The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1894-11-23
NY 10, JOHN.
CHAPTER XIV-CoNTINUEp.
BY HELEN Il. MATHERs.

CHATTER AlN-CoNTINUED.
John John" -.
said the poor woman. moan break
ing from the very depths of her
heart, "whcre are you? Tom. Tom,
we must go at once and find him"
Fletcher and have been looking
for weeks" said Tom gravely. eve
have commun Gated with tho police.
we have been to Scotland Yard. and
everything short of advertising him
has been done. He would never for
give us for doing that, if if" Tom
hesitated, che is alive.
ooh, my Cod" cried Mary, like a
wild thing. at was all my doing.
Mine mine, He was ruined. and |
behaved like a brute to him. and he
thought knew it, and that was why
/ left him!"
IL am afraid that was So" said
Tom sadly. ''Mr. Goldsworthy
dropped q word or two to that effect.
and you know how proud the old
dad was---he could never have borne
to live upon a woman"
"Only that woman was his wife. "
said Mary, in agony. Il begin to
understand now--and his letter. o!
blind, blind"
She threw herself face downwards
on the couch, trembling as If with
ague, and Tom tried TO soothe her.
Homeless, hungry, alone" she
said "while i"
Mother" said Tom, almost stern
ly, "you were not to blame. He did
not tell you. and how were you to
know? And his position with re
gard to Lady Blanche was equivocal
enough to make any wife angry.
Beast" he calculated with extra
ordinary vigour.
"Who?" said Mary, lifting her pale
face.
"Her! She! That woman.
went up to the North to sec her.
She denied herself to me. ]
insisted. She declined. | sat
in the hall six hours, and wore
her patience out at last. She
told me insolentlv that she knew
nothing whatever of my fathers
movements.
Tom" said Mary, What had she
got onP"
IL don't know the color, but next
to nothing, as it was dinner time"
"And do you think her so hand
some?'
81 think her painted devil. Well,
she swore she hadn't seen or heard
from father since August, when he
spent few days at the castle. She
scarcely hid her scorn OF him as a
broken-down gentleman, who had
bored her to extinction, and said in
solently that father had been imper-
tinent enough to associate her with
his separation from his wife. and
she had never been mixed up in af-
fairs OF that kind. and did not moan
to be now"
80 his coy corner was made
cold to him" said Mary almost un-
consciously.
IL told her straight that she and
her cursed speculations had been
the ruin Of him." went on Tom, y
"and that though / had always
heard her spoken of as the 'decoy
duck ] never knew how thoroughly
applicable the term was to her. till
saw her. And | told her that the
woman who went into the streets
for living was worth fifty such as
she, who ruined and despolled hon,
est English gentlemen to pay for
their Injuries and buy jewels TO hide
their brazen nakedness. And then
/ walked out
Tom! Tom"
"And since thOn-but l have told
you the rest"
al am coming with you. Tom. y
said Mary, getting up and reaching
for her cloak. "Do you think
can eat, sleep and drink here while
~
What can you do. mother?" in.
terrupted Tom. sadly "You can't
dress yourself in rags and exploit the
East End. as Fletcher is doing now. '
The East End That awful place
you call Whitechapel9" whispered
Mary in horror-stricken accents