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174 A SOCIAL METEOR. last night and say she go home this morning.” Ray was thankful that the room was not light enough for the maid to see the flush which dyed © her face and neck at this statement. She com- posed herself as quickly as possible, however, and said, indifferently : ‘Tm sorry she had to go before I was up. I knew she was going some time to-day, still I had hoped to see her to say good-by. But come, now, help me to dress, and give me my breakfast, for I’m as hungry as a bear.” She spoke quietly, even cheerfully, but in- wardly she was boiling. She toyed with her food, but could not swallow a mouthful. ‘There was a lump in her throat, and a mist before her eyes. Presently she asked, in a casual sort of way: “Did Miss Wheatley leave no word for me, Annette ?” “She leave a note, madam, on your table.” “Ah! Bring it to me, and then go and get me a pencil. I want to send a telegram.” In reality she wanted to be alone, and when the door had closed on the heels of the faithful An- nette, she turned the key, and with trembling fin- gers tore open the note. EORNIE OOOLS (E©)