Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1881-12-15

twilight of that smile was not yet gone wher
he reached the well known spot, and bowet
and looked "good morning" to those in hi
employ, for old Paul was, after his fashion
a 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 head clerk could not but notice them
and that, too, with some alarm. What wal
coming At last the volcano burst forth
copeland, my good fellow, why don't you
get wife ?"
Had a thunderbolt fallen at his feet, be
could not have been more astounded. Dlo
Mr.. Bremen say that, and in the counting
room, too The very ledger seemed to blush
at the introduction of such a subject. he
for the first time made blot on the fair pages
before him.
81 say-why don't you get wife ?-know
just the thing for you-prime article-pool
enough, to be sure-what Of that-a fortune
in wife, you know-a sort of relation OF
mine-don't want to meddle with other peo'
ple's affairs, know your own business best
can't help thinking you'll he happier-must
see her"
Now the fac is, that Charles had for some
time past thou hit so himself; but how the
old man sboul have completely OWNED his
feelings. was lite puzzle to him. In the
course of the day note was put into Mr.
Bremen's hands 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 sealed
document of rather imposing form to Charles,
saying
"Copeland, you'll oblige me by leaving
that at No. 81 H-street Place it only in
the hands of the person to whom it is direct
ed don't want to trust it to any one else"
The clerk saw Oh the outside, "Mrs. Rich
ards, 81 H street." The door bell was
ruug. The servant ushered Copeland into
a small, neat parlor, where sat lady appa-
rently twenty or thirty years of age,
plainly dressed, engaged in knitting stock
ing. Our friend bowed, and inquired for
Mrs. Richards.
"She is not in, but is expected presently ;
will YOU be seated?" There was an ease and
quietness, and an air of selfcommand about
this person that seemed peculiar to Copeland.
He felt at ease at once, (you always do with
such people, made some common'p place re.
mark, which was Immediately responded to ;
then another; and soon the conversation
grew so interesting that Mrs Richards was
nearly forgotten. Her absence was strangely
protracted, but at length she made her ap'
pearance. The document was presented a
glance at the outside.
"Mr. Copeland" Charles bowed.
"Miss Peyton." The young lady bowed /;
and thus they were introduced. There was
no particular reason for remaining any long
er, and our friend took his departure
That night Annie said to Mr.. B., | do like
his appearance, father"
"Forward-march !" said old Paul, and he
looked at his daughter with vast satisfaction.
"The ould mans as swate to night as new
potato" said James to the cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came near
writing several times, ITO Miss Peyton, Dr., "
as he was making out some bills Of mer-
chandise sold.
"Deliver the paper last EVENING""
Copeland bowed
"Mrs. Richards is an old friend-humble in
circumstances--they young lady, Peyton, worth
her weight in gold any day-have her myself
if could"
X
"How much you remind me of Mr.. Bre-
men," said Charles one evening to Annie ;
II think you said you were relation Of
hisw
81 am related to him through my mother" l"
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 coun.
tenauce. Happiness was plainly written
there.
II see, I see," said the old man; "the &C.
count is closed-books balanced-have it all
through now in short order. You are SEN
sible 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, you are 6ne fellow-heard
from Mrs. Richards-proposals to my rela'
tive, Peyton-all right-done up we'll. Come
to my house this evening-never been there
yet, eh?-eight o'clock, precisely-want to
see you-got something to say"
Yes, Mr.. Charles Copeland, even kinder
than you think for.
At eight o'clock precisely, the door-bell
of Mr.. Bremen's mansion rang. Mr.. Charles
Copeland was ushered in by friend James.
Old Paul took him kindly by the hand, and
turning round abruptly, introduced him to
"my daughter, Miss Annie Peyton Bremen" "
and Immediately withdrew.
"Charles you forgive me this?' He was
too much astonished to make any reply. "1f
you knew all my motives and feelings, am
sure you would"
That the motives and feelings were soon ex-
planned to his entire satisfaction no one will
doubt.
copeland, my dear fellow" shouted old
Paul, as he entered the room, "no use in a
long engagement"
20, father y
"No use, say; marry now-get ready af-
terwards; next Monday evening; who cares
Want it over; feel settled. Shan't part with
Annie, though; must bring your wife here
house rather lonesome; be still ; no words
must have it 50 partner in business Bremen
& Copeland; got the papers all drawn up to-
day; can't alter it. Be quiet, will you
Won't stay in the room"
1 have now finished my story, reader. I
have given you the facts. l cannot say, how
ever, that l approve of the deception prac'
ticed upon our friend Charles. AS, however,
our Lord commended the unjust steward be-
l. T L. ooo,1