shirt from his great hairy chest and
rushed into the icy stream, clapping
his arms to his burning sides and
shouting in his frenzy.

``If he had lived a little longer,'' said
a constituent, ``he would have lost the
next election. He hadn't the money,
you know.''

``If he had lived a little longer,'' said
the mountain preacher high up on Yellow
Creek, ``I'd have got that trade I
had on hand with him through. Not
that I wanted him to die, but if he
had to--why--''

``If he had lived a little longer,''
said the Senator's lawyer, ``he would
have cleaned off the score against
him.''

``If he had lived a little longer,'' said
the Senator's sister, not meaning to
be unkind, ``he would have got all I
have.''

That was what life held for the
Senator. Death was more kind.