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122 A SOCIAL METEOR. gown of old gold plush which the maid held for her, and never said an impatient word all the time she was twisting and pinning her hair on the top of her head. And when Annette informed her that the new bronze slippers which she had or- dered the day before had not yet arrived, she merely said, quite amiably: “Then give me my black ones; only be quick.” She did not even stop to puton the usual touch of rouge, contenting herself with brushing the powder-puff once or twice lightly across her face, and in a short ten minutes she walked into the next room where the two men were sitting. “What in the name of all that’s outlandish brought you here, Peter?” shecried, gayly. “And how did you discover our hiding place ?” “Oh, I found out easily, and as I always try to keep an eye open for Georgie, I thought I would look you up,” he answered. “You are well?” Peter Persuade was a strange fellow; in fact, a character in his way. He had seen the frosts and snows of over forty winters, but refused to acknowledge more than thirty-two, knowing that with his fine physique and ruddy, boyish com- plexion, he would readily be believed, and deter- Eomicbooks GO