The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-08-16

Robert, and no interference. AL that
Bester had to do was to follow Lady
Lisburn. and if she was in any danger
to wire Sir Robert at once, q himself
take snch steps as he might think were
necessary.
That's. the way" said Mr.. Bester.
with appreciation: take things calmly.
| Much better in the long run. ought
to know. I've been at it in the yard
and out of the yard 30 year come next
FEBRUARY.
81 suppose you have had some inter
esting cases to deal with" remarked Sir
Robert politely.
Mr.. Bester stood up and looked at
himself in the mirror for q moment and
then sat down again heavily.
The most interesting" he said, ''are
them that nobody don't deal with"
Mr.. Bester took another sip from his
tumbler and essayed to rest one knee on
| the other, but found the position for a
| gentleman of his rotundity uncomfort-
and relinquished the endeavor.
Look here. Sir Robert. said Mr.. Bes-
ter, there's a case in point. Just what
you may call a little incident: Look
here. This taking a wax match from
the box and sticking it upright on the
tabler.this is Mr.. BERTHE Peterborough,
and this" taking another and sticking II
upright)-s'this is Miss-Miss Whatsher-
name. Reilly, l forgit the name. How
ever, that don't matter"
The door opened softly, but neither Ut
the men noticed it.
VERY well then. Few years ago MIR.
BERTHE Ellenborough chats this one)
knows Miss W~hatshername chats this
one), and she loves him and writes him
warm, ~rapturous letters-letters that she
would be ashamed now to read, or for
anybody else to read. Still, a good girl,
mind you. Mr.. BERTHE comes up town,
forgets her. goes to bad. slips himself
off to America and gets worse and
worse. He becomes hard mp. and what
does he do then but blackmail Miss
Whatshername.
Damned scoundrelr' exclaimed Sir
Robert heartily.
"Blackmails her. | happens to go
out to trace a chap, and | meets Mis-
ter BERTHE in a bar, and he tells me all
about it,"
Ought t o be hangedr' remarked Sir
Robert.
But that isn't the worst. | tells him
for a lark that I'm a bit of a scamp my
self and brags a bit, and then MI. Der.
tie goes one better and assures me that
he burned those letters long ago, and he
was only pretending he'd still got them,
That beats anything, don't it? There's
a scamp for you. Making a regular in
come out of it too"
!, Girl married, ! wonderr''
| ..SoI understand said Mr.. Bester.
|, Poor girl said Sir Robert. 'tWondel
who her husband Isl"
.Sir Robert" said a voice. They ha6
, not turned on the light. and the Don
was growing dark.
my lovey:" he said.
} "They told me you wanted to see me,
said Lady Lisburn, land, my dear, Tn
I'm not going. | could not have known
what | was talking about just now"
> MY dear heart" exclaimed Sir Rob
ert delightedly. .'tell me what It wa
that was worrying your
) why, absolutely nothing" answered
his wife decidedly. There was no ex
j cuse for it,
: They took each others hands.
: shall | look in again, Sir Robert?
said Mr.. Bester respectfully. He hat
been standing aside and pretending. witt
excellent SAVIOR faire. to look out of tn
window.
''Oh. ! beg your pardon, Bester," sal
. Sir Robert. mo, You needn't look i
again. I'll send your people q check TO
your trouble."-St James Gazette.