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154 A SOCIAL METEOR. sailed along in the heavens, she would occasion- ally vail her fair face in the clouds which floated toward her. ‘Then, asif repenting of her unkind- ness, she would suddenly burst forth again, smiling and bright, to gladden old earth afresh, with her loveliness. They passed Delmonico’s and the Brunswick, with their crowds of hungry mortals waiting more or less patiently to be fed; the Windsor, with its brilliantly lighted windows; the Cathe-— dral, with its throng of worshipers, who were just coming out after service, and then turned into the park, where Jack gave the horses their heads. Finally, after a lively spin, they drew up at Mount St. Vincent with an extra flourish of the whip and a shout from the man at the door. “Now, what shall we have in the way of an appetizer?” asked Jack, gayly, when they were seated at the table reserved for their use. “A little Bourbon for me,” replied Lee. “And for me,” chimed in Ray. “It’s the best thing to take after such a cold ride.” “What are you going to take?” he asked once more, turning to Georgie. “Some sherry, please.” “If you take my advice you'll try something f comicbooks.co