Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-01-20

ana 10 seems to me-" pursued Tom
With Knowing nod, "that if you
could actually confront them at the
entertainment, and if Mr.. Nader
could then and there administer a
public rebuke to the sinners, it would
-er-meet-the-er-requirements Of
the case as nothing else would. What
do you think, aunt?'
''It shall be done," assented Lady
Biggeto, firmly pursuing up her mouth.
cit shall be done. Sir John shall be
put to public penance in this world in
order to save his immortal soul from
everlasting penance in the next. You
can find out exactly where they are
going, Tom.'
On the afternoon preceding the fate
full day the three-Lady Biggeto, Mat
thew Nader and Tom-proceeded to
Doncaster by an afternoon mail. Of
course her ladyship bore all the ex-
penses of the expedition. She treat
ed her guests handsomely at the x.
Nader nor Tom was an ascetic. They
did justice to the good things set be-
fore them. Was there not apostolic
authority for this indulgence?
Shortly afternoon they drove out to
the famous race course. Lady Bigge-
to was looking pale, but determined
and revengeful. Tom was looking
pleased-almoste xultant. In Matthew
Madder's countenance shone the fire
of cody indignation, as he glanced
around him at the noisy, wicked
crowds Of the unregenerate, all con-
verging to the Yorkshire pandemon-
ium. 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 Nader
and Lady Biggeto had to look for ad-
vice regarding their movements when
at the course. TOMS advice which they
agreed to adopt, was this:
''The best thing to do" said the
young man decidedly, "is to lie quiet
ly 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 to the paddock to have a 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.'
Crust me, I will not spare this scar
let woman" said Nader. There was
a 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 conversiug gayly with smartly
dressed girl, on the other side of
whom walked rakish looking man,
wearing awhile topper and with field
glasses slung across his shoulder.
els that-that painted creature Ma
ry Jones?" asked Lady Biggeto ven
ominously.
eyes, said Tom, s'and t. other fell
low walking with them is a 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
Madden, 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 mo-
ment, with brazen equanimity char
acteristic of the man, he recovered
himself and said, rather sarcastically:
sLady Biggeto! This is an unex-
pected pleasure"
every Unexpected" she retOrted,
with bitter little laugh.
Then was Matthew Madder's op-
portunity. He fixed Sir John with
scorching stare.
''Man of SIM" he exclaimed, 81 am
come to denounce you in the name of
the Lord!''
The barone stared at him in blank
amaZement.
"Ah!" pursued Nader, in terrible
tones. ''You may we'll hold your
peace. You may we'll be dumbfounded
and long enough have you and your
vile companion in sin pursued the