The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-01-15

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her guest, handsomely at the X. hotel.
Chosen vessels as they were. neither
Madder nor Tom was tstomachicslly)
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 ont 10 the famous race course.
Lady Biggeto was looking pale. but de-
termined and revengeful Tom was
looking pleased-almost exultant In
Matthew Madders countenance shone
the fire ~ 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 1t was gathering Of the sons
of Pelial
Now. Tom wos the only one OF the
party who knew anything about race
meetings When he was child OF wrath,
he had frequently attended such. So il
was 20 Tom that Madden and Lady Big.
geto had 10 look for advice regarding
their movements when they reached the
course. Toms advice. which they
agreed to adopt, was this;
The best thing to do" said the
young man decidedly. lis 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 10 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. II is
through her wiles and allurements that
Sir John has fallen.
Trust me. 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 conversing
gayly with a smartly dressed girl. on
the other side Of whom walked a rak.
ish looking man, wearing o white top
per and with fieldglasses slung across
his shoulder
us that--that painted creature Mary
Jones?" asked Lady Biggeto venom
ously.
Yes" said Tom, land t'cther fel.
low walking with them is q gambling
pal Of Sir John Some Of the worst
characters in Europe Now. sir ie your
time.
Sir John and his two friends had
come quite close They were about TO
ON entifs maddox when Matthew Mad
IA 1axar MOI ag i.2ay 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 Biggeto Thisis an unexpect-
ed pleasure. y
Very unexpected she retorted.
with bitter little laugh
Then was Matthew Madder's oppor-
tunity. He fixed Sir John with q truly
scorching stare
MAN of SIM" he exclaimed, II am
come to denounce you in the name of
the Lordp
The baronet stared at him ia blank
amazement.
"Ahl" 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" Cunning 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
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
apologize at once to the
Countess Of p, or I'll break every bone
in your body"
1.-THE Countess of P. r. calculated La
dy Biggeto. turning pale. THE Count |
ess of p. IL
"who else? Good God Ishould have |
thought that the countess was pretty |
we'll known ut Doncaster," retorted the |
earl with great irritation.
"Then-then-w-w-w IL MN |
Mary Jones? They t-t-t-ol me you had |
gone to Doncaster with M-Mary Jones -
,asped Lady Biggeto to Sir John Her
lace had now become positively gray,
md she looked as though she were on
he point Of fainting.
Sir John started. A light broke on
him. Then a smile--a very grim, I'M
pleasant smile Of triumph--oversprea
his countenance He gripped his wife
~ the arm and turned her around so
IS to face the paddock. A smart looking
lily was ut that moment being led out.
There Is Mary Jones" said the bar.
met, his grin expanding. "If you wait
! little longer. you will very likely see
Ter win the ST. Legerr"
Lady Biggeto was not presented ut
he next drawing room. and Tom, her
lephew, no longer sits under Matthew
dadder He feels that he has now dis
hareed to the full all Of his Obligations
u that quarter. London Truth
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