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238 A SOCIAL METEOR. Frank,” she continued with a fluttering sigh, “he was so kind, so generous, so——’”’ “Of course, I’m sure he was a great exception to the general rule,” interrupted Peter, hurriedly. He was becoming bored by the conversation, which bade fair to be prolonged indefinitely, so he arose presently and said he must be going. “Don’t be ina hurry,” she urged, “but if you must go, come over very Soon again, won’t you? I always like to see you.” He promised and took his departure, after again exhorting Mrs. Clarke to look after her niece. It was late that night when Mrs. Douglass, the housekeeper, went up stairs. First she had her account books to examine, and as she was rather a poor calculator, she did not finish this until the clock had struck half-past eleven. When she did raise her eyes from her work, she felt posi- tively giddy from the strain, and figures danced upon the walls in front of her for five minutes afterward. She rose from the kitchen table, where she had been sitting,with a yawn of weari- ness, and a feeling of wrath against the butcher, whose bill was larger this month, than she thought it ought to have been. “It’s remarkable how these tradesmen need. watching,” she soliloquized as she carefully wiped her pen upon a piece of chamois skin, and put it = GCOMIcCbOOKS:co