The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1910-10-14
BROWN AND
ANOTHER
By NJ. Quad
Copyright, 1910. by Associated Lit
erary Press

ment of man or woman was infallible.
Mr. Brown manufactured shirt waists
for women and handkerchiefs for men
and women. That was the way he
judged them When he saw a man
fiourlshing one of his make of hand
kerchiefs that man was all right.
When he saw one of his shirt waists
on woman he tipped his hat to her,
whether acquainted or not.
Mr.. Brown was his own cashier and
bookkeeper None Of the young men
who applied for the position carried
his handkerchiefs, and he had never
been bothered with young ladies' The
day came, however. when one was
brought up on the freight elevator
with a lot of boxes. Before he had
looked her in the face he had noticed
that she had on one Of his nonpareil
shirt waists and carried one of his
three for quarter handkerchiefs. Her
credentials were satisfactory in adj
vance.
Miss Prim was eighteen years old
and an orphan. She had never had
a place, but she was after one now.
She could cashier, bookkeep and type
write. she would take a low salary
for the first six months. Mr.. Browns
heart warmed toward her as he look
ed into her big blue eyes. There were
loyalty and honesty there. The idea
Of low wages also struck a responsive
chord. Mr.. Brown had always paid
low wages and prevented extrava-
gance on the part of his employees. If
Miss Prim would come for IS per week
he could get SIS worth of work out of
her.
The demure Miss Prim slipped into
the Office as softly as a mouse, Some
OF the young men tried to talk with
her, but outside of business matters
she ignored them. She caught on to
her work at once. Mr.. Brown didn't
rush home that night to tell his wife
about the innovation at the office, MS
some foolish manufacturers would
have done He left 1t to her to find
out She did find out. On the third
day she appeared via the freight ele-
vator and had look at Miss Prim.
She went away without passing judg
ment but at the dinner table that
evening she said;
Jacob, look out for herr
Who Miss Prim?"
shes cat. She's too demure.
She's got n card to play"
A few days later Miss Prim was
asked to lunch with Mr. Brown She
timldly asked to be excused and ate
her sandwich as she worked.
Told you So" he said to his wife.
with triumphant air. Yes. sir,
invited her. and she turned me down"
"Then you look out for her all the
more" replied the wife.
1t was three or four weeks before
Miss Prim was referred to again in
the family. Then in answer to an in
quiry the husband stated:
''Timid as ever. The other evening
when it rainesl so offered to take her
home in my auto. and she fairly ran
for the elevator to get away from me.
Every one in the Office has asked her
10 lunch, but she has refused all
Splendid bookkeeper, and what do you
suppose happened TO the cash the 9th.
er dayT
'She found It short and wept about
1t, the little cat, and you told her to
never mind"
"Ha, ha, ha! The cash was $40
over, and here 1t is to buy gloves with.
That's the kind of cashier Jacob
Browns got. Miss Prim could have
put that money In her pocket, but she
didn't"
"oh, Jacob What man-what a
manf' exclaimed the wife. "You are
rushing headlong to Destruction
Browns shirt waists and Browns
handkerchiefs never deceive"
Two months had gone by when the
next and last conversation occurred.
Mrs. Brown wanted to know about that
little cat and was answered:
Marie, / must really protest. Same
timidity, same retiring attitude. She
goes to the bank now, and the paying
teller speaks in the highest manner of
her business qualifications. She's al
ways correct to a dot Things are go
ing beautifully
"0h. you blind mani"
you know Schwartz, of course.
He's worth million He saw Miss
Prim few weeks ago when he was in,
and yesterday he asked her to be his
wife left 'em alone, and he asked
her"
And she jumped for him like
cricket, Of course"
@Ha, ha, hal Jumped right away
from him like rabbit. l came back
to find her pale and trembling"
ooh, the lxitten-the catw
Even If ! were n widower and in
love with her l. Jacob Brown, manu-.
facturer of the nonpareil shirt waist
and the three for a quarter handker-
chiefs, should not dare ask her to be
my wife,"
Mrs. Brown simply lay back and
gasped for breath.
week later there was excitement
in Browns Office. 1t was Saturday.
Miss Prim had gone to the bank with
cash and drafts and checks and was
" return with the payroll money. She
did not return. The police looked in
vain. They found out that she hadn't
been murdered in the bank. but moth
ing more.