The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1858-08-19
Hunting a Situation.


search ofa situation. He was q good. look.
ing young man of twenty.thres, and had
earned with his own hsnds the money that
Professor Ferdinand Costello de- Guer had
received for his education when fnished.-
II we mistake not, John Peters was native
of little town in Connecticut, which from
some oversight on the part Of the previous
compilers, has had the misfortune to be en-.
tirely overlooked by the great Col. Brooks,
in his universal scrutiny Of the State.
For fear Of rendering the town classical,
as being the birth place Of our hero, we
shall refrain from further mention Of it, sat.
isfied that the curiosity is already excited,
will induce other compilers 10 be more ac-
curate in their researches, and thus, in the
course Of time, II may come to be awarded
to the aforesaid town, in spite Of its isolation
and obscurity. its due share Of geographical
notice and Importance. -s v-.
In what part of the city John Peters re.
sided, or where he happened to be on the
morning to which we refer, Is point not
clearly shown. en- sorry, however, be-
cause the locnlity Of John Peters might tend
to strengthen his identity, and prevent him
Chad this fact with other important items,
been duly established in the mind Of the
wealthy and 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 doubted, from
the fact that 9 o'clock A. d.. found him
standing at the door Of John Meirs' count
ing-room, Mr.. ;Meirs having that morning
advertised for book-keeper. ~ 81
81 believe / have the honor Of addressing
Mr.. John Meirs!" said John Peters, touch
ing his hat and bowling profoundly.
"The sume," responded Mr.. Meirs, with q
fEigidly dignifed bow. "Can be OF any
service to you! Please proceed" 's
+ John Peters hesitated and glanced abou,
the room, the presence Of Mr.. Meirs was
recognizable in every object.
"What shall / do! If there was only q
hole somewhere" thought John. But as
there was no hole, our hero proceeded.
"My nome is Peters-John Peters--al
your SERVICE"
Mr.. Meirs sprang from his arm chuir as
though he had received shock from an in.
visible battery.
"John Peters by all that's gracious ~
cried Mr.. Meirs, embracing him. Sand
here, like an old simpleten, have been
treating you, thinking you a stranger, ac-
cording 10 the most frigd etiquette. de-
serve to be blowed for not having studied
D'Orsay's Treatise. But how is your father
how stupid in me-. can see him in every
feature Of your face--in good spirits reck-
on?-yes, see, no matter about the answer
arrived in the morning train--all tired out,
no doubt. Yes, Of course, how could ex
pect you to be otherwise--rode all night
Perfectly unexpected. Though did not
dream Of your coming before the expiration
of another week-I think your father said
in his letter o week from Friday-to day,
let me see, this is Wednesday, which would
leave it a week from day after Tomorrow.
But no mutter you are ne welcome. All
here comes an omnibus, it will take US with
in two minutes walk Of my residence, and
Bella is at home this morning. She can't
help but be delighted--come;" and he caught
the arm Of John Peters and started in the
direction OF the street. 5a
II fear there lie . slight misunderstanding
somewhere" faltered John, attempting to
withdraw his person; ''it is true my name is
John Peters" :. IL t5 81
"Of course, and my name John Meirs,
and you are to marry my daughter. Bella.--
can see no .misunderstand sbout the
matter. Halo p he cried, at the same time
beckoning to The driver Of the bus, and re.
newing his hold upon John Peters' arm,
"hallo there, two fares this way" VI = 81
The driver held up. and MFR. Meirs, in
spite Of the half formed remembrance Of the
bewildered John Peters, hurried him into the
bus, and in Eve minutes more they were as-
cending the marble steps Of the merchants
mansion. i Z III Fmh gItalltsi 81
/ els Bella at home!" inquired Mr.. Meirs
Of the servant,