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968 A SOCIAL METEOR. the proffered seat, “John told me so just now. He says you’re going to Europe.” “Yes, I’m going on Saturday.” “TIsn’t this rather sudden? You said nothing about it, yesterday.” “T did not make up my mind to go until last evening. I met Billy Waldron at dinner, and after talking a little with him, decided suddenly to follow him. You know he sailed to-day.” “And when are you coming back ?” “T don’t know; I’m thinking something of taking in India while I’m about it, for the shoot- ing. Il send you the first tiger skin I capture. All despairing lovers say that nowadays.” She did not answer; she scarcely heard the last two sentences ; she felt as if the ground was slipping from under her feet. He picked up another revolver and looked it over carefully before placing it in its case. “Truth is, Ray,” he began again, hesitatingly, “I’m so broken up about the way she behaved toward me, that I think a change will do me good. I cannot dear to stay here and see her married to another fellow, just yet. I can neither eat nor sleep, and am not myself at all, so I’m going away, and when I come back it will all be over and too late to mourn.” She was trembling from head to foot, and her eyes were smimming in tears, but he did not ob- (Ele) Comicbooks.