Each of the
three of them had a separate doctor, whom they trusted
implicitly--and each had a separate attorney. And each of them
distrusted the other's doctor and the other's attorney. And,
naturally, the doctors and the attorneys warned one all the
time--against each other. You cannot imagine how complicated it
all became for me. Of course I had an attorney of my
own--recommended to me by young Carter, my Philadelphia
nephew.
I do not mean to say that there was any unpleasantness of a
grasping kind. The problem was quite another one--a moral
dilemma. You see, old Mr Hurlbird had left all his property to
Florence with the mere request that she would have erected to him
in the city of Waterbury, Ill., a memorial that should take the form
of some sort of institution for the relief of sufferers from the heart.
Florence's money had all come to me-- and with it old Mr
Hurlbird's. He had died just five days before Florence.
Well, I was quite ready to spend a round million dollars on the
relief of sufferers from the heart. The old gentleman had left
about a million and a half; Florence had been worth about eight
hundred thousand--and as I figured it out, I should cut up at about
a million myself.
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