The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1857-04-09
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HUNTING A SITUATION.
DY MAURICE sILTNGsl,y.

| SNhA OVOio hau Juot Bihuuhteu lIOID
the mercantile college in New York, and
with Recommendation and diploma in
his pocket, was now in search Of stua.
ton. He was good-looking young man
Of twenty-three, had earned with his own
hands The money Professor Ferdinand
Costello De Guer had received in ex-
change for his education when finished.
If we mistake not, John Peters was ma
tive ofA little town in Connecticut. which,
from some oversight on the part of pre-
vious com pliers, has had the misfortune
to be entirely overlooked by the great Mr..
Brookes, in his universal scrutiny Of the
State.
For fear Of rendering the town classical,
as being the birthplace of our hero, we
shall refrain from further mention of it,
satisfied that the curiosity as already ex.
cited, will induce future compiers to be
more accurate in their researches, and
thus, in the course of time, it may come
to be awarded to the aforesaid town, in
spite ofits isolation and obscurity, its due
share of geographical notice and impor-
lance.
In what part of the city John Peters
resided, or where he happened to be on
the morning 10 which we refer, is point
not clearly shown. l am sorry, howev-
er, because the locality of John Peters
might tend to strengthen the identity Of
John Peters, and prevent him (had this
fact with other important items been
clearly established in the mind of the
wealthy s,d influential John Meirs) from
entrapping the pretty bird which policy
and worldly calculation had already beat
into the bush for John Peters the second.
That John Peters had been looking
over the morning papers cannot be doubt
ed, from the fact that 8 O'Clock A. NJ
found him standing at the door of Mr..
Joshua Meir's counting-room Mr.. Josh
ua Meirs having that morning advertised
for a book-keeper.
Mr.. Meirs. believe / have the honor
Of addressing Mr.. Joshua Meirs? said Mr..
John Peters, touching his hat and bowing
profoundly in that direction.
The same, responded Mr.. Meirs, with
a frigidly dignifed nod. Can l be of any
service to you? Please proceed.
John Peters hesitated and glanced
about the room; the presence Of Mr.. M.
was recognizable in every object.
What Shall l dol If there was only
a hole somewhere, thought John. But
as there was no hole, our hero proceed
ed.
My name is Peters-John Peters, at
your service.
Mr.. Mers sprang from his armchair
as though he had received shock from
some invisible battery.
John Petersl by all that is gracious,
cried Mr.. Meirs, embracing him. And
here, like an old simpleton. have | been
treating you, thinking you stranger all
the while, according to the most frigid
rules of etiquette; deserve to be blowed
for ever having studied Count De Or
says Treatise. But how is your father
how stupid in mel can see him in
every feature of your face-in good
spirits l reckon?--yes, I see; no matter
about the answer--arrived in morning
train--an tirad.,put no doubt. Yes, Of
course could expect you to be 9TH
eGlsiss ode all night, see! Perfect.
.ly unexpected. Though | didn't dream
of yc6 Coming before the expiration of
another week--I think your father said
in his letter week from Friday--to-day,
let me see, is Wednesday, which would
leave it week from Gay after to morrow.
But no mater; you are just as welcome.
Ahl here comes aa omnibus. it will take
US within two minutes walk of my resi-
dence, and Bella is at home this morning
She can't help but be delghted--come;
and Mr.. Meirs caught the arm of John
Peters, and started in the direction of the
street.
l fear there is slight misunderstand'
ing, somewhere, faltered John, attempt
ing to withdraw his arm; it is true my
name is John Peters .
OF course, and my name is Joshua
Meirs. and you are to marry my daugh-
ter Bella. can see no misunderstand-
ing in the matter. Halo, he shouted, at
the same time beckoning to the driver of
the bus, and renewing His hold upon
John Peters arm; halo, there, two fares
this way. ..r.
The driver held up, and Mr. Meirs, in
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 of
the merchants mansion,
Is Bella at home? inquired Mr.. Meirs
of the servant.
Troth, and l think it was the young
mistress voice l was afther hearing just
now in the pedany room.
Mr.. Meirs led the. way in the direction
indicated, while John, much embarrass-
ed, followed, lie felt that it was high
time for an explanation. But Mr.. Mers
was too much pre.occupied with the one
idea. the identity of John Peters and his
with Bella, to heed the confused
and broken sentences ofour hero, and the.
next moment found him face to face with
one Of the most bewitchingly beautiful
creatures he had eyer seen in his lifetime.
This is Bella, said Mr.. Meirs. with
somo pride; you doubtless remember her.
This is your cousin job hope you
havsn't forgotten him. WlflVtihe world
makes you stare so, BelIk prFxCIScp