Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1895-12-06

the fire Of godly Mitigation, as he
glanced around him at the noisy, wicked
crowds of the unregenerate, all converg-
, ing to the Yorkshire pandemonium. In
very truth it was gathering of the sons
Of Belial
Now, Tom was the only one of the
party who knew anything about race
meetings. When he was a child of wrath,
he had frequently attended such. So it
was to Tom that Madden and Lady Big
geto had to look. for advice regarding
their movements when they reached the
course Toms advice, which they
agreed to adopt was this:
"The best thing to d." said the
young man decidedly, "is to lie quietly
by until just before the race for the
st. Leger. At that time-about half an
hour before the race, i'll fact-Sir John,
with Mary Jones and other wicked
friends, is certain to roll round 10 the
paddock to have look at the st. Leger
candidates. Then viii be our time, sir
Confront him then, with my aunt at
your side. Denounce him boldly. Put
him to open shame before all. And spare
not Mary Jones either. For she is quite
as much to blame as my uncle. 1t is
through her wiles and allurements that
Sir John has fallen. -
"Trust NE. will not spare this scar
let woman," said Nader There was
large crowd, but they managed to thread
their way through them and to stand
in a convenient spot near the entrance.
At last Toms sharp eyes detected Sir
John approaching. He was conversing
gayly with a smartly dressed girl, on
the other side of whom walked a rak-
ish looking man, wearing white top
per and with fieldglasses slung across
his shoulder.
SIS that--that painted creature Mary
Jones?" asked Lady Biggeto venom
ously.
Yes" said Tom, "and t'other fell
low walking with them is gambling
pal Of Sir John 's-one of the worst
characters in Europe. Now, sir, is your
time"
Sir John and his two friends had
come quite close. They were about to
enter the paddock when Matthew Mad
der, drawing Lady Biggeto's arm
through his own, stepped forward and
confronted the reprobates At the sight
of his wife Sir John started and looked
confused. However, in second, with
brazen equanimity characteristic of the
man, he recovered himself and said, rath-
er sarcasticajly
"Lady Biggeto! This is an unexpect-
ed pleasure
Every unexpectedp' she retorted,
with bitter little laugh
Then was Matthew Madder's oppor-
tunity. He fixed Sir John with truly
scorching stare. l
"Man of SIM he exclaimed, 81 am
come to denounce You in the name Of
the Lord!'
The baronet stared at him in blank
amazement.
"Ah!" pursued Madden, in terrible
tones "You may we'll hold your peace.
You may well be dumfounded. Long
enough have you and your vile compan-
ion in sin pursued the damnable path
Of worldly pleasure. Here, in the name
Of my master, I'denounce you both.
You, unfaithful husband, runner after
strange women, and you'' turning to
the astonished LADY,, "child of frailty,
jade, huss''-
Matthew Madder never completed that
last obnoxious word. The man in the
white topper, not fully grasping the sit
uation, but realizing that his wife was
being ontragously jnsulted by some
apparently drunken fanatic, clinched his
fist, smote the servant of the Lord be-
tween the eyes and laid him even with
the dust. lyon foul mouthed black
guard said he of the white topper
menacingly, "apologize at once to the
countess of P, OF I'll break every bone
IL your body. "
1.-THE Countess of 2. ~ CALCULATED La
dy Biggeto, turning pale. "The Count
ess of P. /"
"Who else? Good God Ishould have
thought that the countess was pretty
well known at Doncaster, - retorted the
earl with great irritation.
"Then-then-w-w where is MN
Mary Jones? They t-t-t-old me you had
gone IL DQicaster with NJ Mary Jones!'
gasped Lady Biggeto to Sir John. Hes
face had row become positively gray,
and she locked as though she were on
tie point Of fainting.
Sir John started, 4 light broke on
him. Then q slnile--a very grim, un-
pleasant smile Of triumph-overspread
his countenmce. lie gripped his wife
by the ann and turned her around SO
as to face he paddock A smart looking
FLY was at that nloment being led out.
fThere is Mary Jones, said the bar
onet, his grin expanding. "If you wait
little longer, you will very likely see
her win the st. Leger''
Lady Biggeto was not presented at
the next drawing room, and Tom, hef
nephew, no longer sits under Matthew
Madder He feels that be has now dis
charged to the full all OF his obligations