throw it your way, for I think you a squarer sort of a chap than
them ere gang further up the street. I tell you they're sharpers,
they fleeced dad last summer and I wasn't agoin' to be so green, eh
'Squire?"

"Well Mr. Spriggins, I shall always try to work to your satisfaction
any time you are in need of advice," returned our friend, rising
from the desk and going toward the window.

Mr. Spriggins thought he would soon be ready for "startin'" and also
rose up, in the meantime depositing the before-mentioned wallet in
his waistcoat pocket. Silence reigned in the lawyer's office for
three minutes, when the door was reopened and Mose Spriggins'
rubicund face once more adorned the apartment.

"Say, 'Squire, aint there a new kind of insurance consarn 'round
these diggins? I'm thinkin' of gittin' my life insured--not 'cause
there's any kinsumption in our fam'ly, only there's no tellin' when
a feller might peg out. Tell you, 'Squire, I'm sound as a bell."

Mr. Spriggins turned himself around for inspection, and shrugged his
broad shoulders with an air of evident self-esteem.

A lengthy speech might have followed, but our legal friend averted
the catastrophe by informing his client that the Dominion Safety
Fund office was close at hand, and with quiet mien escorted the said
Mr. Spriggins to the door.

A genial "come in" answered the summons of the applicant, and in
another chapter we will be able to inform the reader how the