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By Alvinah 'Jordan Garth
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Hiram "Roly-Poly" Benson,
well designated as a nickname, ad
mirably filled the "information" desk
in the offices of Bacon & Co., brokers.
He was undersized, rotund, big-eyed,
pink as a posy, always neat and clean
of person. He exhaled healthfulness.
He seemed built for the very chair he
occupied and harmonized well with
the six pretty and also pink ste
. nographers, filling in the office pic
ture just behind him.
Hiram was the oflice pet, but that
had not spoiled him. He had come
into the employ of Bacon & Co. under
peculiar circumstances and the co
operation that had enabled the con
nection was appreciated and cher
ished by young Hiram. If only for
the sake of plain, honest, hard-working
John Marvin, his sponsor, he was
determined to "make good."
It was both curious and portentious
the manner in which these two met
Hiram was at that time experiencing
the sorrows and hardships of his first
employment messenger boy for the
Security National bank. One morn
ing Hiram was sent with two pack
ages of securities to deliver to two
different financial institutions. He
placed each in a separate inside coat
pocket It made him puff to walk
fast, and he appeared as a strenuous
junior business devotee as he swung
down the crowded thoroughfare. Ab
ruptly he checked himself to a stag
gering halt as he chanced to put his
hands to his pockets. One of the
precious packets was missing! He let
out a frantic yell with the full power
of his lungs.
"Lost ruined! m be hung!" he
wailed next, and sank to the curb and
a crowd gathered. An officer came
up seeking an explanation. Hiram,
in iris profound excitement and des
peration, had swollen the loss in se
curities to a fabulous amount A man
pushed his way through the crowd.
It was John Marvin.
"What was the address on the lost
packet, lad?" he inquired.
"Blackstone, Wharton Winkle
man," replied Hiram in a breath.
"There it is," announced Marvin,
extending a package. "You must
have dropped it on the street a ways
back where I picked it up.
"Hunkeydory!" shouted Hiram and
he grabbed the packet eagerly and
his face fairly bloomed again, and he
clung to Marvin's sleeve until he was
He Exhaled Healthfulness
piloted clear of the crowd. "Mister,
please give me your card."
"Why, what's that for?" queried
"So's I can reward you not now,
when I'm rich. Another thing: J don't
want to forget what you've done for
me. Tell you, it's a narrow escape!
It's me to deliver these securities
and back to the bank and resign my
"Why do you do that?" asked Mar
vin, somewhat interested in this odd
ly original character he had run up
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