Text Technology   "I've got some bad news for you," said Mr. Cooper, recognizing his wife in the midst of a group of ladies on Stewart's steps, and following her to the linen counter. Mrs. Cooper looked up, with a sudden start, from the bird's-eye she was comparing with the scrap she had brought to match. "Not business, surely." For she was already the recipient of the fluctuations affecting the new firm. She could tell you the last quotations in flour and grain, knew something of pork before it found its way to Fulton Market, and that, when wool advanced, it was neither "Berlin," nor yet "Saxony," which the papers alluded to. "No, not exactly. I have just heard that your Tarrytown house is sold. I met Newbold on my way up." Mrs. Cooper gulped down a sound, half sob, half sigh. She had given up all hopes of the house voluntarily; and yet, so long as it did not pass into other hands, it was pleasant to dwell there in imagination.