A LAW THAT COULD NOT BE BROKEN
A YOUNG LAWYER'S STORY

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ONE evening I was reading aloud to my wife,
of my “never-ending law books,” as she called them, but
something, to my mind, much heavier. My wife had'‘a
strance faney for primary scientific reading, and I as a
wise husband humored her taste whenever I could. So
this time the book chanced to be one called Arnott’s
“Physics or Natural Philosophy.” Suddenly, in the very
middle of a sentence, I laughed aloud.

Now, Arnott’s “Physics” is by no means a droll book.
Iam quite sure there is not a joke in it, from cover to
cover. So, when I laughed, my wife looked up in great
surprise, for, naturally, my reading had put the dear little
lady in a decidedly thoughtful mood.

“What is it, Rob?” she asked, smiling in spite of her-
self when she met my broad erin.

“This part here, about the center of gravity and its
always taking the proper place,” answered IT, tapping the
page with my fingers, “made me think of something.”

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