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

Mrs. Richards was nearly forgotten. Her
absence was strangely protracted, but at
length she made her appearance. The
document was presented; glance at the
outside.
"Mr. Copeland"
"Miss reyton." The young lady bowed;
and thus they were introduced. There
was no particular reason for remaining
any logger, and our FREUD took his departs
u:e.
That night Annie said to Mr.. B., I do
like his appearance, father"
"Forward -march" sail old Paul, and
ho looked at his daughter with vast satis-
faction.
"The ou!a mans as swato to night as
new potato" said James to tho cook.
The next day Charles Copeland came
near writing several times, ''To Miss Pcy-
ton, Dr." as he was making out some bills
of merchandise sold.
"Delivor the paper last evcnihg2'
Copeland bowed.
"Mrs. Richards is an old friend-humblo.
in circumstance e-the young lady, Peyton,
worth her weight in gold any day-havo
her myself if could.
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elbow. much you remind me of Mr.
Bremen" )" saia Charles one evening to An
ME; "I think you said you were a relation
of hs2"
II am related to him through my
MOTHER" was the grave reply.
Mrs. Richards turned away TO conceal o
smile.
Somewhat later than usual, on that day
Annie ronohcd her fathers house There
was no installing the expression of her
countenance. Hoppiness was plainly writ.
ten there
"I sec, see," said the old man; 'tho
account is closed-5ooks balunced-havc it
all through now in short order. You are q
sensible gi,l-no foolish puss-just what l
want-=bless yoti child, bless you
The next day Paul cowo, for almost the
first time in his life, rather lato to his
counting room. Casks aud boxes seemed to
be staring with wonder.
"Copeland, you are fino fellow-heard
FROM Mrs. Richards proposals to my rela-
tive, Peytop all right--done up we'll.
Come to my house this evcnng--ucvcr
been there yeti, ch?-eight o'clock pres
.as s'se'y--w'e1t y Aou-get eone'h'0g to
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 ushercd in by friend
james. Old Paul took him kindly by the
hand, and turning around abruptly intro
duced him to ''my daughter, Miss Annie
Peyton Bremen" and Immediately with
drew.
'Charlcs, you forgive mo this?' lie
was too much astonishcd to muko any re-
ply. off you knew all my motives and
feelings, um cure you would"
That tho motives and feelings were soon
explained to his entire satisfaction no one
will doubt.
copeland, my dear fellow" shouted old
Paul, as he entered the room, ono use in
long engagement"
80, father!"
"No use, say; marry now--gct ready
afterwards; next Monday evening; who
cares? Want it over; feel settled. Shan't
purt with Annie, though; must bring your
wife here; house rather lonesome; bo still;
no words; must have it so; partner in bu.
siness; Brcmon & Copcland; got tho papers
all drawn up to day; can't alter it, BE
quiet, will you? Won't stay in tho room"
have now finished my story, reader.
have given you the facts. cannot say,
however, that approve of the deception
practiccd upon our friend Charles. As,
however, our Lord commended tho "uniust
steward because he acted wisely" so [
suppose the good sense shown By tho young
lady, in choosing husband for tho sake of
what hc might have possessed, merits our
appreciation. 1t is not every ono who has
tho courage to step out Of the circle which
surrounds the wealthy, and seek for those
qualities Of MUD and heart which the heart
can neither give nor take away.