“Of course not; but you may have.”
“How can I have a widow when I am dead?” asked Harry. “How can I have anything when I am dead?”
“You can’t tell by the looks of an electric wire how highly it is charged,” mused Murray. “I guess I touched this one too recklessly.” Then to Harry: “But there may be a widow.”
“There may,” returned Harry.
“Well, she’ll be sorry you didn’t experiment on a larger scale, because it really isn’t an experiment at all. There’s only one thing surer than insurance.”
“What’s that?” asked Harry with interest.
“Death; and, with the popular gold bonds or any limited payment policy, you have a chance to beat death by some years. But suit yourself.”
So Harry took the physical examination and got the policy, payable to his estate. Then he promptly assigned it to Alice.
“There’s one thousand dollars sure, if anything should happen to me,” he said. “That beats any old elusive two thousand that Tom Nelson may have.”
“You’re a dear, good, faithful boy, Harry,” she said impulsively, and she gave him a kiss.