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Fhiiuv, SuiTRMUim 14. '894.
ALL A MISTAKE.
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'Alifa in which nothing
Such had been mine, at least
until my twentieth year, when my
aunt died, leaving mo the humlhonio
houso In which I am now living,
Thero was much other property, and
no inconsiderable amount of money,
besides a pretty little farm twenty
miles out of tho city. I was, In fact,
a rich woman, and what was still
hotter a perfectly free one, and I en
joyed my liberty tho first few weeks
with nil the abandon of an uncaged
bird. But as winter came ou I grew
a llttlo lonely. I had been to my
farm, and I found It a weariness.
Not, oven tho pride of
could reconcile me to Its solitude and
monotony. I had tried a watering
place, and tho patronage of soma
and the servility of others had so
wounded and disgusted me that
early in September I came back to
my homo in tho city, It had
plain to me, moreover, that
some sort of chaperon was necessary,
for, though I knew I was abb
to tako oare of myself, society did
not seem to think so; and I had been
continually Irritated by the constant
proposals of friends to look outfor
me a suitable person.
