Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-12-21
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By JEHIAL SLAB.

You know Grubbs, general agent of
Adorabls life insurance. company, dom
your inquired Green Jones
No? You've missed a sumner then.
He came along here about year ago
COW. Tongue glib! Well. it was. Ran
as sn.y as al empty hand sled in winter.
Even made believe was gifted as life
insurance agent.
The way he told it. not a single man
hal taken hold of the Adorable, for the
last hu; dred and fifty wears. aud made
less than five thousand year and ex
penses.
One agent had cleared sl56,0OO in
eight years.
Another had laid aside $l26, 900 in
ak years.
Another still peculiar case that was.
thong h-man particularly adapted to the
work He built up such business in
the short space of five years, that be ac-
tuaIIy oyershadowed the company. They
had to force him out, as a measure of
sslfprotectIon. Averaged twenty thou
sand dollars year clear of all expenses
while he was in, aud the company paid
him 100000 in lump for his renewals,
beaides, when he went out.
well, [ didn't care much about be
ing such an agent as that-the Internal
revenue officers would always be bother
ing mo SO. But finally concluded (ses
ing the thing was 81 common and easy)
that would turn in aud make eight or
ten thousand year, for eight or ten
years, and then retire on my renewal
commissions.
Grubbs posted me up till he said /
could go it, Then he went on home
and Loft ma to So 80 ~iouc.
The town was strange to me wear
ago, and every one in it q stranger. One
locality seemed just rs good as another
to begin in, as it were. So l ssuntered
lsi.urely down street the morning after
Grubbs left. aud swung into the frs,
store came to. l want goiug to let
any body ses but that had all the self
possession necessary for my branch of
business.
Nobody in sight. l lounged along
among the boxes, and brooms, and cod
fish pies. in q sort of cheeky, familiar
way. till got to the back office. There
/ found a large middle aged man, sit
ting alone, reading newspaper.
He looked up over the top of his pa
per rather suspiciously as | entered. -
Then be said, Good morningr Cody
and obviously.
/ was very intent on my srrand Ey
that tims-so intent that wholly neg
lected TO answer him.
Il hauled out my rate book and open
ed it.
1.-THE paper was laid aside ominous!y,
his gaze still riveted on me.
with hand kind of trembling aud
knees shaking little, began:
Mister did you ever consider the sub
jsct Of
Il didn't finish that sentence. for down
Slated two dollar aud half pair of
spectacles. Up bounced two hundred
pounds Of we'll developed bone and
sinew. Around tbs room, agile as
French dancing master, it went hopping.
Like a wild bull in a slaughter yard it
roare1.
The ID and Cesar! Six life insur-
ance agents. and it amt nine o'clock yet
There began to crawfsb i won't
stand it another minute! Here, Tigs!
sick 'imr
There was sudden. convulsiye
scratching of toe-nails at the further end
of big safe that stood on the other
side of the room. Then came scratch
ing equally sudden and convulsive where
| was.
Il started just one square jump ahead
of that bull dog, and | maintained my
advantage till | got within about ten feet
of the front door. Then found it nee
essary to execute quick, strategic. right
flank movement around pile Of boxes.
THAT dog went on out doors with
one of my coat tails in his mouth, and
went through side window.
Il di.ln't pay much attention to any
thing bat the work had on hand going
home. Then with features grim as
grave stone. | proceeded TO pile applics
ton after application, book after book,
and circular after circular. on the top OF
each other. Then | turned all my pock
cts inside out. to SEQ if soms fragment
hadn't escaped my notice.
That pile is in the house there yet.
il nv wife hasn't burnt it up. Aud
there it may stay. my friend. / shsn't
touch another Que of those documents.
If they get to be as old as the Declaration
Of Independence,
Life Insurance. agent? well 9th
srs may seek success that way if they
want too. I'D rather be pack psdder.'
The liberal hearted proprietor of a
lager beer saloon in Rutland, VI, recent