Connecticut western news., 1886-01-20
NOT LIKELY TO RETURN.

A tall, smoothly shaven man walked into the office of well-known Broad street broker early yesterday morning. He carried small brown-colored bag Tn 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 cush- toned chair of the broker, with his feet on the desk, industriously engaged in smoking cigarette. As the visitor ap- peared at the door of the back office the office boy glanced at him through cloud of blue and ill-smelling smoke and exclaimed, between puffs: "Come in, young feller, don't be afraid"
 The visitors face expressed surprise, but he said nothing.
 q suppose" said the office boy, with ready nopchalance, "that you've come in to see old Brown?"
 "Well," went on the youth glibly, Che ain't in. He's out in the country on bender"
 "On what ?" asked the visitor
 "On spree. You see he sent the old girl-''
 "The what ?'' inquired the visitor as he seated himself in 8 chair.
 ''That's right, make yourself at home. Havo cigar?" he added, as he opened Mir Browns desk and pulled out 8 box of Havanas.
 'You were speaking of the old girl, |" interrupted the visitor as he declined the prohered cigar.
 "Oh, yes," went on the lad. 'He sent his wife away to her home in Yer mont. Did you see Mrs B.. No? We'll, she's holy corker She has that duff fer 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 he sent me over to his house with note to Mrs B. I took it up to the house. Mrs B read it. What ? she said, MT Brown will have to be away tonight. No, sir, You tell him that shall expect him home to dinner. '' He went home to dinner, too. We'll, as I was saying, Old Brown sent Mrs B. off to her home and then started out on a royal old bender. He left me stack of letters to mail to Mrs B. every day to make her think he was in town attend ing to his business. Oh! I'm onto his nibs. I tell you"
 "You seem to know great deal about your employer" observed the visitor.
 Well, I should smile. We're all onto him. The bookkeeper says if he had such wife he'd commit suicide Why, would you believe 1t, he's afraid to breathe when Mrs. B. s ln town. I'm the junior partner of this firm. Is there any business can do for you? Want to Ouy any SCOCk! hc1lO! uoIo COIucS Luo bookkeeper now"
 At this moment the boy tossed his cigarette into the waste basket and took bis boots off the desk.
 "How are you?" inquired the book keeper as he entered the back room. "I didn't expect you home so soon. How did you enjoy the seashore 9
 "First-rate," replied the visitor.
 CT declare, Mir Brown" continued the bookkeeper, 'I would hardly have known you, since you shaved of your whiskers. We'll, Richard" he added to the office toy, I guess you can go now."
 But he spoke to late. The boy had already left. He didn't come back either. This is the explanation given by MT Brown for card which appeared in the front window of his office yester- day afternoon, which read as follows:
 "A quiet, industrious, discreet off, @ boy wanted, No idiots need apply"