Heredity

HEREDITY. The small town of Y down on the Maine coast contains many quaint and interesting characters. The following incident occurred not long ago: Mr. Brown was standing at the corner waiting for the electric car. It was a dark, rainy night, and as the streets of Y are unlighted, many of the residents carry lanterns. So he was not surprised to see Miss Shaw approach with a small hand lantern, and together they boarded the car. They sat down beside a friend, who at once remarked: "Good evening, Miss Shaw; I see you carry a lantern." "Yes," replied Miss Shaw, "Father carried one all his life, and I suppose I always shall." 'That's heredity, isn't it?" laughingly asked the friend. ' 'Oh no!" promptly exclaimed Miss Shaw. "Only common kerosene." — Harper's Weekly.