A Matter Of Policy

A beautiful and bashíul young woman of about nineteen sumniers caüed reoently at t!ie oflice of a life injnrance agent, saya The New York Telegram, and Uked h i ni ümiilly if lio could teil her how long pooplo of a certain ftgp would Uto. "Madam," replied the agent, coughing respectfully bebínd a prospectus, and drawing li is cbair ncar to her, "here are our tables of expectation and average mortality, whioh contain all the iiiformatioii on Uu; subject that one can dosiro." "Well," said she, "how long v!ll a man of 67, atid that eats peas with his knife, live?" "Acnording to our table, madam," replied the agent, "lio should, on tho average, survivo elovou years, throo months and sixteen davs, "That," said the visftor, "would be Uil tho 21t of April, 189(3." "Precisiïly, madam, oa the avorage expeotation of murtality, for we uiust' all dio, and it thereforo well to insure against loss to the loved ones in a couipany who-e characcer " "And how arnuh could I lasare his life for?" "Oh, for any amount- say for $10,000," ho answercd, takiug up a blank form of application. "Let me reeommend the unexcopted advanlages offered by our non-forfeitable endowment poliey." "Well," said the young woman, "I think, then, I'll niariy him." "liisiu; him, yon mean?" corrected the agent. "Mo, inan-y him; you insure him. Yon seo," s!i addi'd with a Durst of conlidence, "I löve Ilerbert, and Mr. Davvkins isold enough to be niy grandfatlior. Hut llcrbrt is poor, and I [ast worship the corner lots that Mr. Dawkins builds on. And Herbert is verv patiënt, and says that if I will only iix a day, no matter how long ho may have to Walt, hc will be happy. Now, you say Mr. Dawkins will die by the 21st of April, 18'J(3; and as it wouldn't be decent to marry again till I've been a year in mourning, I'll arrange to marrv Ilerbort on the 22d of April, 1897, 'and if Mr. Dawkins doesn't die by tlien, you'll givo me 10.000. Oli, tlianü you !'' :iiul with a deep bow slie swept out of theoflico.