Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1880-01-09
3 gleasaut Story.
HER REVENGE.

AND 10 think thai was once within an
ace OF marrying that woman"
what, you, Jack; you within an ace Of
marrying Mrs Bcstocks"
III Is fact, my dear fellow, assure you ;
the lady in question had very narrow es-
cape, indeed, Of being made Mrs. John Ia
cheveral."
The speakers were two well-dressed, mid
tile-aged men, who were leaning over the
park ratings, watching the endless stream Of
carriages in the height Of "the season" And
the object of their comments was large,
fiorid, coarse looking woman, seated in
victoria, with little, pompous, rotund shiny.
faced man beside her, who was evidently
her "lord and master" in the conventional
sense Of those words, though none knew
better than Mr.. Bostock himself how differ.
ent the conventional fiction was from the
actual fact.
Let us stroll IN, and will ten you all
fabout L." saidt Mr.. 4Jnh~ -i.sd hsoass.i ~ ana
i5Ss,osom friend, Charley Luckthorpe. "lneed
hardly tell you there was time when ] was
hard up. had decent rooms, however, and
managed to keep up the outward appearance
Of swell dressed well, though had sell
dom shilling in my pocket, and on the
strength Of my name and family connections
mixed a good deal in society, and cut, on
the whole, . very presentable figure there.
But things went from bad To WORSE, and my
prospects were about as black as they could
be, when luck threw Mary Campbell in my
way. She was about five-and-twenty, an
orphan, with eco 900 entirely at her disposal.
Moreover, she wss rather styliah- looking, and
though decidedly vulgar even then, she gave
no promise of the floiid coarseness into which
she has since developed. took careful
stock Of her, and decided that with 10000
to gid the matrimonial pill could swallow
IT, Having come 10 this decision, lost no
time in laying siege 70 the fortress was
a good-looking fellow then, and soon found
had made an impression. Then began to
make desperate love to her, and things went
ON swimmingy toward the inevitable pro.
possl, when an event happened which at
one fell blow blighted all my hopes.
II was nj the nadir Of my fortunes. I
positively didn't know where to go for half
crown. had pawned everything avaia.
Bile. My scsnty wardrobe | chung to, and
could therefore, still venture to show my
self at the West End. But in the matter Of
linen was terribly reduced. In fact, had
only one shirt dared to wear in evening
dress. One day received an Invitation 10
dine with the Pilkingtons in Chester square,
where Mary Campbell was then staying
saw At once that an opportunity might thus
be offered me Of bringing matters 10 crisis,
and II was Of vital importance " lose no
time. had been wearing that best shirt
and it was soiled. could procure no other
There was only one thing to be- done;
must send, that shirt to the lanudr7s. have
1t washed and ironed, and wes. Z, z, even
ing. The shirt was TO be return 10y seven
o'clock In the evening, sharp.
Alta quarter Of seven O'Clock | had com.
pleted my toilet up 10 the point at which
the shirt comes In, and sat shiyering ia my
dressing gown, waiting for that indispensa-
bic article Punctuslly 10 the minute, there
was knock, and my laup1reSs wss shown
In. She carried in her hand the precious
shin. advanced, smiling, to take II from
her.
"Oh, thank you, Alrs. Mage" exclaim
ed 10 my most gracious tones. III am much
Obliged N you II is exceedingly good Of
you 10 be 10 punctual"
but Mrs Magee met my ELUSIVE excla.
nations Of gratitude with no corresponding
cordiality. On the contrary her hard ,frecklsd
fsced--she was big, rawboned, red.headed
lrishwoman--wore an expression the re-
verse Of arnishle. Keeping the shirt well
behind her with her right hand. whilst her
lofi was lifted with a threatening gesture at
me. abe suddenly broke ou, with torrent
Of words ut the highest pitch ri her voice.
"No, Mister Latchel (such was her hide.
ousabbreyiation ~ my distinguished patro.
nyrnicI; no, SURF, " shall not have your
shurt ill hey me money. I'm poor wild.
der woman; but I'm not N be imposed upon.
You've owed me three shillin' this ak weeks
or mom, and nary bit Of your shur will
ye gil onless ye hands me over eighteen.
pincs this night"
"But my good Mn Mage" broke In
# en- NOT give you eighteenpence tonight
declare 70 you solemnly that I have not a
shilling In my possession"
Then " won't git yer shuri, sur, III
have my money first"
bat I tell you mus, have the shirt Mr.
PilkiBgton. the gentleuhaD with whom