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16 A SOCIAL METEOR. Until then I had hoped he would sleep off his anger and write me a penitent letter, but this staggered me.” “The prig!” ejaculated Ray. “My maid said the man was waiting at the door for an answer, and knowing that I must show something of my state of mind in my face, I told her to go down stairs and tell him I would send it. ‘Then I flew to my bureau and gathered to- gether all the things Jack had ever given me, excepting one little ring, and made them hastily into a package, and after a few tears—just a few, for it seemed like parting with old friends—I sent them to him witha note. He had given me a dog, ‘Snap,’ you remember, but I was too much attached to the little animal to give hzm back, and fortunately he didn’t ask for him. “That evening I danced at a ball, but my face was as white as my dress, and my heart was aching cruelly; still, I was too proud to give up, and I kept laughing and chatting incessantly, so that no one could get a chance to remark upon Jack’s absence, to me. The next day I heard that he had gone to Washington, where he staid two or three weeks, Then the tongues began to EONANIE XOOKS (E@)