Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1858-12-03
MIS- CELL A N Y.
HUNTING A SITUATION.

mercantile college in New York. and with
recommendation in his pocket was now IL
search OF q situation. lie was good look
ing young man OF twenty.throe, bal earned
with his own hands the money that PrOies-
sor Ferdinand Costello do Guer had received
for his education when finished. If W,
mistake not, John Peters was a native Of q
little town In Connecticut, which from some
oversight on the part Of the previous compi
ler-. had the misfortune 30 10 overlooked
by the great Col. Brookes, in his universe
scrutiny Of the state.
For fear Of rendering the town classical
as being the biih blicc Of our hero, we shall
refrain from further mention Of IL, satisfied
that tho curiosity as already excited, wll
induce further eompilers TO be more accu'
rate in their researches, and thus in ,h'
course Of time, !, may come 10 bo awarded
to the Aforesaid town In spite Of it, isolation
aud obscur.ty, It's due share oi geographical
notice and importance.
In what part OF the city John Peters re-
sided, or where hs happened to be on th'
morning to which we refer, isa point po
clearly shown. am sorry however, be-
cause the locality Of John Peters might
lead to strengthen the identity Of John Pc
,,rs, and prsvcn, him thad this fact with
other important items been duly established
In the mind Of the wealthy and Influential
John Mcirs,) from sntrappins the pretty
bird which policy and worldly calculation
had already beat into the bush for John Pc
tcrs the second.
That John Peters had been looking over
the morning papers cannot be doubted from
the fac, that . o'clock, A. NJ, found him
standing a, the door Of John Mcir's count
ing room, Mr.. Mcirs having that morning
advertised for book keeper.
- believe have the honor Of addressing
Mr. John Mcirs 20 slid John Peters, touch
ing hl. hat AMI bowing profoundly
"The same. responded Mr.. Meirs, with
a frigidly disnifed bow. "Can ! be oiany
scryicc to you Please proceed"
John Peters hc'iiatod aud glanced about
tho room f; the presence Of Mr. ". was re-
cogulrlblc in every obpct.
What shall 10? II there was only q
hole somewhere" though, John. Ba, a.
thcr, was no hole our hero proceeded.
My name is Peter,-John Peters al
your service"
Mr. Mcirs spraus from hi. arm chair as
though be had received shock from some
invisible battery.
John Peters by all ,ha, i' gracious"
cried Mr.. Moir. embracing hIn. Z" And
here, like an old simpleton, havo | been
treating you thinking you a stranger All
the while. according TO the mos, Crisii rules
Of etiquette, deserve 10 he blowcd fOr
no, ha,in: studied Count D'Orsay's rrca'
,i.c. But how Is your iathcr-how stupid
in mel eau SCI him in every feature OF
your iaeo-in good 'piri,s reckon! yes |
sec no matter about the answcr-lrrIycd
in morning ,rain-all tired out, no doubt.
Yes OF course. how could | expect you 70
be otherwise? Rode all night! Perfectly
unexpected. Though | didn't dream oI
your coming before the expiration Of ano,h'
or week. think your father aid IN bis
letter week from Friiay-to-day let me
see. this il wednesday. which would leave
tia week from day after tomorrow. But
no matter you are JUS; as welcome. Al
here comes an omnibu., 1t will take uswith'
in two minutes walk Of my residence, and
Bella is at home this morning. She
can, help being delishted-eomc :" and he
caught the arm Of John Peters and started
IN the direction OF the street.
"I fear there ], Sigh, misunderstanding
somewhercI" faltcred John, attempting ,c
withdraw his arm, Z" j, is true my name i
John Peters"
"Of course, and my name is John Meir'
aud you are to marry my daughter Bella
can see no Misunderstanding about the
matter. llallo." he shouted. at the same
time bcckoning TO the driver Of the 4" bus, y
and renewing his hold Of John Peters aru
"IIallo, there, two fares this way"
Tho driver held up. and Mr. Meirs, IL
spite OF the half formed sentences Of the bc
wildered John Peters, hurried past him in
to the " bus" aud in Eve minutes NOR
they were ascending tho marble steps o
the merchants mansion.
lis Bella at home ?" inquired Mr. Meir
Of the servant.
"Troth and think it was the young
MISTRESS voice was after hearing just nov
in the yeanny room"
Mr.. Meirs led the way 10 the direction in
dicated. while John, much embarrassed
followed. lie felt that IL was high time ioI
an explanation. Bu: Mr. Meirs VS. to-
much pre.occupied with the one idea-ih'
identity Of John Peters and his marriag,
with Bella-to heed the confused aud brok
en- sentences Of our hero. and the next mo
mept f,und him face 10 face with ono Of th,
mOst bewitehingly beautiful creatures h
had ever scen.
"This is Bella said Mr.. MOirs with
some pride; "you doubtless remember her
This Is your cousin John | hope you hav'
Mt forgotten him. What in the world
makes you stare 50, Bella' told you hi'
hair would be as dark as yours by this TINT
but you wouldn't believe 1t at all"
Here Mr. Mcirs consulted his watch, ant