No More Of It For Him

He entered the shop of a fasbionable bootmaker, a look of deterrnination on his face. It was snch a look as one sees on tbe face of a man who is firmly resolved to carry out, at all hazards, a decisión which will chauge the whole course of his life. "H'ru!" he began as the assistant stepped forward and politely questioned hini as to his requirerueuts in feet beantifiers. "I want a pair of shoes for ■my wife, Airs. Brown. " "Yes, sir, certainly," said the youcg man briskly. "Same style and size as last week?" ' 'Same style. Size, fives - wide fi ves, " replied Browu decidedly. "But - er - excuse me. Airs. Brown only takes - that is, she usually has 8," exclaimed the assistaut, who kuew the lady well. "Are yon married, yonng man?" queried Brown sternly, the look of determiuation deepeniug on his careworn features. "Er - not yet, sir," answered the shopman, blushing. "I thought not," returned Brown. "Iatn! I am not going to suffer half an hour's purgatory every morniug, watching a woruan trying to sqaeeze a bushei of feet iiito a peck of boots. I've stood it long enougn, and I'm going to take her a pair that will fit." - Pearson's Weekly.