Brigham City Bugler | 1891-08-29 | Page 3 | A Question of Heredity

A Question of Heredity. A little boy wns often whipped by his fa ther for lying. He usually took It as a matter mat-ter of course, but. on ono occasion the punish- ment seemed to him to excite reflection. After It wns ovar he stood before bis father in a thoughtful way, which attracted his father'i attention. "My son," said the father, "what art yon thinking about?" "Father," said the son, "when you was a Uttlo boy did you use to tell lies!" "So, my son; wheu I was a little boy 1 did not tell lies.'' "Father," returned the son, "when mother was a little girl did she use to tell UesP "No, my son," replied the father, "when your raothor was a little girl she did not tll ' lies. But why do you ast me thcsequeKtionsl" "Well," said tbe littlo fellow, drawing a long sigh, "it is the most mysterious thing iz. the world to me that n father who never told lies when he was a little boy and a mother who never told lies when she was a little girl should have a boy who teds as many lies as I do, n New York'Horaid.