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A SOCIAL METEOR. 11 desirable; I kuow you would have been happy with him. Poor, poor fellow. I don’t suppose there’s any chance of your ever making up again, is there? I hear all sorts of stories about him.” “Oh, no; we'll never come together again,” replied Georgie. ‘Foolish little girl!’ cried Mrs. Thorne. ‘“Re- member the story about the crooked stick. But after all, I suppose you know best, or think you do, and I’m not going to scold you. Only, as I say, 1t seems such a pity, as you were so well suited to each other. But to tell the truth, I never understood distinctly just what the trouble between you was. All sorts of rumors floated across the water to me. Suppose you rehearse your tale of ‘severed hearts’ to me, now, as it really happened. It won’t pain you, willit? It’s so long ago, and it would be only just to set me right regarding the details, you know. Pardon me if I smoke a cigarette—another thing I learned to do in Russia. Or will you join me?” she con- tinued, taking one from a little silver case which hung by her side, and striking a match. Georgie shook her head. “Thanks, no,” she answered. “I’ve never lived in Russia, but I do not dislike the odor.” EONAIE KOOKS (Fl)