St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-16
WILL NOT RETURN.
An office BOY who Was Well Up i'm
the business Takes N Rest.

A tall. smoOthly-shaven man, SAYS a
New York correspondent of the Syracuse
Standard, walked into the Office of we'll
known Broad street broker. He carried a
small brown-colored bag in his hand and
over his arm hung fashionably cut top
coat. He was evidently just from the
country, although his clothes were OF re-
cent CITY make. No one was in the Office
except the Office boy, whom he found sit
ting in the cushioned chair of the broker,
with his feet on the desk, industriOusly ell
gagged i'm smoking a cigaret. As the visitor
appeared at the door of the back Office the
Office boy glanced at him through cloud
of blue and ill-smelling smoke and eX-
claimed. between puffS: Come In young
Teller. don't be afraid"
The visitors face expressed surprise, but
he said nothing.
IL suppose" said the Ofice-boy, with
ready nonchalance, THAT you've come in 10
see old Brown
well, went on the youth, glibly, che
amt in. He is out in the country on a
bender"
''On a what?" asked the visitor.
ION a spree. You see, he sent the old
girl"
1.-The what?" inquired the visitor, as he
seated himself in chair.
That's right, make yourself at home.
Have a cigar?" he added, as he opened SIr.
Browns desk and pulled out box of Ha-
YanaS.
You were speaking of the old girl" in
terrupted the visitor, rs he declined the
proffered cigar.
''Oh, yes went on the lad. ''He sent
his wife away to her home in Vermont.
SIN :
a holy corller. She has that duffeT 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 go. He
said he'd see about it, Then Inc
sent ne over to his house with note 10
Mrs. B. / took it up 10 the house
Mrs. B read il. What" said she, Mr..
Brown will nave TO be away tonight. No,
sir. You tell him that l shall expect him
home To dinner He went home to dinner.
too. Well. as L was saving, old Brown
sent Mrs. B off 10 her home and then
started ont on royal old bender. He left
me a stack of letters to mail 10 Mrs. B
every day TO make her think he was in
town attending to his business. Oh! I'm
onto his nibS, / tell YOU"
You seem TO know a great deal about
your employer" observed the visitor.
'Well. L should smile. We're all onto
him. The bOokkeeper says if he had such
a wife he'd commit suicide. Why, would
you believe ii. he's afraid TO breathe when
Mrs. BIS in town. I'm the junior partner in
this firm. Is there any business l can do
for you? Want to buy any stock? Hello.
here comes the bookkeeper now"
At this moment the boy tossed his cigaret
into the waste-basket and took his boots of
the desk.
How are yOu?" inquired the hOOkkeeper
as he entered the back room. Il didn't eX-
pect YOU home so soon. How did you enjoy
the SeaShOre?"
First rate" replied the visitor.
Il declare, Mr.. Brown" continued the
bookkeeper, Il would hardly have known
you since YOU shaved off your whiSkers.
Well, Richard. he added To the Office boy,
Il guess you can 90 now"
But he spoke too late. The boy had al
ready left. He didn't come back. either.
This is the explanation given by Mr.. Brown
for a card which appeared in the front Win
dow of his office yesterday afternoon, which
read as follows:
"A quiet industrious. discreet Office boy
wanted. No idiots need apply"