Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1857-04-11

The same, responded Mr.. Meirs, with frig-
idly dignifed nod. Can be of any service To
you'll Please proceed.
John Peters hesitaied and glanced about the
room the presence of Mr.. M. was recognise
BILE in every object
What shall dol If there was only hole
somewhere, thought John. But as there was
no hole, our hero proceeded.
My name is Peers-John Peters, at your
service.
Mr. Meirs sprang from his arm chair as
though he had received a shock from some in
visible battery.
John Peters by all that's gracious. cried
Mr.. Meirs, embracing him. And here, like an
old simpleton. have been treating you, think
ing you stranger all the while, according 10
the most frigid rules Of etiquette ! deserve to
be blowcd for ever having studied Count De Or
says Treatise. But how is your father-how
stupid in me-I can see him in every feature
of your face-in good spirits | reckon Yes,
see no matter about the answer-arrived in
morning train-all tired out no doubt. Yes,
Of course, how could expect you TO be other
wise rode all night, see Perfectly unex-
pected. Though didn't dream of you coming
before the expiration of another week. think
your father said in his letter week from Fri
day-to-day, let me see, is Wednesday, which
would leave ii a week from day after to-mor-
row. But no matter; you are just as welcome.
All here comes an omnibus, it will take US
within two minutes walk Of my residence, and
Bella is at home this morning. She can t help
but be delighted and Mr.. Meirs caught
the arm of John Peters, and started in the d.
rection Of the street.
fear there is slight misunderstanding,
somewhere, faltered John, attempting to with
draw his arm it is true my name is John Pc
ters-
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 beckoning
10 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.. Mers, ia spite
of the hai-formed remonstrances Of the bewil-
dered 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.. Mers of the
servant.
Trolh, and ! think ii was the young mis-
tresss voice | was afther hearing Just now in
the pednny room.
Mr.. MeTs led the way in the direction ndi-
ca.ed, while John, much embarrassed, follow
ed. He felt that it was high time for an ex-
| PLANTATION. But Mr.. Meirs was too much pre-.
| III a. 4 H..
Peters and his marriage with Bella, TO heed the
confused and broken sentences of our hero, and
one of the most oewilchinsiy beautiful creatures
he had ever seen in his lifetime.
This is Bella, said Mr.. Mers, with some
pride; you doubtless remember her. This is
your cousin John, | hope you haven't forgotten
him. What in the world makes you stare SO
Bella told you his hair would be as DARK
as yours by this time, but you wouldn't believe
at ALL
Here Mr.. Meirs consulted his watch ant
said
Bu, must be in Wall street by ten, so
must be obliged TO trust you 10 your own gov
ernment ill dinner.
With this Mr.. Meirs departed, leaving oul
hero indescribaby confused No sooner hac
he departed than Bella burst into ringing
laugh and exclaimed, how funny.
Merriment is said to be contagious. Johr
Peters laughed response to Bella, and he hat
a most beautiful way of doing it, which Bella
in spite Of the novelty of their situation, ac
knowledged with blush.
There is great mistake said John Peter
bowing sorrowiuly, as if he would "a tale un
fold"
see said Bella, you are trying to cover u
your red hair with wig. hate red hair
and the change makes you look so funny
does indeed.
1t is all mistake, persisted John, redden
ing, | never wore wig in my life, Miss Bel
Ia.
Then you must have colored it, for il wa
red ten years ago, and used to laugh at yo
when was angry, and advised you 10 kee
one eye open lest you set the bed curtains o
fire.
What an awkward situation, cried John, des
perately. 1t is true | am John Peters, but nc
the John Peters you take me for, and as ic
having red hair, never had that honor, as
5 sure you.
~ Wao hOW DCiid tulu W iOuh outptlocl
q And who are you then, if you are not Peter
: of Baltimore.
e On the contrary, am John Peters of Cor
e necticut, graduate from the Mercantile Co
| lege, and at present in search of situation
n / am not your cousin, and never saw you to m
: knowledge until to-day. Though must col
It fess you are the pretliest girl ever did SCI
e and begin to envy the genuine John Pete
youl cousin, for can't help liking you gre
S deal already.
: You do! Indeed, how funny. Then yo
1t are not my cousin from Baltimore, and what
e better still, my father thinks you are. dete
r a cousin for husband whether he be cousin
it no, but how did it all happen that papa mac
/, such an odd mistakel
@ Well the fact is, the whole thing was a mi
take from the beginning, and was attributab
|, to an advertisement in the morning paper.
o Your father wanted book keeper and az
l. vertsed. | saw the advertisement and apple
of directly for the situation. Before stating n
II business introduced myself as John Peters
is wherenpon your father forgetting there mig
+ be another John Peters in the world, bundle
n mn intn m and hnrriad hara