34 INSCRANCE AT PINEY WOODS.
BILL THOMPSON INSPECTS TOO MUCH.
GREAT excitement was created yesterday when Bill Thompson, popularly known as "Pikey" Bill, agent of the insurance companies in the combine, was carried off to the inebriate asylum at Elm Grove. When the train moved out of the depot the last seen of Bill he was trying to pull loose of Deputy Sheriff Joe Ambrose and Jim Arulsparger and hollowing "Hooraw for Jeff Davis!" That was always his great war cry when tanked up. Mr. Thompson's trouble began six weeks ago when he commenced to study up schedule rating. While the Atlanta rater was here he drank hard for company's sake, and then when he tackled the schedule all by his lone self, nothing but more liquor could help him. Last week a special agent of one of his companies struck Piney Woods to inspect, but said he wasn't going to inspect, that it was too hot, and did the company think he was going to kill himself in water-melon time with overwork. So he gets Bill to set down and give him points to fill up his blanks with, and the letters was dropped in the mail, postmark all O. K., without seeing a risk. Then they set into a poker game for two days. When Bill came out of it he was considerable shaky, but lie took a Turkish bath and went to the office. There he found another special come to inspect, but Bill told him he had just spent three days inspecting and he was d—d if he would turn in to it again. The special says O. K., you set