The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1868-02-12
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81 see, see," and one of those rare
smiles Illuminated his whole face. 1t actual>
ly got between his lips, parted them asuDd>
er, glanced upon a set of teeth but little
worse for wear, and was resting there when
he left the house for his counting room.
The twilight of that smile was 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 polite man. On the morning Of
that day, what looks were directed to our
friend Charles, so many, so peculiar, so full
of something, that the bead 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't
you get wife?"
Had thunderbolt fallen al his feet he
could not have been more astonished. Did
Mr.. Brennan say that, and IN the counting
room, too? The very ledger seemed to blush
at the introduction of sNch a subject. He
for the first time, made blot on the fair
page before him.
Il 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 relative of
mine don't want to meddle with other
peoples affairs know your own business
best-can't help thinking you'll be happier
must see her.
Now, the fact is that Charles had for
some time past thought so himself; but how
the old man could completely divine his
feelings was quite puzzle to him. In the
the course of the day note was put into
MIR. Breman's hands by James, his Irish
servant, the contest of which produced an
other grim smile. When the moment for
his return home arrived Mr.. B. handed
sealed document of rather imposing from to
Charles, saying:
Copeland, you'll oblige me by deliver
ing that at No. Ct H-street. Place it
only in the hands to whom it is directed
don't want to 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 Cope
land into small neat parlor, where sat
lady apparently twenty-five or thirty years
of age, plainly dressed, engaged in knitting
q stocking. Our friend bowed and inquired
for Mrs. Richards.
"She is not in, bdt is expected presently.
Will you be seated?'
There was an ease and quietness, and an
air OF splfcommandea bout this person which
seemed to Copeland peculiar, He felt at
home (you always do with such peorle)
made some common place remark, which
was Immediately responded to; then another,
and soon the conversation grew so interest
ing that Mrs. Richards was nearly forgotten.
Her absense was strangely protracted, but
at length she made her appearance. The
document was presented. A glance at the
outside.
MIR. Copeland d'-Charles bowed
Miss Peyton." The young lady bowed;
aud thus they were introduced. There was
no particular reason for remaining any lon
ger, and our friend took his departure.
That night Annie said to Mr.. Brennan:
Il like his appearance, father"
Forward march" said old Paul, and he
looked at his daughter with vast deal Of
satisfaction.
1.-The old mans as swate to night as a
new potato!" said James to the cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came
very near writing several times, 'To Miss
Peyton, Dr." as he was making out some
bills cf merchandise sold.
Deliver the paper last nlghtl
Copeland bowed.
"Nlrs. 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.. Bre>
man." said Charles one evening to Annie;
Il think you said you were relative of
his?"
II am related to him through my moth
err" was the grave reply.
Mrs. Richards turned away to conceal 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 writ
ten there. ,,
Il see, see,' said the old man; "the
account is closed-books balanced-have it
all through now in short order. You are a
sensible girl-no foolish puss-just what |
want-bless you child bless you"
The next day Paul came, for almost the
first time in his life, rather late TO his count.
ing-room. Casks and boxes seemed to be
staring with wonder
Copeland, heard from Mrs. Richards
proposal to my relative, Peyton--all right
done up we'll Come TO my house this even
ing-never been there yet, eh?-eight
o'clock precisely want to see you-got
something to say.
"IIow much interest he seems to take in
the matter" said Charles. He's a kind
old fellow in his way; little rough, but
good heart.
Yes, Mr.. Charles Copeland even kinder
than you think for.
At eight clock precisely the door>bell Of
Mr.. Brennan rang Mr.. Copeland was
ushered in by my friend James. Old Paul
took him kindly by the hand, and turning
around abruptly, introduced him to: my
daughter, Miss Annie Peyton Brennan, y
and Immediately withdrew.
''Charles, will you forgive this?"
He was too much astonished to make any
"If you knew all my motives and feel
ings, am sure you would
That the motives and feelings were soor
ex planned to his entire satisfaction. no one
will doubt.
"Copelapd, my dear fellow" shouted old
Paul, as he entered the room, ''no use in 8
long engagement
20, iather!"
mo use, say-marry now-get ready
afterwards - next Monday evening - who
cares?-want it over-feel settled. Shan
part with Annie, though-must bring your
wife here-wife rather lohesome-be still
no words-just have it partner in bust
ness Brennan & Copeland the paper,
all drawn up to-day--can't alter it. b
quiet, will yoa?.-.von,t stay in the roomP,
have now finished my story, reader.
have given you the facts. cannot say
however, that | approved Of the deception
practiced upon our friend Charles. As
| however our Lord commerded the ''unjus
.n,osd hao.nsa he actad wisely ~ on