Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1901-10-17
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HEREDITY
~ AMELIA PAIN
Observation-Disclosures"

tanned quite number of works on
Heredity, into which he had dipped
and dived at odd moments in his usual
unscholarly and characteristic man
ner; but of late he had really become
I tiresome on the subject.
He was one of those half-artistic,
wholly erratic men whose business it
apparently is to puzzle their fellow
creatures and defy Classification. His
pug-like face, his jerky manner, his
objectionable CLOTHES, the cursedness
of his hair, the atmosphere OF this
room of his, above everything his mad
4 dening theories, all tended to mark
him out from the common herd with
out allotting him any definite place
of his own, unless it were the general
one of Crank
Perhaps Loreton understood him as
well as anyone because he had long ago
given up the effort to,define him, and,
for the sake of his good points, bore
with his peculiarities as mother
bears with the teasings of her first
born.
It was without shade of surprise
that he saw Orridge jump up to greet
him now with the exclamation: i've
got another!"
''Have you?" was all that Loreton
would say in the calmest of tones.
"Clear as day. continued Orridge,
clapping to the old diary in which he
had been reading, and passing long
fingers through his hair, as was usual
with him under excitement.
~ "Come on out" said Loreton, utterly
unimpressed.
"Out be darned!" And Orridge
threw himself into chair before the
fire. "I've been looking through my
fathers diaries again." he went on.
Fascinating work, 1 tell you. You
know my weakness for savories p
Loreton nodded. Sand my dislike to
raw fruit?" Another nod. SWELL, there
it is. Listen to this" He reopened the
diary, turned the yellow pages with
nervous rapidity, and read out: "But
this is the last picnic that Isshall 60
to. The inclemency of the weather, the
frivolity of the company and the char.
acter of the viands, consisting chiefly
las they will on these occasions-of
raw fruit and cakes, to the exclusion
of the more savory and civilized dishes
that are alone worth eating -
and so on. There you are. Another
case firmly established"
II suppose so,' said Loreton, inward
~ deploring, the fact that he should
have walked into the middle of one
of bridges fits, as he termed these
plunges into the hereditary ques-
ton.
That's the second discovery this
week." continued Orridge, too deep in
his subject to care how far outside of
it the other might be sitting. II
showed you my Aunt Gregory's photo
graph, didn't II"
EYES," lied Loreton. suavely.
Orridge took up the photograph
from the mantelpiece,, where it, fig
ured among many others-not of the
order usually to be counted on in a
young mans den, but all represent
ing types of the elderly relative in
varying degrees of severity and repel-
lance. "See that .mouth?' he said.
And, that chin? Mine-line for line.
That's where get my temper from.
But I'll root her out yet"
'"Pity you didn't inherit one of her
good points, if any," suggested Lore
ton.
That's just the devil of it,"
snapped Orridge. 1--WE can't choose.
T+s 1>1ursh1o nons< x,0,, tho h1r.
ror of it? And the crying necessity
for combating this awful thing? We
think of ourselves, each of us, as a
great, independent unit. We think
that this, that and the other quality
which goes to the making up of our
personalities is ours, our very own,
evolved by our own distinctive indi-
viduality. And behold, we need only
look skin-deep into the matter to
find that we are nothing, more nor
less, than disgusting hash of rela-
tives and ancestors, within and with
out! The without, of course, we
can't help; we recognize that we have
the nose of a tipping grandfather,
the eyelid of sanctimonious uncle,
the teeth of an aunt, the figure of q
convict ancestor; but that's unalter-
able. It's revolving and humiliati ting,
but it must be borne. But the other
thing, the within-that, I say, need
not and should not be borne. What's
to prevent me from stamping out my
grandfather's untruthfulness, or my
mothers timidity, or my Aunt Greg
ory's temper?" He hurled the pho
tograph violently across the ROOM
'.And will, too. You'll see. BY dint
of careful research into the family
annals, and hard work at myself,
/ shall end by becoming the perfect
independent human being, instead of
the bundle of rotten inheritances that
now am" He rang the bell. "From
this day forth, for one thing, 1 feed
chiefly on raw fruit, and abjure every
sort of savory or made dish. Halter"
Ito the man who answered his bell
81 shall take fruit for breakfast to-
morrow morning. Only fruit. See
that there's plenty of it, different
sorts. That's ALL
It was soon after II that Loreton
rose to go. He had tried to induce
Orridge to come away with him on
his projected travels, which were to
end with walking tour in Switzer.
and-but-in vain.
= my dear chap, my uncle, George
Orridge, of Bath, was mad on walk
ing-could walk his 20 miles day
without a blister, and was sickening-
= IL, <,E L. II,