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A SOCIAL METEOR. 217 hand with all roan horscs. Don’t dwell on that part of it.” “You must let me tell it in my own way, or I shall not tell it at all,” returned Peter, with dignity. “I like to dwell on those times—they were the happiest days of my life. Let me see, now, where was I? Oh, yes, I remember. Well, to begin again, I took in everything, met every- body worth meeting, and spent my money like water. I often used to wonder what poor old grandfather would say if he could see me; it was enough to make him turn over in his grave, for of all the stingy, pinching old fossils I ever saw, he was the worst, while I—but money was never meant to be hoarded, was it?” “Certainly not,” agreed Georgie, indulgently. “So I think; soI thought, and I lived like a prince. Of course almost immediately I got in with a set of rapid young fellows, all bent, like myself, upon enjoying themselves, and we went the rounds together. Odd as it may seem, I never cared particularly about drinking, while ‘most of them did, but I was crazy over the theater, and would give up any champagne supper to go to a first night performance. The footlights had a peculiar fascination for me, Gomileboo SS ' (Eo)