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Or perhaps they were talking of hiht, he was re--"Will They Miss Me When I' like a blush for his senti up and took his letters They consisted

mostly of bills and invitations He chucked the first aside and glanced

at the others; both were distasteful to him He felt as if he should

like to cut the world forever

And yet that wouldn't do Everybody would say that he was completely

knocked over by the ruin of his prospects, and that he had run away He

couldn't stand that He had always been accustoht be; and he would face it now Besides, it

would never do to sit therehimself back at Shorne

Mills; because that was just what he was doing

He turned over the gilt-edged cards and the scented notes--there see the deadness of the

season--and he selected one froate She was an

old friend of his, and she had written hi

hiht It was just the little note which a

thorough woman of the world would write to a man whom she liked, and who

had struck a streak of bad luck Most of Drake's acquaintances ere