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We have a large stock 0' SCOTCH TWEBDS. WOR- STEDS and SERGES. and w» guarantee satisfaction. Give us a trial. THE SAVINGS BAR I. d. KELLY, Agent Pumps fmm $2 upward Open "vary ulternoon . MANUFACTURED 'BY MERCHANT TAILOR. \lanufacturer ot And Dualer in â€"- Bank of Canada. The Harnessmaker Dr. Thornton. a successful special- ist in serious ocular diseases, was puz- zling over a most unusual case in which he felt baffled and dismayed. He wrote to the celebrated oculist, Dr. Forrest, describing the case and ask- ing for advice. The learned doctor ap- proved the younger physician's diag- nosis and made many valuable sug- gestions, urging a month’s preliminary treatment to prepare the nervous sys- tem for the shock that would inevi- tably follow. His letter closed: “But, my dear Thornton, don’t delude yourself or your patient. After infancy there isn’t one chance in a million. Still the fluid ap- plication, though painful. cannot harm, and there may be a miracle. Success would be a miracle, and you must prepare yourself and the patient for failure.” Thornton felt bound to read this to Miss Langdon. She was twenty-three or twenty-four and had been blind since early childhood. Her face paled, but she spoke brave- ly. “Even the millionth chance is worth trying. Failure brings nothing that I do not already know.” Mlss Langdon and her young brother, Philip, lived alone, except for the serv- nomox mm A GENTLE woven ox ms snounnnn. ants, in the great, gloomy mansion on the ancient Langdon estate, and dur- ing the month of “probation,” as Thalla laughingly termed it, Thornton was a frequent caller. From their first meeting Thornton had felt the charm of Thalia's pres- ence. She had none of the pathetic pensiveness that is so often the accom- paniment of blindness. She was win- somely bright and cheery, and her wit was like flashing steel. After the necessary explanations were made the approaching experi- ment was not mentioned until the day came for the first trial. The applica- tion of the fluid used in the eyes was like pouring hot oil into an open wound, but Thalia made no sound nor uttered a word of protest. As he bandaged the eyes. Dr. Thorn- ton said pityingly: “This must be home twice more, Miss Langdon. Will your courage hold out?" “It will be as nothing it I can only see.” she whispered. She was trembling. violently, and Thornton was conscious of a sudden tumult of emotions such as he never before had experienced. the fame he would win by success in a case so unusual. Now, the thought of what the girl must endure was torture to him. and. worse than that, was the wretched uncertainty of the result. She was no longer a “case.” She was the “one woman." He knew it! When the bandages were removed a week later and the eyes submitted to the required test his heart sank. for he saw there was no apparent change. Thalia did not speak, but the unutter- ed question of her eager face and tense listening attitude struck a sharp pang through his heart. “You know.” he said gently. “that I can give you no assurance until I re- move the bandage after the third ap- plicstion.” ,s,_ â€".__A 9, _k“ 12"th this is over.” be resolved, will tell herâ€"if I succeed"â€" u».- .â€" test it was the man who was unnerved and pale. The girl to whom that day would bring the glorious boon of sight or the doom to hopeless darkness seem- ed endowed with a high, calm courage that would have won the respect of a soldier. ‘ i _- -ILL -â€" When the eyes were free sue neuuer moved nor spoke nor gave a sign of any consciousness of change. With jaws set close and hard. lest he betray the awful fear that made him weak and faint. Thornton adjusted the test- ing instrument. A quick second of sickening suspense, then he laid it aside, and for awhile neither spoke. “I have failed. Miss Langdon,” he said at lastâ€"“failed!” His voice was quite calm, but it was the calmness of despair. Still Thalia did not speak. He sank into a chair and gazed de- spairing” upon the exquisite face. Was it fancy, a trick of his overwrought were free she neither “I eyes and touched the tremuloua lips with gladneu? feet. “you can see! You see me now! Tell me that you do! I cannot believe that you do not see my face as your eyes meet mine!" The brave lips quivered as she an- swered slowly and sadly: “No. Dr. Thornton, I cannot see. It is all just as lt was before-might, black night!” Thornton groaned aloud. “There is no hope. then. now or ever! I have tailed-I have failed!” The utter hopelessness of his despair- ing cry bore to Thalia’s heart a bitter- ness deeper than her own sorrow. She rose from her seat as it she would go to him. “Do not grieve so,” the sweet voice said gently. “I do not mind so very much, and no one need know that you have tailedâ€"no one need know that you tried”â€" “Thaiia,” he whispered, “will you let me take care of you always? Will you be my wife, Thalia?" Her slight form trembled under the tender touch of his hand, but she did not speak. Instead she put her deli- cate, sensitive fingers up to his face and touched him gently on the eyes and chin and mouth. Thornton knew that she was reading his face with her fingers, as her eyes might have read it had sight been given her, and he held himself in firm control, fearing he might frighten her with his agony of love and longing. The sweet flush faded from her face, she pushed him gently from her and turned away, saying coldly, “You ask lmposslbillties, Dr. Thornton.” éhe called softly for Philip, and in obedience to her impassioned gesture her brother led her from the room. “It is all over, dear Philip,” she said in response to his anxious question- ing. "I shall never see. Oh, don’t, Philip! I don’t mind. There are worse things than blindness!” She sank wearily upon a couch, say- ing to herself bitterly, “I would rather my eyes were blind than to be so blind in the heart! Did he think a woman would be content with pity?” Philip turned impetuously to the inner room. He could not believe that success had been withheld, that all hope was gone. How could Dr. Thorntonâ€" But the hot reproaches or his heart died upon his lips at the sight of the doctor, sitting with bowed shoulders, his face buried in his hands. Great, noiseless sobs shook his frame, but he raised his head and tried to smile as he said, “Don’t mind me, Phil- ip, and go away, please. You cannot understand.” But Philip did understand. “You’ve killed him, Thalia!” he cried tragically, rushing to his sister’s side. “You might have known he couldn't help loving you i” ‘ _- a. ‘i , ‘1‘. “1:10: mini," said Thalia sadly, “he only pities me because I am blind and because he cannot help me.” -vvâ€" â€"~ _ “Go lnâ€"tbere now, Tâ€"balia.” pleaded Philip passionately, “and you will know. He seems like a man who has been stabbed, and to his death!" His words and voice carried convic- tion. Thalia rose. D “Will you take me to him, Philip?” Thornton felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, and Thalia stood beside him, her beautiful face transflgured with love and gladness. The eyes of the soul had been opened, even though physical vision were still denied. “I thought it was because you pitied me," she said softly, “and I did not want pity. I wanted"’â€" She stooped and whispered a word in his ear, and John Thornton took her in his arms, with a heart too full for auglit save silence. A Term Hated of Men. Whether it has been altogether the fault of theologians or not, the hatred of theological terms, and particularly of the unhappy word “sin,” is always very evident in the lay tree lance. Sometimes it is even amusingly evi- dent. Men who would detest wrong- doing as much as or more than any of us and who would bitterly reproach themselves it they had deliberately yielded to the seductions of their lower natures, had injured others or had damaged some good cause they had at heart will yet burst out with temperâ€" some irritation against the notion of “worrying about their sins.” vv vâ€"-‘ 'â€"O It is to them as is a red flag to a bull. and the best clerical and lay minds are perfectly at one in their detestation of them. They quite equally repudiate what they consider to be “wrong” or “bad” or “cruel" or “blackguardly” or “caddish” or in any way contemptihle and unworthy 0! their highest ideals.â€" London Spectator. Jumping at Conclusions. Robertâ€"I say, Henry, what do you make of this? There was a donkey tied to a rope, and the rope was four feet long. Twelve feet away there was a bundle of hay, and the donkey want- ed to get to the hay because he was very hungry. How did he do it? Henry (triumphantly)â€"Oh, I’ve heard that before. You want me to say “I give it up,” and then you would say, “So did the other donkey.” Robertâ€"Not at all, my dear man. Work it out; it’s quite simple. Henry (after a pause)-â€"Well, I don’t know how he did- it. Robertâ€"He just walked up to the hay and ate it. Henry-But you said he was tied to â€"â€""_ Bobértâ€"Yes, but the rope was not tied to anything. You mustn't jump nt conclusions like that, you know. “Well, isn’t it awful in these res- taurants? Some one got away with my hat and left me this!” A Successful 81111. The Wife of a certain Albany man who takes frequent little trips in the interest of business is noted among her acquaintances for her unbounded be- lie: in her husband’s fidelity. Recently her faith sustained a shock which has still left her thinking. One evening she went to a cigar box to get a cigar for a friend of her husband who was waiting for him. Finding the box 8111])- ty, she said: ""Wait till I look in his overcoat pock- et. There may be some there.” “Thht is a'dangerous proceeding.” said the friend. “Not in this case. Charley is a good boy,” responded the wife, with an ac- cent on the “good.” The first thing she. pulled out of the pocket was a dainty pair of white gloves, size No. 5. She were 6%. H The explanation offered by the hus- band, who came in at that moment, was that he had found the gloves hung up on a hook in his stateroom and thought he’d bring them home. The the wife to give him the benefit of the doubt, although the friend is still laugh- ing at her. Be Could Ancertaln. “I want,” said the recently married man in the novelty store, “a lady’s belt.” “Yes, sir," said the polite shop em- press. “What size?’ - A blush mantled the customer’s brow, and be swallowed twice in rapid suc- cession; then he said: “I doh’t know exactiy. Let me have a yardstick, please.” And as he placed it along the inside of his arm from shoulder to wrist the shop empress remarked beneath her breath to her chum, “IIe ain't the fool he looks, is he, Jenny?" Nothing to Retract. “I suppose it is in order to congratu- late you, old chap ‘:” “On what?” “On your marriage to Miss Strawbry, of course.” “That was a false alarm. We’re en. gaged, although few people know it. but we are not married yet by a long shot.” :‘Well, isn’t it? Some one got mine “\'0? Well, I reiterate my congratu- lations, old chap!” An All] to Exclunlvenenl. “How do you like this climate?” “First rate,” answered the native. “It’s so full of malai‘ia an’ things that folks that wan't born here don’t gen- erally stay long, an’ ’it kind of keeps the society clear of immigrants.” Naturally Bard. “I wonder why that fellow gave us such a hard look." “He couldn’t help it.” “Couldn't help it?” “No; he’s a circus freak-the man with the ossified face." The Usual Catch. “So Bragley was out fishing yester- ' day. How many did he bring back i with him?” ; “Ob, about a dozen.” - “A dozen, what? Bass?" “No, fish stories.” ’ " ' Recalled. “I notice that these new autumn cloaks are said to reveal the figure. Mrs. Wiggleton had on one today.” “Did it reveal the figure?” “Yes. She had left the price tag on the collar.” What They Needed lost. “I think my trousers need pressing, don’t you ‘2” asked Goslin of Spatts.“ She was not highly cultured. For grammar had no use: Ihe never heard of Browning Nor studied themes abstruse. She had no ear for music. Could not a rhyme repeat, But knew the art of cooking Good things for us to eat. She could make apple custard With knack of sure success; With pies of mince and pumpkin The family would bless. Her angel food was manna To feed the hungry heart; Her golden crusted doughnut. Paid tribute to her art. The black hat, indigestion. Ne‘er settled on her root, And the medicine dispenser her presence kept aloof. She's still on earth and hearty, But, oh, the aching void! For in a school of cooking Our former cook’s employed. “Pressing?” repeated Spatts. “The? DELICATESSEN. wimtfw-n yun of the Four X's. It had been e!- pected for long weeks. and finally shots had been exchange 1. and Gulllo had been slightly wounded. Men had inter- fered then. but not until a duel to the death on horseback had been arranged to come off a week later. The widow who had come to act as landlady at the road house a year be- fore was to blameâ€"~the widow Huber and her daughter Viola. the latter a girl of eighteen. Their place was a house of call for travelers and was well patronized. although there was no bar and no liquor was sold. It the seventy-five cowboys employ- ed on the three contiguous ranches ,were a unit in declaring Viola Huber Lto be the handsomest, cutest, jolliest iglrl ever seen on the grazing grounds lot the west, there was no one to disâ€" pute. It halt the number fell in love at first sight, that was only to be ex- ‘ sought for. Nor must one jump to the : conclusion that thirty or forty cowboys rode down to the roadhouse and' of- fered marriage in succession. On the rcontrary, few of them ever passed a ’word with the girl or got more than a ‘glimpse of her. They simply loved in .the abstract. Perhaps ten of the lot in the course of a year had opportuni- ties tor conversation, although only two of them dared to flatter her or speak of love. One was Dave Hender- i801], credited with being one of the {smartest of the Anglo-Saxon cowboys, nnd the other was Guillo Humnyun, a Mexican who could trace his ancestry back to kings. All other Mexicans on the ranches were spoken of as greas- ers. Guillo was always referred to as senor. It was a compliment to his aristocratic face, to his daredevil rid- ing and to his well known courage. He had flattered the Senorita Huber, as he called her. He had looked at her in a languishing way and had spoken soft words of love, but he had been met by a dignity an}! a coldness that froze him out. In the end the field had been left to Dave Henderson, and, while the girl’s choice had brought to others humilia- tion and chagrin, it had also been tacit- ly approved by the majority of the un- fortunates. Dave was smart. He was a good fellow. He was on the road to secure an interest in the big Three Stars. Guillo alone was chagrined and vengeful, and it soon became patent that he was hiding his time to provoke an aflf'ay and to use his guns. It must be brought about diplomatically. It must come in such a way as to present an appearance of fairness or he would be wiped out by Dave’s friends. To this purpose be bent all his mental en- ergies. When the clash finally came “the senor.” too. had his backing. and when he demanded a duel on horseback he was announced to be within his rights. Then came a single whisper. Given no attention, it soon became a buzzing. It was said. even by some of Dave’s friends. that he had shown a touch of the White feather in the first encount- er, and they doubted it he would do the Three Stars credit on the day of the duel. These whispers reached his ears. and he simply replied, “Wait.” They reached the ears of the girl, and she set forth on her broncho and tried to trace them to their source. Men shook their heads in a dubious way and refused to give her honest anâ€" swers, and at the end of three days she asked Dave Henderson himself: “You must know what is being said of you in connection with the duel ?” He nodded his head. “And what do you mean to do?” “Kill Guillo!” he curtly replied. The words were plain enough. but there was something in the lover’s general demeanor that sent a chill to the girl’s heart. Somethingâ€"perhaps intuitionâ€"told her that the man was either a coward at heart or he was a brave man who realized his damr and was a bit nervous over it. GUILLO TUMBLED To THE GROUND. “Tomorrow torenoon at 10 o'clock.1 he an the nlxht “‘0” the M “I the cottonwood! shall MO forth from eet Guillo u be 00““ ndlshm the sagebrush. The speck grew and elongated. Then she realized that the upper part of the figure swayed un- certalnly. It was the movement of a cowboy sodden drunk in his saddle. Vlola’s lips set firmly and her cheeks blanched. tor the pony beneath the figure was the calico colored broncho of Dave Henderson. The broncho centered unerrlngly to where the girl stood, and as it st0p- ped, the figure of Dave Henderson slid llmply from saddle to ground. His pommel and missed it. He swung around in a halt circle and caught at the door jamb. 6.5V “v- “The bunch on the Alameda art-0y; stampeded last night. Mightyâ€"queer -â€"business. Andâ€"Iâ€"gotâ€"thia”-â€" He tried to raise the uninjured arm, but tailed. “Treacheryâ€"trench”â€" l“ â€"v.. Then he lurehed through the door- way, and lay at her feet, inert. “The Alameda arroya! And he has ridden from there to be on timeâ€"wlth his arm like that!" Something hard and hot rose in the girl's throat, and for a minute she could not move, could not even go to the aid of the man she loved. The primeval instinct of motherhood was hot within her. The light love of the girl was smothered by the stronger emotion. She called to her mother, carried him into the girl's ‘ and closed the door. Ten minutes later the Widow Hu- her was working over the injured cow- boy, but the tears rolling down her checks were not for the man, for dart- ing toward the grove of cottonwood: the calico pony of Dave Henderson carried a figure that tried to sit up as straight and stifl as the hroncho's own- er ever had. The cowboys, grouped on the mess. watched the calico pony come out of the grove, and the sturdy little gray; broucho invariably ridden by Guillo danced gingerly from behind the blufls. The two horsemen circled around each other with spirited tactics, and then Guillo raised his pistol and shot in the air. But before the cowboys could give vent to their amazement the fig- ure on the calico pony seemed to rise from the saddle, an arm darted forth. there was a flash, I! report, and Guillo tumbled to the ground. Diplomatic. His name is lint E - t. but he is given : that nickname by vi! the passengers u 1 i a not try, his one attempt haVing taught on the owl car, of which he is con- duct-or. The name is not misapplied, for Pat is Irish from the soles of his feet to the top of his iron gray head. As a usual thing Pat’s passengers wear a smile, for he is continually making remarks that fairly reek with humor. They are always witty. and Pat’s rich hrogue only makes them the funnier. lPat has one bugbearâ€"Devisadm street. He cannot for the life of him pronounce the strange name as his passengers do. He knows it and will ; him a lesson. With an angry roar at such dishon- orable action on the- part of a member of their own band the white cowboy. tore down the incline, while from the hind rushed the stream of Mexican re- tainers. The two bands reached the spot sl- multaneously, and their leaders stopped short, for the hat pushed back from the figure on the calico pony showed the face of Viola Huber. Gu‘illo raised himself on the elbows. “Senor Henderson,” he sneered. “was afraid. The senorita would save his honor. I do not light the duello with women!" The girl turned upon the men with flashing eyes. “He lies with his last breath! Dave Henderson was shot before he ever reached the dueling ground. Ask him about the midnight assault on Alameda arroya." Without another glance 1n the direc- tion of the dying m .xn she sprang into the saddle. and the groups parted to let her pass. Recently one of the regular passen. gers got on the car at Powell street. He settled himself in a corner of the car and closed his eyes. He around just as the car was turnlng from O'Fnr- rell street lnto Devlsadero and peered out into the darkness. The en: Wu going at snob a rapid rate that, u. could not locate himself. so he tun-m to Pat and said, “What street in that” Pat looked at him and smiled, did all the passengers. Then reached up and gave the bell on vigorous pull. 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