Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-08-13
Not likely to Return.

\ tall, smoothly shaver man walks
cd into the Office of u well known
Broad street broker a few days ago
He carried a snail brown cOlored bag
in his hand and over his arm hung q
fashionable out topcoat. He was
evidently Just from the couatry, al
though his clothes were Of "A recent
city make. No one was in the Office
except the Office boy, whom he found
sitting in the cusioned chair of the
broker, with his feet on the desk, in
dustrioUsiy engaged in smoking a
cigarette As the visitor appeared at
the door Of the back Office the Office
boy glanced at him through a cloud of
blue and ill-smellng smoke, and eX~
planned, between puffs: Come in,
young teller, don't be afraid"
The visitors face expressed sur
prised, bat he said nothing.
II suppose" said the office boy,
with ready nonchalance, that you've
come in to see old Browne
"Well," went on the youth glibly,
she amt in. Hes out ia the country
on 2 bender
"On a what2" asked the visitor.
"On spree. You see he sent the
old girl"
The what8' inquired the visitor, as
he seated himself IN a chair.
That's right, make yourself at
home. Have o cigarF' as he opened
Mr Browns desk and pulled at box
Of Hayanas.
You were speaking OF the old
girl, " interrupted the visitor, as he de
clined the protfered cigar.
con, yes, went on the lad. He
sent his wife to her home in Vermont.
Did YOU see Mrs. b. MOI Well,
she's a holy corker. She has that
dutfar right under her tbumb. 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 20. He said
he'd see about it,. Then he sent me
over to bis house with q note to Mrs.
b l took it up to the house. Mrs B.
read it.
WHAT she said, Mr.. Brown shall
have to be away tonight No, sir
You tell him that / shall expect him
home to dinner He went home to
dinner, too. Well, as / was saying,
old Brown sent Mrs. B. off TO her
home and then started out on 3 royal
old bender. He left nae a stack Of let
ters to mail to Mrs. 3. every day to
make her think he was in town at
tending to his business. Oh! I'm on
to his nibs, / tell you"
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about your employer" observed the
visitor.
"Wel, should smile. We're all
on to HIM. The bookkeeper says if
he had such a wife he commit suicide.
Why, would you believe it, he's afraid
to breathe when Mrs. B. Is in town.
I'm the junior partner of this firm.
Is there any business / can do for youl
Want to buy any stock2 Hello! here
comes the 5Ookkeeper now"
At this moment the boy tossed his
cigarette into the waste basket, and
took his boots Off the desk.
How are your" inquired the book
keeper, as he entered the back room.
81 dida't expect you home so soon.
How did you enjoy the seashore9"
First rate, " replied the visitor.
II declare, Mr.. Brown, continued
the bookkeeper, II would hardly
have known you, since you shaved
off your whiskerS. We'll, Richard, "
he added to the oflice-boy, II guess
you can go 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 a card which APP
peared in the front window of his
office, which read Us follows:
"A quiet, industrious, discreet Office
boy wanted. No idiots need apply"
The Chinese pheasants turned loose
in Oregon some time since have in
terbred with the native grouse, and a
new game bird, with the head Of
pheasant and wing and tail feathers
Of a grouse is the result.
The death a few weeks ago Of his