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A SOCIAL METE£OR. D3 wedding—see-sawing up the aisle, with his bald head shining like a billiard-ball.” “But you like him, don’t you ?” asked Georgie, quickly. “Certainly. Who doesn’t? He’s such excel- lent company, always has the latest scandal, and tells itso well. There’s nothing he so thoroughly enjoys as talking about the time when he had ‘loads of money,’ and what he would do if he had it now.” “You know he went through with his father’s and grandfather’s fortunes in less than no time.” “T know, and is waiting for another. But it must be at least half a million, he says, for he wouldn’t thank any one to leave him less, as it would only aggravate him.” “Ves, he’s acharacter. But what is his latest ?” “His latest? Let me see if J remember,” said Ray, thoughtfully. “Oh, yes; he talks about ‘me butler,’ ‘me valet,’ ‘me coachman,’ in the most pretentious way.” “Flow absurd! But every one understands him.” “Every one, and there isn’t another just like him in the world, I'll wager.” EORMICE LOC) S (E©)