wills?â the Colonel asked.
âThat is my claim.â
âGood. Then I want you to make me one.â
There was a pause while the Colonel stared at him expectantly. Rutherford wondered if he was supposed to make the will up then and there, like a sandwich.
âWell, I guess Iâd better ask a few questions,â he said with a small professional smile. âDo you have a will now, sir?â
âTore it up,â the Colonel said. âTore them all up. Iâm changing my counsel, young man. That's why Iâm here.â
Rutherford decided not to press the point. âWe might start with your family, then. Do you have a wife, sir? Or children?â
âMy wife is dead, God bless her. No children. She had a couple of nieces, but theyâre provided for.â
âAnd you, sir?â
âOh, I have some grandnephews.â He shrugged. âNice young chaps. You know the sortâmarried, live in the suburbs, have two children, television. No point in leaving them any money. Real money, I mean. Scare them to death. Prevent their keeping down to the Joneses. Fifty thousand apiece will be plenty.â
Rutherfordâs mouth began to feel pleasantly dry as he leaned forward to pick up a pencil. He quite agreed with the Colonel about the suburbs. âAnd what did you have in mind, sir, as to the main disposition of your estate?â
âI donât care so much as long as itâs spent,â the Colonel exclaimed, slapping the desk. âMoney should be spent, damn it! When I was a young man, I knew Ward McAllister. I was a friend of Harry Lehrâs, too. Newport. It was something then! Mrs. Fish. The Vanderbilts. Oh, I know, people sneer at them now. They say they were vulgar, aping Europe, playing at being dukes and duchesses, but, by God, they had something to show for their money! Why, do you know, I can remember a ball at the Breakers when they had a footman in livery on every step of the grand stairway. Every step!â
âI guess you wouldnât see that today,â Rutherford said, impressed. âNot even in Texas.â
âToday!â The Colonel gave a snort. âToday they eat creamed chicken and peas at charity dinners at the Waldorf and listen to do-gooders. No, no, the colorâs quite gone, young man. The colorâs entirely gone.â
At this, the Colonel sank into a reverie so profound that Rutherford began to worry that he had already lost interest in his will. âPerhaps some charity might interest you?â he suggested cautiously. âOr a foundation? I understand they do considerable spending.â
The Colonel shrugged. âOnly way to keep the money out of the hands of those rascals in Washington, I suppose. Republicans, Democratsâtheyâre all alike. Grab, grab.â He nodded decisively. âAll right, young man. Make me a foundation.â
Rutherford scratched his head. âWhat sort of a foundation, sir?â
âWhat sort? Donât they have to be for world peace or some damn-fool thing? Isnât that the tax angle?â
âWell, not altogether,â Rutherford said, repressing a smile. âYour foundation could be a medical one, for example. Research. Grants to hospitals. That sort of thing.â
âGood. Make me a medical foundation. But, mind you, Iâm no Rockefeller or Carnegie. Weâre not talking about more than twelve or fifteen million.â
Rutherfordâs head swam. âWhatâwhat about your board?â he stammered. âThe board of this foundation. Who would you want on that?â
The Colonel looked down at the floor a moment, his lips pursed. When he looked up, he smiled charmingly. âWell, what about you, young man? You seem like a competent fellow. Iâd be glad to have you as chairman.â
âMe?â
âWhy not? And pick your own board. If I want a man to do a job, I believe in letting him do it his own
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