The lawyer continued to write.
“I understand, then,” he observed, “that you bequeath all your estate to your husband, in the event of your son being decided to be dead.”
Mrs. Trimble paused to consider.
“I think,” she said, “I will leave the sum of five thousand dollars to charitable purposes as a memorial of Edward.”
“I don’t think much of charitable societies,” growled Trimble.
“Some of them do a great deal of good,” said the lawyer. “Are there any particular societies which you would wish to remember, Mrs. Trimble?”
“I leave the choice to my executor,” said the lady.
“Whom have you selected for that office?”
“Will you serve?” she asked.
“Then you don’t care to appoint Mr. Trimble?”