CHAPTER IX.
MR. SPRIGGINS GETS INSURED--THE DOMINION SAFETY FUND.
As Mr. Spriggins is a gentleman of no mean pretensions and occupying
a prominent place among our characters we will again introduce him
as he is seated in the office of the Dominion Safety Fund.
The general agent greets Mr. Spriggins in his usual gentlemanly and
unassuming manner--a fact which is not lost upon the applicant.
"Well, Mr. Agent, spose you'll think it a mighty queer business to
see a feller comin' here without a bein' asked, so to make a long
story short, I might as well till you all about it."
With this remark the speaker pulled his chair closer to the desk and
with an assumed business air began--
"You see, Mr. Agent, I'm not a married feller but have a terrible
good mind to hitch on one of these days and that's the reason I'm
here to-day."
"A poor place this to come to look for a wife," remarked an elderly
gentleman in a gruff voice, who had just entered on business as the
last words had been repeated.
A happy smile illuminated Mr. Spriggins' face as he rose to
retaliate.
"Oh, indeed sir, I'm posted on such affairs. When I want a pard'ner
I know mighty well where to go--none of yer peeaner players for
me--give me the girl that can make butter and boil a pot of tatters
without havin' em all rags and mush.
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