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MY FORTUNE S MADE. 
son. In a few minutes she arose, and went quick¬ 
ly from the room. I followed her, and Edward 
came after us pretty soon. He found his wife in 
tears, and sobbing almost hysterically. 
“ I’ve got a carriage at the door,” he said to me 
aside, half laughing, half serious. “ So help her 
on with her things, and we’ll retire in disorder.” 
“ But it’s too bad in you, Mr. Douglass,” I re¬ 
plied. 
“ Forgive me for making your house the scene 
of this lesson to Cora,” he whispered. “ It had to 
be given, and I thought I would venture to tres¬ 
pass upon your forbearance.” 
“ I’ll think about that,” said I, in return. 
In a few minutes Cora and her husband retired, 
and in spite of good breeding, and every thing 
else, we all had a hearty laugh over the matter on 
my return to the parlor, when I explained the curi¬ 
ous scene that had just occurred. 
How Cora and her husband settled the affair 
between themselves, I never inquired. But one 
thing is certain — I never saw her in a slovenly 
dress afterwards, at home or abroad. She was 
cured. 
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