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A SOCIAL METEOR. 73 “Paddy Duffy’s Cart,” which she executed with more noise than music. Then she lowered her voice and sang “Put on your Bridal Vail,” very sweetly and pathetically. When she had finished the last words, she sud- denly dropped the instrument and burst into tears. Georgie looked at her in consternation, but see- ing that she was nervous and excited, did not attempt to check her sobs, thinking that a ‘good cry’ would probably relieve her. In a few moments she grew calmer, and lifting her face, said: “T wish I was dead—I wish Charley was dead, I wish we were all dead.” “TDon’t!? remonstrated Georgie, softly; “don’t say what you don’t mean; you’re not quite your- self to-night.” “But I do mean it. If you knew how wretched I am sometimes.” “So are we all, but we get over it and are happy again.” Ray shook her head mournfully. “T’m never happy. I haven’t been for years.” “My dear girl,” exclaimed Georgie, “what are Eomichoo <S (E@)