Hyder weekly herald., 1933-02-18
His Reformation By H. IRVING KING
@ by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service

N high-brow. Also he was a bit of prig. Rutherford took but little interest in society, in which his moth- CT shone and his father basked. His interests centered upon science, art, uplift work, exploration, literature he took them all in turn as horse hurdle in steeplechase-and got over them as quickly.
 "I do wish, Rutherford" said his fond mamma, that you would settle down. Here you are twenty-five years old and ever since you left college you have been on perpetual intellectual spree. Paul Clifford, who was gradu- ated at the same time you were, got to hitting up the synthetic and they sent him to sanitarium where they cured him. I wish there was some in- stitution we could send you to and have a cure effected of your particular complaint"
 To Rutherford slang was anathema. He looked solemn reproof at Mrs. Arlington which settled into a scowl when the up-to-date lady carelessly lighted cigarette Mother" said he solemnly, do you think cigarettes are good for you-at your age?'
 At my age" almost shouted Mrs. Arlington. What do you mean? lam not old-and as long as the beauty parlors keep open don't intend to be. Oh fudge! There, run along" That night she said to her husband, MT. Arlington, whom she had nick named Buddie, "Buddie, what can we do with Rutherford? He gets on my nerves. wish he would marry-marry a girl like Clara Hampton; she might reform him."
 Not chance" replied Buddie, Clara would scare him to death"
 The Clara Hampton alluded to in this little family dialogue was mod ern-very. There wasn't daring trick of this most daringly tricky age, socially considered, that she was not up to. Rutherford shied off from her every time they happened to meet socially.
 Still he had to admit that she was handsome creature. perfect in her health and exuberance of spirits. If she only had more brains." he sighed If she would drop her aimless ways and take serious view of life-what wonder she would be!' And then he would sit musing, picturing to himself a Clara transformed into a girl such as he would have her--one who would be . proper and congenial partner for d serious-minded man of brains-such as he himself Then the idea struck him that he might be able to reform her.
 With this highly commendable mis- sionary thought in his head Rutherford began to go out more and more to social functions, never missing one at which he knew Clara was to be pres ent. And so far from avoiding her, as he had formerly done, he now sought her out.
 Clara surprised him by the extent of her information on matters deep and erudite of which he had supposed her entirely ignorant. That pretty head of hers was not empty after all. And it was his influence, he felt with glow. that was bringing out all this latent intellectually. Here was a field in which he saw that he was pre- destined influence for good. And in order that he might better exercise his beneficient power he neglected no Op- portunity of being beside her. Into that maelstrOm of society which he so heartily detested he plunged with the resolute spirit of martyr--and hay ing got there found, to his surprise, that he rather enjoyed it.
 It was Clara, now. who was always dragging in the high-brow stuff and in- sisting on discussing it. Rutherford even got slangy in his talk, dropped his "gs" "after the manner of the hunting set," and found he could talk society fiddle faddle with the best of them. His frivolous parents were in ecstacies. Then one day he proposed to Clara. It would be much easier to reform her, he thought, if she were his wife
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