A Social Meteor — page 215: what you’re looking at

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A SOUIAL METEOR. 205 by inches? And your father, I saw him yester- day—his hair is almost white.” “I think I am old enough to take care of myself—it isn’t their money I’m living on.” ‘Money? What has money to do with it? I know they would willingly give every penny they possess to have you back again in the old way. Have you no regard, no pity for them ?” “Pity? I don’t think they ask pity from me, or did they, indeed, send you to plead with me— to bring the prodigal back to the bosom of his family ?” “Jack, how can you be so unjust? You can- not understand such love as theirs, or you would never talk in this way. Listen: I came here with no other purpose to-day than to ask, to beg, if necessary, this woman to give you up; to go away and never see you again; she’s not your > equal in any way.” He stared at her blankly for a moment, and then burst into a loud laugh. “This is extraordinary,” he exclaimed; “‘so my parents have actually commissioned you to lead me back to the path of duty? Or else, they have worked upon your sympathies to such an extent that you volunteer to try the experiment CONNIE KOOKS (E@)