Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-05-19

From the Flag of Our Union
HUNTING A SITUATION.
BY URICE sLINGSBY.

WIN recommendation and diploma II
his pocket was in search of a situation
He was a good-looking young man o
twenty-three, and had earned with n,
own hands the money Professor Ferdip
and Costello de Guer had received In ey
change for bis education when finished.
1t we mistake not, John Peters was 9
native OF little town in Connecticut
which from some oversight on the part o;
previous compilers has had the misfortune
TO be entirely overlooked by the great Mr.
Brooks In his universal scrutiny of the
State. For fear of rendering it classical
-as being the birthplace of our hero, we
shall refrain from further mention of it,
satisfied that The curiosity already excited
viii induce future compilers TO be more
accurate IN their researches, and thus. III
the course of time, there may come 10 be
awarded TO the aforesaid town, in spite Of
It's isolation and obscurity, lis due share
of geographical notice and Importance.
/ Ia what part of the city John Peters
! resided, or where he happened to be on
/ the morning TO which we refer, is a point
not clearly shown. am sorry for this.
I because the locality of John Peters might
have strengthened the identity OF ohn
Peters, and prevented him chad this fact
with other important items been clearly
established in the mind of the wealthy
and influential John Meirs, from entrap-
ping the pretty bird which policy and
worldly calculation had already beat into
the Lush for john Peters the second.
That John Peters had been looking
over the morning papers cannot be doubt
ed, from the fact that 9 O'Clock A. NJ. found
him Standing at the door Of Mr.. joan
Meirs' counting room; Mr.. John Meirs
having that morning advertised for book
keeper.
II believe | have the honor of address
sing Mr.. John Mrirs,' SAID Mr. John
Peters, touching his hat and bowiug pro-
toundly in that direction.
The same responded Mr. Meirs,
with a frigldiy dignlfied mol. Can 4!
be of any service 10 you? Please proceed"
John Peters hesitated and glanced about
the room. The presence Of Mr. Meirs
was recognizable III every OBJECT. What
shall | do If there was only hole
somewhere-thought John. But as there
was no hole our hero proceeded: " Ny
name Is Peters-Jo Ohm Peters at your SER
wee,
+ Mr.. Mears sprang from his armchair
as though he had received shock from
some invisible battery.
/ 9 j Ohm Peters by all that's gracious =
cried Mr.. Mears, embracing him. ''And
here, like an old sImpIeton, have | been
treating you, thinking you stranger ali
;he whIle, according 10 the most rigid
rules Of etiquette | deserve to be blowed
/ for ever having studied Count D'Orsay' 5
Treatise. Buthow is your fathers How
stupid IN men--i can see him III every
feature Of your face In good spirits |
/ reckon Yves, see no matter about the
answer-arrlyed IN morning tralr-all
tired out no doubt-yCs, OF course, how
could | expect you to be otherwise rode
( ali night | see. Perfectly unexpected
/ though | didn't dream Of your coming
before the expiration of another wet k-l
think YOUR father SAID in his letter week
from Friday; to-day, let me see, is
/ Wednesday, which would leave 1t one
week from day after tomorrow. But no
matter; you are Just as welcome. All
here comes an omnibus 1t viii take us
within two minutes walk of my residence.
and Bella is at home this morning. She
can't help but be delighted, Come and
Mr.. Mears caught the arm of John Pc
tiers. and started IN the direction of the
street.
Il fear there is a slight misunderstood
ing SOMEWHERE faItered John, attempt
ing to withdraw his arm " it is true my
name is John Peters s.
"Of course, and my name is Joshua
Meirs, and you are to marry my daughter
Bella | can see no misunderstanding IN
the matter Halo" he shouted at the
same time beckonlng to the driver of the
bus and renewing his hold upon John
Peters arm, halo, there, two fares this
way
The driver held up, and Mr.. Meirs, il
spite of the half-formed remonstrances OF
the bewildered John Peters, hurried him
into the bus, and in five minutes more
they were ascending the marble steps ol
the merchants mansion.
"Is Bella at home?" inquired Mr.. MeirE
Of the servant.
Trolh, and | think it was the young
mistress voice | was after hearing jus
now in the peanny ROOM
Meirs led the way IN the direction IN
dicated, while John, much embarrassed
followed. He felt that ii was high Time
for an explanation. But Mr.. Meirs wa
too much preoccuDied with the one idea
the one idea of The identity of John Peters
and his marriage with Bella. to heed the
confused and broken sentences of our he
70, and the next moment found him fac'
to face with one of the most bewitchingly
beautiful creatures he had ever seen il
| his lifeline.
This is Bella" said Mr.. Meirs, witt
some pride, you doubtless remembe
her. This is your cousin John; | hop
YOU hayn'. forgotten him. What IN tn
: world makes yol stare so, Bella / toll
YOU his ha II would be as dark as yours b
this time, but you wouldn't believe II a
all" "
Here Mr.. Meirs consulted his watc
J and -----a-
:. But / must be IN Wall street by Ter
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