“Abel and S. Annie selected one.”
Take it altogether, I don’t believe anybody got much satisfaction out of it, only Abel. S. Annie sp’ilt her dress and bonnet entirely—they wuz wilted all down; and she ordered another suit jest like it before she slept.
Wall, the next mornin’ early two men come with plans for monuments. Abel had telegrafted to ’em to come with plans and bid for the job of furnishin’ the monument.
And after a good deal of talk on both sides, Abel and S. Annie selected one that wuz very high and p’inted.
The men stayed to dinner, and I said to Abel, out to one side,—
“Abel, that monument is a-goin’ to cost a sight.”
“Wall,” says he, “we can’t raise too high a one. Harrison deserved it all.”
Says I, “Won’t that, and all these funeral expenses, take about all the money he left?”
“Oh, no,” says he. “He had insured his life for a large amount, and it all goes to his wife and children. He deserves a monument, if a man ever did.”