CHAPTER XXXIX.
MAKING A WILL.
“Mr. Coleman,” said Trimble, with suavity, “this is my wife, Mrs. Trimble.”
The lawyer bowed.
“I believe you wish to execute a will, Mrs. Trimble?” said he.
“Yes,” answered the poor mother, in a spiritless tone.
Various questions were asked in relation to the property, and then the lawyer seated himself at a table and wrote the formal part of the will.
“I understand you wish to leave the entire property to your husband?” he said, in a tone of inquiry.
“In the event of my son’s death,” interpolated Mrs. Trimble.
“But, my dear, he is dead,” said Abner Trimble, with a slight frown.