The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1859-12-17
IN SEARCH OF A SITUATION.

John Peters had Just graduated from th'
mercantile College in New York, and will
a Recommendation and diploma in hi
pocket was now IN search of situation
He was good looking young man O.
twenty -three-had earned with his owl
hands The money Prof. Ferdinand Costello
de Cour had received in charge for hi
education, and, if we mistake not, John wa
u native of small town in Connecticut
which from some oversight in the previous
compilers, has had the misfortune to b.
entirely overlooked by the great Mr.. Brooks
in his universal scrutiny of this State.
7 For fear of rendering the town c!assica
being the birthplace of our hero, we shal
refrain from further mention Of it, satisfied
that the curiosity which we have alread,
excited will induce future compllers to b.
more accurate in their researches, and thus
IN the course of time, may come to b
awarded to the aforesaid town, in spite o.
its present isolation and obscurity, its du,
share Of geographical Importance.
In what part Of the city John Peters resi-
ded, or where he happened to be on tha
morning to which We refer, is point no
clearly shown. | am sorry, however, be-
cause the locality of John Peters might tenc
to strengthen the identity of John Peters
and prevent him Chad this fact with som'
other important items been clearly estab
lshed in the mind Of the wealthy and inhu
entail Joshua Meirs) from entrapping the
pretty bird which policy and worldly calcu
lation had bent into the bush OF John Peter!
the second.
That Johd Peters had been looking ovel
mr. IlI tpd
from the fact that precisely 9 O'Clock, am.
found him standing at the door of Mr.
Joshua Meirs' counting room-M j. Melr:
having advertised that morning for book
keeper.
of addressing Mr.. Joshua Mers - sale
John Peters, touching his hat and bowne
profoundly in the direction indicated.
"The same,' responded Mr.. Meirs, witt
u frlgldly diguifed nod; "can | be of an,
service to you? Please proceed.
John Peters hestated, and glanced abou
the room; the presence of Mr.. Meirs was
recognizable in every object.
What shall do? If there was only {
hole somcw here, thought John. But there
was no hole, and our hero proceeded
NV name is Peters. John Peters,
Mr.. j. Melrs sprang from his arm chair
AS though he had received shock from
some invisible battery,
John Peters! BY all that's gracious
cried Mr. Meirs, embracing him. "Anl
here, like an old empleton, hnve been
treating you, thinking You stranger all thu
while, ding to the most rigid rules oi
etiquette. deserve to be blowcd for ever
having studied Count d'Orasy's treatise
But how is your father how stupid in mt
i can see HIM in every feature Of vouI
fucp-in good spirits, 1 reckon? Yes,
SEC, no matter about the answer. AlrIvrt
IN the morning traln-ull tired out, IL
doubt. Yes, Of course, how could expoc
YOU to be othcrwiset Rode all night,
see: Perfectly unexpected thoug h-didn'
dream Of your coming before the eXrIrHt OF
of another week think Your father said il
letter Il week from Fr!day-to. day, ic
me see, is " Nelnc sdav- which would leave
it week from day after tomorrow. Bu
no matter you are just as wcIrUne. Here
comes the omnibus. Ii vii take US within
two minutes walk of my residence. and Bella
Is Il; home this morning. She cant h"Ii
but be Sighted come! And Ir. Ntr:
caught the arm Of John and started IN lht
direction Of the street.
- fear there is Il slight misunderstanding
son"where,' fuuItcred John, attempting Il
withdraw his arm; sit Is true NY name !!
John Peters
"Of course! and my name is .Jo>hu;
Mrs, ard YOU are 10 marry my daughter
Bella. can SEQ no cause of mlsunicr-'anI
ing in thA matter. Halo - he shout !. a
the same time beckoning to the dr' y uI
the 'bu,' and renewing his hold upon ]ohr
Peters arm. .'IIullo there. Two fare.
thi, wny.'
The driver hslI up, and Mr.. N"ir-, il
Spite of the half formed remonstrnnce o
,h- bewiidered John Peters, hurried hin
into the bus and in FIVE inmates more the,
were ascending thr marble steps Of the mrr
chants residence.
SIS Bella at home" inquiries Mr.. Mcirs
Of the servant on the landing.
'Troth, an think it was the young mis-
tress' voice was afther hearing jst low il
the peanny room"
'Mr. Melrs led the WAY in the direction
indlcated, while John, much embarrassed
followed. He felt it was high time some
explanntion was offered. But Mr.. Melr'
was too much prcJccupied with the oE'
idea-the identity Of John Peters, and hl'
proposed connection with the Mc!rs f,m,ll
to heed the confused and broken sentence.
of our hero, and the next moment found hin
face TO face with the most bewtching, beuu
tiful creature he had ever seen.
.1hs is Bella" said Mr.. Mei:s. with some
pride: ''you doubtless remember her. This
is your cousin John. hope you have NJ"
forgotten him. What in the world makes
you stare so, hussv? told you his hail
hn v this / Ipp o
but you didn't believe it.'
Here Mr.. Alers consulted his watch, anC
slid,-
"But must be in Wall street by ten; Sc
| shall be obliged to trust you to your OWL
government till dinner"
With this Mr.. Meirs departed, leaving
our hero indescribably confused. No sooner
was he gone, than Bella burst into ring.
inc laugh ncd exclaimed-''How funny !
Merrinent is said to be contageouS.-
John Peters laughed response to Bella
and he h,d q most beautiful way "t dong
it. which Bella, IN spite of the novelty Of
their situation, readily acknow !edged witt
a blush.
..There has been a great mistake made,''
said John, bowing sorrowful}y, as though
he would "a tale unfold"
81 sec," said Bella, ''you are trying to
cover up your red hair with wig. | hate
red hair, and the change makes you look SC
funny, it does indeed.'
sit is all II mistake" persisted John, red
dening: 81 never wore a wig in my life -
"Then YOU must have colored it, for i,
was red ten years ago, and used to laugh
at YOU when was angry, and advise you to
keep one eye open when you slept, lest 1t sci
thn bed curtains on fire !"
"What an awkward situation !" criec
John desperately; ''it is true, | am Johr
Peters, but not the John Peters you take
me for. and rs for having red hair, never
had that honor assure you.'
1t was now Bela's turn to look surprised
"And who are you thenf ?" cried Bella
"are YOU not John Peters of Baltimore?"
"On the contrary, | am John Peters o.
Connecticut, a graduate from the mercantile
college. and at present IN search of situa
ton. am not your cousin. and never saw
you, to my knowledge, before to-day
Though must confess you are the prettles
girl ever did see, and | much envy tn
J,tn | n