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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE 407 1 ' Only An Accident. f Iv was only a small thing apparently, but the sum of small things makes a world. Experience shows us this; and many a trifling incident acts and reacts till ultimately its influence affects the largest and highest interests. So when Harry Wat son raised his hat in reverence as he passed the church door, he little dreamed what would hang from the chain whose first link he forged that day. A knot of young men stood at a ftreet corner for a final word before setting out homeward after their day's labor. Their discussions were neither deep nor very serious, and they soon parted. Three of them with whom wo are most concer ned, passed up the street, and their chatter ebbed and flowed on sport and amusement. Now and then they saluted friends and acquaintances, also homeward bound, and many a half curious glance was directed at the stranger, for Harry Watson had only arrived a few days before on relieving duty at the bank, while his companions were almost universally known. There was a lull in the chatter when Harry raised his hat. Mechanically his companions raised theirs. 'Hello, Watson," said one of them Phil Norris "who is your lady friend? I thought you a stranger to all here, and did not rejoice in any lady's acquaintance." "Which lady?" asked Harry, surprised. "That's what I want to know," rejoined Norris "the lady you saluted." "I did not salute any lady," said Harry, still surprised. "But you raised your hat to some," chimed in Jack Richard son, "for 1 know I followed suit." Harry was silent. The others looked curiously at their companion, and Norris laughingly rallied him. "We seem to have stumbled on a budding romance or something, and certainly your diffidence and hedging are now exciting our curiosity. Out with it, man, and if you need advice 'out of our mouths shall flow the words of wisdom."