M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1858-07-01
Snttttsting storp.
HUNTING A SITUATION.
A GOOD STORY.

John Peters had Just graduatej
from the mercantile college in New
York, and with a recommendation il
his pocket, was now in search of {
situation. He was good looking
young man of twenty-three, had earn
ed with his own bands the money tha
Professor Ferdinand Costello de Guel
had received for his education wher
finished. If VIC mistake not, John
Peters was q native Of a little town in
Connecticut, which, from some over
sight on the part Of previous compil,
ers, has had the misfortune to be en-
tirely overlooked by the great Colonel
Brookes, in his universal scrutiny Of
the State.
For fear of rendering the town
classical, as being the birthplace oil
our hero, we shall refrain from further
mention Of it satisfied that the curios-
ity as already excited, will induce fu.
ture compilers to be more accurate in
their researches, and thus, in the
course of time, it may como to be
awarded to the aforesaid town, in spite
Of its isolation and obscurity, its due
share Of geographical notice and i'm
portance.
In what part Of the city John Pc
ters resided, or where he happened to
be on the morning to which we refer
is a point not clearly shown. l am
sorry, however, because tue locality
Of John Peters might tend to strength
en- the identity Of John Peters, and
prevent him chad this fact, with other
important items, been duly established
in the mind of the wealthy and inlu-
ential John Moirs,) from entrapping
the pretty bird which policy aud world
ly 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 tact that 0 o'clock
A. NJ, found him standing at tho door
of John Meirs counting-room, Mr.
MeirS having that morning advertised
for a book-keeper.
81 believe | have tle honor Of ad-
dressing Mr.. John Meirs9' said John
Peters, touching his hat and bowling
profoundly.
"The same," responded Mr.. Meirs,
with frigidly digniiied bow. Can
l be of any service to you9 Please
proceed"
John Peters hesitated and glanced
about the room; the presence of Mr..
M. was recognizable in every object.
"What shall l do9 If there was
only a hole somewhere, thought John.
But as there was no hole, our hero
proceeded:
"My name is Peters--John Peters
at your service"
Mr.. Meirs sprang frcm his arm
chair as though he had received a
shock from some invisible battery.
"John Peters by all that's gra-
cious," cried Mr.. Moirs, embracing
him. "And here, like an old simple
ton, have been treating you, think
ing you q stranger all the while, ac-
cording to the most frigid rules of eti-
quot; | deserve to be blowcd for hay
ing studied Count de Orsay's Treat
ise. But how is your father!-how
stupid in me. | can sec him in every
feature in your face in good spirits,
| recon9-yes see, no matter about
the answer--arrived in morning train
all tired out no doubt. Yes, OF
course, how could l expect you to be
otherwise!--rode all night! Perfect
ly unexpected. Though didn't dream
Of your coming before the expiration
of another week. think your father
said in his letter week from Friday
to-day, let me see this is Wcdncs-
day, which would leave it a week
from day after tomorrow. But II?
matter, you are justaS 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 de.
| Ilighted-eome;" and he caught tho
arm of John Peters and started in the
direction Of the street. ar.s..
81 fear there is slight misunder.
standing somewhere9" faltered Jshn,
attempting to withdraw his arm; sit
is true my name is John Peters"
"Of course, and my name is John
Meirs, and You are to marry my
daughter Bella. can see no misun.
derstanding about the matter" Hal
| 10. he shouted, at the same time beck
oning to the driver of the bus, and
renewing his hold upon John Peters
arm; "hallo, there, two fares this way,
The driver held up, and Mr.. Meirs,
in spite of The half. formed remonstran-
ces of the bcwildered John Peters,
hurried him into the bus and in five
minutes more they were ascending the
marble steps Of the merchants man
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