Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1881-12-22

business, and thero had been no Intercourse
whatever between them, save in the count
ing room. Thus six years went by, to.
wards tho close of which period old Mr..
Bremen was found looking with much
frequency and oarnestncss at tho young mau
before him Something was evidently
brewing in that old head. Whut could it
be2 And then, too, at home he looked 50
curiously. The Irish servant was puzzled.
''Surc," said james, "somethng's com-
ing" Annie, too, was somewhat pcrplcxed,
for those looks dwclt much on her.
"What is it, father?" sho suid to him
one morning ut the breakfast table, as no sat
gazing steadfastly in her face; "what is it7
Do tell me-
"G wish you'd have him." burst forth
like an avalanche. "Known him for six
ycars-truo as lcdger-a gentleman
real sensible man-don't talk IN muoh-regu-
lar as clock-prime for business worth
his weight 10 gold"
sIave who, father? what arc you talk
ing about7"
"Aly head clerk Copeland; you don't know
him do-haveu't seen anybody else
worth an old quill"
Annie wus puzzled. She laughed, how
ever, and said: "Marry my fathers clerk!
what would people say7"
"IIumbug, child, oil humbug-worth
forty of your whlskered, bunging, lazy
gentry, say what they pleaso what do I
care7 What do you care2 what's money
after all? got enough of it-want sensible
man-want somebody to take care of it; all
humhug."
"What's all humbug, fathers
"Why; peoples notions on these matters.
Copeland is poor-so was onoe-may be
again; worlds full of ohangcs-secn
great many of them in my day-can't stay
hero long-got to leave you, Aunie-wish
you'd like him."
"Father, are you serious?'
''Serious chld!" and ho looked 80.
Anuie was chip of tho old block;
strong minded, rcsolute girl. A new idea
seemed to strike her.
"Fathcr, if you are really serious in this
l,"ttor. III see this Copeland; III get ac-
quauted with nlm IF he likes mv s-a L
like him, I'llhave hip. But ho shall love
mo for myself alone; must know it. Will
you leave tho matter to ne?"
$50 ahead, my child. and do as you like.
Good morning"
"Stop moment, father. shall alter
my name little; shall appear to be
poor girl, companion of our friend, Mrs.
Richards, in Il street, she shall know
the whole affair; you shall call me by my
middle name, Poyton; 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 for ITSELF"
81 SEQ, sec;" and ono of those rare
smiles illuminated his whole face. It oc-
tualy got between his lips, parted them
asundcr, glanced upon set OF teeth but
little the 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 ho reached the well
morning" to those in his employ, for old
Paul was, after his fashion, polite man.
Ou the morning of that day, what looks
were directed to our friend Charles! 50
many, 80 peculiar, so full Of something,
tina, tho head clerk could not but notice
them, aud that too with some alarm
What was coming? At last the volcano
burst forth:
Copeland, my good fellow, why don't
you got wifc?'
Had thunderbolt TALON at his feet, ho
could not have been moro astoundcd. Did
MIR. Bremen that, and in tho counting
room, too The very ledger seemed to
blush at the introduction of such subject.
Tie for the first time made blot on the
fur pages before him.
III say-why don't you get wifc?-
know just tho thiug for you-prime article
poor enough, to be surc-what of thut--
q fortune in wife, you know-a sort of
relation of mine-don't want to meddle
with other peoples affairs, know your own
business best-can't help thinking you'll
be happicr--must sec her"
Now tho fact is, that Charles had for
some timo past thought 80 himself; but
how tho old man should have completely
OWNED his feelings, was quito puzzle to
him. In the course Of the day o note was
put into Mr.. Bromen's hands by James, his
Irish servant, the contents Of which pro-
duced another grim sort Of smile. When
tho moment for his return homo arrived
Mr.. B. handed sealed document Of rather
imposing form to Charles, saying
copeland, you'll obligc mo by leaving
that at No. 81 Ii -. street. Place it only
in tho hands Of the person to whom it is
directed; don't want to trust it to any one
else"
Tho clerk saw on the outside, "Nlrs.
Richards, 81 Il street." Tho door
bell was rung. The servant ushcred Cope-
land into small, neat par]or, where sat