The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-06-01

At last the volcano burst forth.
Copeland, my good fellow, why don't
you get a wife ?"
Had thunderbot fallen at his feet he
could not have been more sstonished. Did
Mr.. Brennan say that, and in the counting
room, too? The very ledger seemed to
blush at the introduction Of such a SUBJ
ject. He for the first time made blot
on the page before him
say-why don't you get a wife p
now just thing for you-prime article
poor enough, to be sure-what of that ?
"a fortune in wife, you know--a sort
OF relation of mine-dont want to meddle
with other peoples affairs know your
own business-best-can't help thinking
you'll be happier-must see herr
Now, the fact is that Charles had some
time past thought so himself; but how
the old man should completely divine his
feelings was quite puzzle to him. In
the course of the day note was put into
MIR. Bremen's hand by James his Irish
servant, the contents of which produced
another grim sort of smile. When the
moment for his return home arrived, Mr..
B. handed a sealed document of rather
imposing form to Charles saying.
copeland, you'll oblige me by leaving
that at No. 6S H--street. Place it
only in the hands of the person to whom
it is directed-dont want to trust it to
any one else."
The clerk saw on the outside, Mrs.
Richards, No. 81 H street. The
door bell was rung. The servant ushered
Copeland into small, neat parlor, where
sat lady apparently twenty-five or thirty
years of age, plainly dressed, engaged in
knitting stocking. Our friend bowed
and inquired for Mrs. Richards.
"She is not in, but is expected present
ly; will you be seated ?"
There was an ease and quietness, and
an air of self command about this person
which to Copeland seemed peculiar. He
felt at ease at once, (you always do with
such people, made some common place
remark, which was Immediately responded
to then another; and soon the CONVEX
sation grew so interesting that Mrs.
Richards was nearly forgotten. Her
absence was strangely protracted, but at
length she made her appearance. The
document was presented. A glance at the
out side.
MIR. Copeland" Charles bowed.
Miss Peyton," the young lady bowed,
and thus they were introduced. There
was no particular reason for remaining
longer. and our friend took bis departure.
That night Annie said to Mr.. B., 81
like his appearance, father"
Forward-march," said old Paul,
and he looked at his daughter with a vast
satisfaction.
THE old mans as sweet tonight as
new potatoe," SAID James the cook.
"The next day Charles came very near
writing several times, "To Miss Payton,
Dr." as he was making out some bills of
merchandise sold.
delivered the papers last evening ="
Copeland bowed.
"Mrs. Richards is an old friend
humble in circumstances-the young lady,
Peyton, worth her weight in gold any day,
have her myself if could"
How much you remind me of Mr..
Brennan, said Charles one evening to An
ME; :" l think you said you we're a re.
lation of his ?"
Il am related to him through nv
mother" was the grave reply.
Mrs. Richards turned away to con.
cesl a SMILE"
Somewhat later than usual on that day,
Annie reached her fathers house. There
was no mistaking the expression of her
countenance. Happiness was plainly
written there.
al see, / see," said the old man, " the
account is closed-books balanced-have
it all through now in no time. You are
sensible girl--no foolish puss-just what
I want-blass you child, bless'yo
The next day Paul came, for almost
the first time in his life, rather late to hi.
counting-room. Casks and boxes seemed
to be strange with wonder.
copeland you are a fine fellow
heard from Mrs. Richards-proposal tt
my relation, Peyton-all right-done ~
well. Come up to my house this evening
never been there yet, oh Eight o'clocl
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