Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1868-02-01

IKE. GO0d morning.. -4l.s s,-rs 7
",Stop moment, father. I shall alter
my name little; 1 Ishall appear to be
poor girl, a companion of our friend.
Mrs. Richards, in Il street; she
shall know the whole affair; you shall
call me by my middle name, Peyton;
shall be a relative of yours; you shall
suggest the business to Mr.. Copeland,
as you call him, and arrange for the first
interview. The rest will take care of
ITSELF"
Il see, I see," and one of those rare
smiles Illuminated his whole face. 1t
actually got between his lirs. parted
them asunder, 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 be reached
the well known spot, and bowed, and
looked "good morning" to those in his
employ; for old Paul was, after his fash
ion, polite man. On the morning Of
that day, what looks were directed to
our friend Charles, SO many, so pecul-
lar, so full of something, that the head
clerk could not but notice them, and
that. too,l with some alarm. What. was
coming q AT last the volcano burst
forth ''''f.'t.i,is :. = - S...2f :
copeland, my good fellow, why
don't You get wife?" Zll;i 73G
Had thunderbolt fallen at his feet he
could not have been more astonished.
Did Mr.. Brennan say that, and in the
countino.roop, foo7 Tbo x,o.x, lol,-o.
seemed to blush at the introduction of
such a subject. He, for the first time,
made blot on the fair page before him.
81 say-why don't you get a wife?
Know just the thing for you-prime ar
ticle-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 happer-must see
her," faa i 5a no57-
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 course Of the day note was put
into Mr.. Breman's 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 a sealed document of
rather imposing form to Charles, say
ing:
copeland, you'll oblige me by deliv-
ering that at No. 67 H street. Place
it only in the hands to whom it is direct
ed-don't 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 usher
ed Copeland into small neat parlor,
where sat lady apparently twenty-f
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 pres
emily. Will you be seated p ,...-.5.:
There was an ease and quietness, and
an air of self.command about this person
which seemed to Copeland peculiar. He
felt at home (you always do with such
people) made some common place re-
mark, which was Immediately responded
to; then another. and soon the CONVEX
sation grew SO interesting that Mrs
Richards was nearly forgotten. Her ab-
sence was strangely protracted, but at
length she made her appearance. The
document was presented. A glance at
the outside hEa 2: $3.50 'atT1 a...e aa
Nj. Copeland" CHARLES bowed
"Miss Peyton." The young lady bowed !;
and thus they were introduced. There
was no particular reason for remaining
any longer, and our. friend took his de-
parture. r ri s.; s.y.5-... ~. ..isg so -.5l
That night Annie said to Mr.. Brennan
81 like his appearance, father" iii
Forward march," said old Paul, and
he looked at his daughter with vast
deal of satisfaction. ''+
The old mans as swate tonight as
new potatop said James to the cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came
very near writing several times, i" To
Miss Peyton, Dr. as he was making
out some bills of merchandise sold.
Deliver the paper last night ?'' =
Copeland bowed. -a.ta +.
Mrs. Richards is an old friend
humble in circumstances the young
lady, Peyton, worth her weight in gold,
any day; have her myself if l could"
"How much you remind me of Mr..
Brennan" said Charles one evening to
Annie; II think you said you were a
relative of his?''
II am related to him through my
mother" was the grave reply.
Mrs. Richar, turned away to conceal
q smile. -lsr
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. .i.f
IL see, I see." said the old man; "the
account is closed-books balanced
have it all through now in short order.
You are sensible girl-no foolish puss
just what I want-bless you child.
bless you." asg-r r-r.-5 c.1.e 5l..:. f.-..i7
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 staring with wonder. 4
copeland, heard from Mrs. Richards
to my relative, Peyton-all
right-done up well. Come to my
house this evening-never been there
yet, eh ?-eight o'clock precisely-wsnt
to see you-got something to say
allow much interest he seems to take
in the matter" said Charles. "He's
kind old fellow in his way; little
rough, but a good heart"
Yes, Mr.. Charles Copeland. even
kinder than you think for. Ha
At eight O'Clock precisely the door,
bell of Mr.. Brennan rang. Mr. Copeland