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Show HEADING OFF THE CALLER. Plan for Getting Rid of Life Insurance Insur-ance Agents Not Patented. The bell rang three times, and the man at the desk hastily reached for a flannel bandage. This he put round his neck. Then he arranged a sling, in which he put one arm, disarranged his hair, drew down the corners of bis mouth, got out of his chair, and painfully pain-fully limped toward the door. "Mr. Jones?" inquired the well-dressed well-dressed caller, who opened it at that moment. The man with the bandage half suppressed a groan. "Yes, that's my name. What can I do for you?" "You appear to be suffering," said the intelligent caller. "Suffering!" returned the other. "Do you think I'm doing this for fun? But what is your business, sir?" "Er pardon me," stammered the caller, "I think I'll drop in some other time eh?" "It's some trouble," soliloquized the man with the bandage, as he removed the paraphernalia and returned to his desk. "But it is really the quickest way to get rid of these life insurance agents. That man will never trouble me again." London Tit-Bits. |
