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A SOCIAL METEOR. 31 beans,” she cried merrily, to the banker, picking up a handful and letting them fall noisily back into her lap. ‘They represent many a good dollar. I shall be able to treat myself to something very nice if this continues.” But it did not continue; she soon began to lose, and before long was reduced to her last cent. Then she bought more with the same result; they seemed to fairly melt away. She was in despair, and finally resorted to all the silly little tricks so universally believed in by superstitious players as a means to tempt the goddess of fortune, but all in vain. Luck had deserted her. : Pretty soon an ugly frown appeared on her forehead and ‘an angry flush dyed her cheeks. The climax was reached, however, when Mrs. Wolcott, one of her most intimate friends, laugh- ingly accused her of holding six cards at once. She sprang up from the tablein a rage and threw down her hand, crying that she would no longer play with such a “pack of cheats.” It took the combined efforts of all the oarey! to smooth her ruffled plumage and convince her that none of them had believed for an instant, that she had intended to deal unfairly. But Gomicbooks (E(@)