“I guess Dave Murray is the man for me,” said Harry in admiration of the originality of this idea.
“Of course he is,” asserted the friend. “And if you want to make the argument stronger for your wavering girl, get an accident insurance policy, with a sick benefit clause, also, and then take out a little old age insurance. There ought to be no trouble about giving her all the assurance necessary to allay her fears.”
Harry was a good risk, and he had no difficulty in getting a policy. He saw Murray personally, but, as he did not explain his purpose or situation, their conference was brief: Murray merely asked if he thought a thousand-dollar policy was all he could afford.
“Because,” said Murray, “when you go after a good thing it’s wise to take all you can of it. There ought to be enough so that something can be found after your estate is settled.”
“I’d make it five hundred if I could,” said Harry.
“Most of the good companies,” said Murray, “wisely protect a man from his own economical folly by refusing to issue a policy for less than a thousand.”
“It’s an experiment. A fellow doesn’t want to put too much money into an experiment.”
Murray, the resourceful Murray, was bewildered. Life insurance an experiment! Surely he could not mean that.
“Well,” he said, “your widow will be pretty sure to think the experiment a success.”
“I haven’t got a widow,” asserted Harry.