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A SOCIAL METEOR. 243 “Stop your chattering, ninny,” exclaimed Mrs. Douglass, stepping in. It was an old-fashioned chamber, with a high bed in one end, and an oak secretary in the other. There was no fire in it, as the apartment was sel- dom occupied, unless the rest of the house was over-crowded, and it was as cold asabarn. ‘The lower drawer of the escritoire was opened, and close by, on a foot-stool, stood a lighted candle, which threw its feeble rays upon the upturned face of a white-robed woman stretched motionless upon the floor. “Don’t go in, ma’am, please don’t,” begged Susan, crossing herself devoutly, as the house- keeper, plucking up her courage, pressed boldly | forward. _ “Fathers alive!” she exclaimed in terror, when she had hastily scanned the features of the re- cumbent figure, “it’s enough like my dead mis- tress to be her, but it can’t be—no, it must be Miss Georgie, and whatever is she doing here? She has fainted, anyway, that’s one sure thing, and there’s no knowing how long she’s been un- conscious in this icy room. It’s a miracle if she ever gets over it. Susan, get me some water as quick as you can.” But Susan stood staring, open-mouthed, and did not move. GEomichboo SS (Eo)