No More Of It For Him

He entered the shop of a fashionable bootruaker, a look of deternnnation on his face. Ifc was such a look as one sees on the face of a man who is firmly resolved to cnrry out, at all hazards, a decisión which will chauge the wbole course of his life. "H'm!" he began as the assistant stepped forward auó politely questioned him as to bis requirements in feet beautifiers. "I yant a pair of shoes for my wife, Mrs. Brown. " "Yes, sir, certainly," said the young man briskly. "Sanie style and size as last week?" ' 'Same style. Size, fives - wide fives, " replied Brown decidedly. "But - er - excuse me. Mrs. Brown only takes - that is, she usually has Sy," exclaimed the assistaut, who kuew the lady well. "Are yon married, yonng man?" queried Brown steruly, the look of determination deepening on his careworn features. "Er - not yet, sir," answered the shopman, blushing. "I tbought not," returned Brown. "lam! I am not going to suffer half an hour's purgatory every moruiug, watchiug a woman trying to squeeze a bushei of feet iuto a peck of boots. I've stood i t long enough, and I'm going to