Here's one with the seal of the Alliance Insurance Office.

I suppose your premium is all right." Tom Halliday lifted himself on his elbow for a moment, startled into new life; but he sank back on the pillows again immediately, with a feeble groan.
"I don't know about that," he said anxiously; "you'd better look to that, Phil, for the little woman's sake.

A man is apt to think that his insurance is settled and done with, when he has been pommelled about by the doctors and approved by the board.

He forgets there's that little matter of the premium.

You'd better open the letter, Phil.