The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1895-11-13
LAMBERTVILLE n. j. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER ID. 1895.
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On the afternoon preceding the fate
full day the three-Lady Biggeto, Mat
thew Madder and Tom-proceeded to
Doncaster by an afternoon mail Of
course her ladyship bore all the ex-
penses of the expedition. She treated
her guests handsomely at the X hotel
Chosen vessels as they were, neither
Madden nor Tom was (stomachically)
an ascetic. They did justice to the good
things set before them. Was there not
apostolic authority for this indulgence?
Shortly afternoon on the morrow they
drove out to the famous race course.
Lady Biggeto was looking pale, but de-
termined and revengeful Tom was
looking pleased-almost exultant. In
Matthew Madder's countenance shone
the fire of godly INDICATION, as he
glanced around him at the noisy, wicked
crowds of the unregenerate, oil 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 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:
1.-THE best thing to do" 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, in 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 will 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.
thrust me. l will not spare this scar
let woman, said Madder. There was a
large crowd, but they managed to thread
their way through them and to stand
In convenient spot near the entrance.
At last Toms sharp eyes detected Sir
John approaching. He was conversine
gayly with a smartly dressed girl, on
the other side of whom walked n rak-
ish looking man, wearing white top
per and with fieldglasses slung across
his shoulder.
Is that--that painted creature Mary
Jones9" asked Lady Biggeto venom
ously.
eyes," 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 a second, with a
brazen equanimity characteristic of the
man, he recovered himself and said, rath-
er sarcastically:
Lady Biggetoi This is an unexpect-
cd pleasure.
Every unexpectedp she retorted,
with bitter little laugh.
Then was Matthew Madder's oppor-
tunity. He fixed Sir John with truly
scorching stare.
IMAM 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 Madder, in terrible
tones. "You may we'll hold your peace.
You may we'll 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, l denounce you both.
You, unfaithful husband, runner after
strange women, and you" turning to
the astonished LADY,, "child of frailty,
jade, huss'-
Matthew Madden 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 outragously insulted 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. "You foul mouthed black
guard" said he of the white topper
menacingly, apologize at once to the
Countess of p, or I'll break every bone
in your body.
1.-THE Countess of p. - calculated La
dy Biggeto, turning pale. "The Count
ess of p ~
"Who else? Good God Ishould have
thought that the countess was pretty
we'll 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 to Doncaster with M-Mary Jones p
gasped Lady Biggeto to Sir John. Her
face had now become positively gray,
and she looked as though sho were on
the point of fainting
Sir John started. A light broke on
him. Then smile-a very grim, I'M
pleasant smile of triumph--overspread
his countenance He gripped his wife
by the arm and turned her around Sc
as to face the paddock. A smart looking
FLY was at that moment being led out.
"There is Mary Jones, said the bar
onet, his grin expanding. IF you wait
a little longer, you will very likely see
her win the st. Leger'
Lady Biggeto was not presented at
the next drawing room, and Tom, her
nephew, no longer sits under Matthew
Nader He feels that he has now dis
charged to the full all of his obligations
in that quarter. London Truth.