ i see, 1 see,' as one of those rar
re smiles illuminated his whole face. 1t al
tuaIly got between his lips, parted theI
as asunder; glanced upon a set of teet
,e but little the worse for wear, and WI
h resting there when he left the house f
his eounting-room. The twilight of th
ut smile was not yet gone when he reacht
the well known spot, and bowed, az
RI looked good morning to those in his eI
ploy, for old Paul was, after his fashio
ty polite man. On the morning of tn
day what looks were directed to O.
friend Charles so many, SO peculiar,
full of something, that the head clel
could not but notice them, and that tC
MS with some alarm. What was coming
of At last the volcano burst forth;
7e- Copeland, my good fellow, why do
I'd, you get a wife,
Had thunderbolt fallen at bis feet
er. could not have been more astonished.
di- Did Mr.. Brennan say that and in t
the counting-room too? The ledger seem
lad to blush at the introduction of such 81
ght iect. He for the first time made b
lad on the fair page before him.
l say, why don't you get wi
will know just the thing for you poor enou
cen to be sure what Of that; fortune il
,es. wife, you know; a sort of relation
nto mine; don't want to NEEDLE with otI
Iii peoples affairs; know your own busin
lad best; can't help thinking you viii be h
=: ,,ier. rnnst soc her.
,ors Now the fact is that Charles had
,us. some time past thought so himself,
r . how the old man should SO complet
: TO divine his feelings was quite puzzle
left him. In the course Of the day a I
, in was put into Mr.. Breman's hands
James, his Irish servant, the content
: he which produced another grim sort
the smile. When the moment for his ret
not, home arrived, Mr.. B. handed sea
ure. document of rather imposing form
ther Charles, saying:
le of Copeland, you'll oblige me by lea'
ter that at No. 81 H street. Plac
e in only in the hands of the person to wi
vent it is directed; don't want to trust i
old any one else.
,uch The clerk saw on the outside, =