The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-17
Not Likely to Return.
Syracuse Standard.l

A tall, smooth -shaven man walked into the office of a well-known Broad street broker early yesterday morning. He carried a small, brown colored bag in his hand and over his arm hung fash ionably cut top-coat. He was evidently just from the country, although his clothes were of recent city make. No one was in the office except the office boy, whom he found sitting in the cushioned chair of the broker, with his feet on the desk, in- dustriously engaged in smoking a cigar. et:e. As the visitor appeared at the door of the back cffice the office boy glanced at him through cloud of blue and ill-smelling smoke and exclaimed between puffs: Come in, young fellar, don't be afraid"
 The visitors face expressed surprise, but he said nothing.
 "l suppose" said the office boy with ready nonch dance, "that you've come ln to see old Brown?"
 "Well," went on the youth glibly, "he ain't in. He's out in the country on a bender"
 "On a what P asked the visitor. "On spree. You see he sent the old girl-"
 The what2" inquired the visitor, as he seated himself in chair.
 "Thats right, make yourself at home. Have cigarp as he opened MT. Browns desk and pulled out box of Havanas.
 "You were speaking of the old girl" interrupted the visitor, as he declined the proffered cigar.
 "Oa, yes" went on the lad. "He sen. his wife to her home in Vermont. Dld you ever see Mrs. B2 No2 We'll, shes holy corker. She has that duffer right under her thumb. He had some friends come down to the city to see him last spring. They wanted him to take them around the town and show lem the ele- phant. Old Brown was afraid to go. He said he'd see about it. Then he sent me over to his house with note to Mrs. B. l took it up to the house. Mrs. B. read it.
 'What2 she said, 'Mr. Brown will have to be away tonight No, sir. You tell him shall expect him home to din- ner He went home to dinner, too. We'll, as l was saying, old Brown sent Mrs. E. of to her home and then started on royal old bender. He left me stack of letters to mail to Mrs. B. every day to make her think he was in town at- tending to his business. Oh Pm on to his nibbs, tell you"
 "You seem to know a great deal about your employer" observed the visitor.
 '' We'll, should smile We're all onto him. The bookkeeper says if he had such wife he'd commit suicide. Why, would you believe it, he's afraid to breathe when Mrs. B.'s in to VII. I'm the junior partner of this firm, Is there any business can do for you2 Want to buy any stock?. Hello here comes the book keeper nowp
 Al this moment the boy tossed his cigarette into the waste-basket and took his boots off the desk.
 How are you?' inquired the book keeper as he entered the back room didn't expect you so soon. How did you enjoy the seashore ?"
 First rate," replied the visitor.
 declare, MT. Brown" contlnde the bookkeeper, !" would hardly know you since you shaved off your whiskers. We'll, Richard" he added to the office boy, "l guess you can go."
 But he spoke too late. The boy had already left. He didn't come back either. This is the explanation gwen by Mir Brown for card which appeared in the front window of his office yesterday afternoon, which read as follsws:
 "A quiet, industrious, discreet office by wanted. No idiots need apply"