The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1908-01-29
Or WHITE LIES
Trials Of the Aaan Who Resolved
to Turn Rsformer.
TOLD THE TRUTH FOR A DAY.
His Experience Was a Sad One, as
He Managed to Make an Enemy
Every limo He Met n Former
Friend-A Climax and q Now Reso-

time this man decided that he would
ALLURE all social cajolery.
He made up his mind to cut out all
white lies and to give u%tterances to
nothing but the truth.
He expected to have some difficulty
In doing this. He well knew that the
truth often had a harsh ring. But he
madeu up his mind that he was going to
lead his own life, and In the pursuit
Of that purpose he would let nothing
but the naked truth escape his lips.
And so he put his purpose to stick
to the undraped truth into operation
one morning last summer. AS he
passed out of the fat vestibule on his
way to the subway n man Of his ac-
quaintance in the apartment building
greeted him pleasantly.
"Sumptuous morning, chi" said the
neighbor cheerily.
az do not consider 1t a sumptuous
morning" replied the truth teller. 81
consider 1t too hot"
The fat neighbor looked somewhat
~chagrined yer this brusque reply, but
he made a new start.
Somehow or another 1 always feel
better in hot weather than I do when
It's chilly" he said. 81 even take on
weight during the dog days. 1 guess,
anyhow, I'm feeling particularly well,
because I'm convalescent from that
see n fellow come around more quick
ly after getting on his feet from ty-
phoid thar / have?"
Yes" promptly replied the man, de-
termined to tell the truth. 81 do not
think your recovery has been very
rapid. I have seen typhoid patients
pick up much more rapidly"
Say, dye mean to say that I'm not
looking bully for a fellow that's been
through the siege 1 have?" inquired
the fat neighbor, n trace of annoyance
In his tone.
"In my opinion you look very poor
~" replied the truth teller, with n
stern determination not to be swerved.
Huh! Got kind OF n crouch on this
morning, hey?" said the fiat neighbor
rs he passed on down the steps.
On the subway train the truth teller
caught a seat alongside another man
Of his acquaintance.
Say, old man. began this acquaint-
ance expansively, did I tell you what
that two-year-old kid O. mine said
when 1 put on n pair Of white duck
trousers the. other morning?"
mo, you did not" briefly replied the
truth teller, with the air Of somebody
profoundly bored.
WELL" said the acquaintance, "he
said-ha! ha!-makes me laugh just to
think Of It! You've heard that young
I'm Of mine get off those funny things,
haven't you? Just about the smartest
chap for his years on earth, don't you
think?"
teller out of hand. II have heard
many children Of his age say the same
sort of things, which their parents con-
sidered humorous, but in which 1 new
er was able to discern d particle OF
humor."
Huh! What's thatT" flared up the
truth teller's acquaintance. "Say, you
got out of your bunk on the wrong side
this morning." And the acquaintance,
sorely %affronted, moved over to the op-
posite crosswise seat.
AS he left the subway to make his
office the truth teller met On elderly
woman whose daughter is in Europe
studying singing.
ooh, how de DOR said the elderly
woman effusively. "T've just had a
letter from my dearest child, and she
Is getting on SO famously with her
singing. She's in Paris, you know.
She'll be back In two years now, and
what n furore she is bound to create
on the concert stage, don't you think?"
well, I'd hardly venture to predict
that" said the truth teller, with dog
ged resolution.
"Wha-wha-what" fairly gasped the
astonished mother Of the dearest child.
DO you mean to say that
II grieye to be compelled to tell you
that I really never found much delight
Ia listening to the singing Of the young
lady, thoroughly appreciative MS 1 am
OF her many amlable and engaging
qualities" declared the truth teller.
why, yod surely have been drink
mgr acridly enapped the elderly wo-
man, and she gave her parasol a -four
ish and went her way in obvious
dudgeon.
Hello, there, old pal!' breeZily ex-
claimed one of the truth ~teller's old
time business acquaintances. dropping
in upon him Mt his Office during the
forenoon. "Say, / just put on this
suit Of clothes at my tailor's. All the
candy, heyT
IL don't like It," promptly replied
the mar with the new determination.
"How's that?" inquired the old
friend, visibly chapfallen. "Well,
that's sure brief and right to the
point. DON'T like 1t, hey-just like
that. Well, out with It then. What
the dickens is the matter with the
mess O. togs, according to your vlew2"
81 think the material OF the suit is
too loud and young for a man of your
age" said the truth teller, sticking to
his guns.
well, dang my eyes," broke out the
old friend, his face crimsoning, az that
isn't a wallop! Say, dye NEAR to tell
me that I'm going around trying to
look young and g~aydoggtsh md cut,
uppiBh, heyT
THAT" replied the truth teller, as
the only impression one could derive
from an examination Of the suit OF
clothes you are wearing"
The old friend stared at the truth
teller.
"weli, I'll tell you one thing, my