Quasqueton guardian. (Quasqueton, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1856-1858, 1857-05-30

and William Williams requested his new
acquaintance to walk over the road to
his own mansion, where he would be
most happy to offer him on his arrival
with plentiful supper.
He was much indebted for my polite
ness" hated to trouble me" could
not think of it," must positively re-
fuse and at last accepted.
We were fatigued by our ride, and
shortly after our meal conducted our
honored guest to his sleeping apartment.
On retiring to my chamber, | could
not close my eyes until | explained my
my Observation-Disclosures complacently
on my prospects-almost pitied Squire
Bluster, and planned some alterations in
the Postoffice Department; at last | sank
into disturbed slumber, and awoke in
the morning after dreaming of mail bags
and money bags, sinecures and salaries,
honors and dignities. To be the great
man of village. Oh! fortunate Mr..
Williams.
While at the breakfast table I could
with difficulty conceal my satisfaction
| loved to look on my guest and know
that was not dreaming. l could hardly
realize my prosperous hopes, and was at
a loss whether to consider my situation
the result of especial Providence, or
a lucky accident"
The breakfast-table was cleared, and
my wife, according to previous arrange
ment) was in another room, and fate
smiled propitiously.
After feeling my way little, I asked
my guest-whose name l had discovered
was Bolding-whether he would be will
ling to assist me in little business, which
lay near my heart, and which was all in
his way.
He asked for explanation.
Why, to tell you the truth, Mr.. Bold
ing, place great reliance on your power
of pleasing, and if can convince you of
my capabilities, l should make applica-
tion-and if you would solicit for me-
ooh y said he, placing his forefnger
on the end of his nose. Il understand
you, sir. Certainly, certainly should
be glad to further your views but, I
now think of it, permit me, before ad-
Justing my baggage, to show you the
prospectus of very valuable book
So saying, he ran up stairs and brought
down the prospectus of work called
The History of the World, and, taking a
neat edition of popular publication from
my book case, informed me that The His
tory of the World would be got up in
that style.
l knew not what to make of it. He
explained its merits. l allowed them
He praised the binding-so did l. He
lauded the paper-so did l. He admired
the type-and so did |.
And now, sir, said he suddenly, as
you appear to know the value of the
book, will you do me the favor to sub
scribe to it,
To what, Mr.. Bolding?'
To subscribe to it, sir am the sole
dgent-have some of the first names on
my list-Pierce, Benton, Cass and Ever
EFT. | was at Washington when they
were all there. Pierce, although a little
huffy, never refused an opplication-sub-
scribed for my Gazeaeer-subscribed for
my Biographies Why you look sick,
Mr.. Williams. L have pocket inkstand
with me. There, set your name there,
if you please, among the W's, next to
Weasel's-thank you, sir, thank you
l set my name just where the creature
told me.
And now, my dear sir, you mention
ed to me something about an application.
l suppose you wish me to obtain sub
scribers for you. What work are you
engaged on p
Oh murder = l grGaned.
Murder, sir ? that will go well. Any
thing horrible or impossible always sells.
was now compelled to explain that
there were some difficulties in the way,
which it would not be necessary to state,
and that could not then arrange with
him to make application for me-
Each minute, like wounded snake,
dragged its slow length, till the stage
stopped for the sole agent, who depart
ed with the assurance that he should pass
through the village again, and would
certainly call.
rushed to my parlor to give vent to
my feelings, but no sooner reached it than
in came farmer Stout, on the morning
call.