As he shook hands, he blurted out huskily, "The boy's a fine young fellow, Hi.
It don't seem right to disgrace him by cutting him off this way." Hiram winced.

"Wait a minute," he said.

He had been overlooking the public--how the town would gossip and insinuate.

"Put in this, Torrey," he resumed after reflecting.

And deliberately, with long pauses to construct the phrases, he dictated: "I make this disposal of my estate through my love for my children, and because I have firm belief in the soundness of their character and in their capacity to do and to be.