The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-08-18
PROVING
A THEORY

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(which theory?" inquired young
vrs Allison, serenely Il have sc
many. you know"
aWby," explained the fluffy haired
Monde, "the one you were airing the
Thor day. of course. Yes, know
vou air a good many every day, but
.h,o narticular one was about the per
rorse fate that leads you to abuse
some detail of your reputation OF
which you are. particularly proud. :
che went on stitching reminiscently
"Well," demanded her audience
.how can you prove it?"
"If there is one thing upon which
aatter myself" said the fluffy haired
blonde manifestly willing to share her
Grievance against fate, cit is the fact
that | am not what you might call
bromidic-'
"There you co." interrupted young
Mrs. Allison, triumphantly. You're
nroying the case against YOURSELF"
The fluffy haired blonde looked per
picked
For at least two years." went on
Young Mrs. Allison, taking the floor
beatedly, every one has gone about
irving to label every one else as a
bromide or a-what is the other
thing"
"Sulphite?" suggested the fluffy
haired blonde.
"Thank you, dear" said young Mrs
Allison. Il knew 1t was something
explosive. And the inconsistency OF
II all is what astonishes me! Every
presumptuous person who labels the
rest of the world as bromide cher
fishes the secret conviction that he
himself is the one scintillating eXcep
ton, whereas" she fixed the fluffy
haired blonde with an accusing eye
whereas, | say, he thereby must Ger
tainly convicts himself"
"You should have been lawyer, Ce
leste," responded the fluffy haired
blonde. Il plead guilty
But it's your only bad habit" said
young Mrs. Allison, generously
you're innocent of other innocuous
phrases!"
what kind of phrases? demanded
the fluffy haired blonde with o
frOwn.
"lnnocuous," responded young Mrs
Allison, firmly. ITS almost insulting
but not quite, so you needn't lay II
up against me. You see
Hush, Celeste interrupted the
young matron with auburn braids
"We want to hear about this theory
business. You don't mean innocu.
GUS, anyway; what you mean is 'ob.
noxious.'"
The fluffy haired blonde laid aside
her work Celeste is quite right in
her theory" she admitted, amiably
And myself am not the scintillating
exception, either But | never had ii
fully demonstrated by myself to my
self until last night
You see,' she went on, Il was din.
Ing at the Berkeleys, and in the eve.
ming Mr.. Dowland came in with some
others. He is professor of ethics,
you know, and I've always fancied
mat he thought me rather clever.
You can tell from the way they look
at you-at least you think you can
as II they hesitated to inquire into the
Weghty thoughts that lie behind your
outward calm.
We'll, he sat down beside me and
waited for brilliant conversational
opening. And right then | subscribed
TO Celeste's theory of the perversity
Oh vanity. My mind went around and
around in a neat little circle, and
when articulation became necessary,
sad What a warm summer we have
oeen having!' Then added: What q
oromidic remark'
He looked at me In puzzled sort
OIL way, and said with a smile that it
was perfectly good remark. never
'aeiess. Then ] asked him if he didn't
'alnk bromidic people more comfort
aole to get on with, anyway"
Young Mrs. Allison groaned MY
aear' she said, nothing remained
.len but for you to ask him what he
lau been reading lately"
| came to that later" admitted the
uuny haired blonde, meekly when
Tue next pause needed filling my vo.
A apparatus had become automatic,
auu the question shaped itself.
lie gave me one plying look and
'ephed Nothing much except my
regular lecture work. But what have
'Uu been reading yourself?'"
Inc fluffy haired blonde sat up
straight and the light of great moral
aspiration came into her face: Never
asA mat question of your helpless
trends" she said. "They probably
haven't been reading anything at all
as matter Of fact they have UNI
aUuotedly been having dressmaker
y Inc house doing summer sewing,
suu the fashion plates then are their
Smy literary indulgence They'll
Sa'e to admit in intellectual society
Aa' they've been delving into the
'klrts.
did admit 1t to the professor,
IOugh,' she added, land the disillu-
sOned man went sadly away with the
IMPRESSION that was a shallow young
n person, after ALL"