Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-08-26
Will Not Return.

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A tall, smoothly.shaven man, says
a New York correspondent of the
Syracuse Standard, walked into the
office of q well-known Broad street
broker. He carried a small brown
colored bag in his hand and over his
arm hung fashionably cut tsp-cOat.
He was evidently just from the coun-
try, although his clothes were of re-
cent 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, industriously engaged in smok-
ing cigarette. AS the visitor ap-
peared at the door of the back Office
the office-boy glanced at him through
a cloud of blue and ill-smslling smoke
and exclaimed, between puffs: "Come
in, young fellsr, don't be afraid"
The visitors face expressed surprise,
but he said nothing.
81 suppose" said the office-boy,
with ready nonchalance, "that you've
come in to see old Brown"
"Well," went on the youth, glibly,
"he amt in. He is out in the coun-
try on a. bender"
"On a what?" asked the visitor.
"On spree. You see, he sent the
old girl"
"The what?" inquired the visitor,
as he seated himself in chair.
That's right, make yourself at
home. Have cigar ?" he added, as
he opened Mr.. Browns desk and pull
ed out box of Havanas.
"You were speaking Of the old
girl" interrupted the visitor, as he
declined the proffered cigar.
"Oh, yes," went on the lad. "He
sent his wife away to her home in
Vermont. Did you see Mrs. B.?
No? Well, she's holy corker. She
has that duffer right under her thumb.
He had some friends come down to
the city last spring to see him. They
wanted him to take them around the
town and show 'em the elephant. Old
Brown was afraid to 60. He said he'd
see about it, Then he sent me over
to his house with a note to Mrs. B.
| took it up to the house. Mrs. B.
read it. 'WhatT she said, Mr..
Brown will have to be away tonight.
No, sir; you tell him that / shall ex-
pect him home to dinner He went
home to dinner. too. Well, rs 1 was
saying, Old Brown sent Mrs. B. off
to her home and then started out on
royal old bender. He left me a
stack of letters to mail to Mrs. B.
every day to make her think he was
in town attending to his business.
OH I'm on to his nibs, tell you"
you seem to know a great deal
about your employer" observed the
visitor.
"Well, I should smile. We're all
onto him. The book-kesper says if
he shad such a wife he'd commit
suicide. Why, would you believe it,
he's afraid to breathe when Mrs. BIS
in town. I'm the junior partner of
this firm. Is there any business l can
do for you? Want to buy any stock ?
Hello! here comes the book-keeper
now."
At this moment the boy tossed his
cigarette into waste-basket and took
his boots off the desk.
"How are you ?" inquired the book
keeper as he entered the back room.
II didn't expect you home SO soon.
How did you enjoy the seashore ?"
81 declare, Mr.. Brown" continued
the book-keeper, II would hardly
have known you since you shaved of
your whiskers. Well, Richard" he
added to the office-boy, II guess you
can 60 now."
But he spoke too late. The boy
had already left. He didn't come
back either. This is the explanation
given by Mr.. Brown for card which
appeared in the front window of his
office yesterday afternoon, which
read as fellows:
"a quiet, industrious, discreet Of
flee boy wanted No idiots need ap-
ply"