Agent. Safety Fund--that's a queer name. Would you
mind explainin' that. You musn't think hard of me sir if I want to
know all about this business, for you know people have been so taken
in by so many humbuggin' consarns that it makes a feller keerful."
Within a very short time Mr. Spriggins was led to see the beauty of
the Safety Fund. How that the longer he was insured the more
favorable his position; how persistent members of the class received
the benefit, etc.
"That's just the thing I've been lookin' for," exclaimed the
applicant, his face aglow with enthusiasm.
A few more preliminaries were discussed to the entire satisfaction
of Mr. Moses Spriggins, and arrangements were made that he should
present himself before the medical examiner on the following morning
at ten o'clock.
"Nothin' could suit better, Sir, for one of our naber's girls is
a'stayin' in town now, and there's enough attraction there, sir, to
keep me here for to-night."
Mr. Spriggins cast a knowing glance at the official as much as to
say "you understand me."
On his way up Princess street the veritable Mose might be heard
soliloquizing at a wholesale rate--"Well, now, its mighty cheap,
too, and a feller is gettin' sich profit; better that than raisin'
tatters and lettin' the bugs eat 'em--on a thousand, too.
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