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MY FORTUNE’S MADE. 
My young friend, Cora Lee, was a gay, dashing 
girl, fond of dress, and looking always as if, to 
use a homely saying, just out of the bandbox. 
Cora was a belle, of course, and had many ad¬ 
mirers. Among the number of these was a young 
man named Edward Douglass, who was the very 
“ pink ” of neatness in all matters pertaining to 
dress, and exceedingly particular in his observance 
of the little proprieties of life. 
I saw from the first that, if Douglass pressed his 
suit, Cora’s heart would be an easy conquest; and 
so it proved. 
“ How admirably they are fitted for each other!” 
I remarked to my husband on the night of 
the wedding. “ Their tastes are similar, and their 
habits are so much alike that no violence will be 
done to the feelings of either, in the more intimate 
associations that marriage brings. Both are neat 
in person, and orderly by instinct, and both have 
good principles.” 
“ From all present appearances, the match will 
be a good one,” replied my husband. There was, 
I thought, something like reservation in his tone. 
“ Do you really think so ? ” I said, a little iron¬ 
ically ; for Mr. Smith’s approval of the marriage 
was hardly warm enough to suit my fancy. 
“ O, certainly ! Why not?” he replied. 
