A Social Meteor — page 240: what you’re looking at

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230 A SOCIAL METEOR. CHAPTER XVI. GEORGIE’S LETTERS. ‘The next time I saw her,” he resumed, between two puffs, five minutes later, “was in Chicago. She was riding on Michigan avenue with an old fellow, who, I afterward learned, was the manager of a burlesque troupe. She didn’t see me, but I got an excellent view of her. She looked mighty well, in her habit, and sat her horse magnifi- cently. She was a little stouter, and a trifle more florid than when I had last had the pleasure of letting my eyes rest upon her, but was still a very attractive woman. She is much too stout, and altogether too florid for my taste now; still some men might make fools of themselves over her, even yet.” ‘Then you’ve met her lately ?” Peter started. “Why, of course,” he replied, “no later than this afternoon. Do I speak in parables, my dear? Mrs. Kirkendale and my late wife are one and the same person,” \ \ , | | oe comicbooks com