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A SOCIAL METE#OR. 269 serve it. Suddenly she threw out her arms with a gesture of despair, and cried. ‘Take me with you, Lee! I cannot stay here!”’ “I would be glad to do soif it were possible,” he replied, kindly. “It zs possible, Lee,” she went on excitedly, “this afternoon my husband put me out of the house.” “Put you out of the house?” he vepentedad me- chanically. “I don’t understand.” “Yes, he turned me out of the house, but not until he had struck me.” | Lee dropped the revolver. “And in heaven’s name what made him do it? the confounded brute!” he exclaimed. “We were having a dispute just after luncheon about our expenses, and I think he felt he was getting rather the worst of it, so, like the coward that he is, he flew into a passion—and his temper is simply awful when it gets the best of him— and swore at me. Of course I resented this and called him a tyrant. Then he turned and struck me on the cheek. Look,” raising her vail aud showing an ugly red mark. “The infernal hound!” cried Lee, “he deserves to have his head knocked off.” “After that he pointed to the door, and told me to go and never come back. So what could I do? I took him at his word, and came to you, for, (EOMNMICE KOOKS (Eo)