Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1896-01-20

Chosen vessels rs they were. neither
Madden nor Tom w.ss ts1omachicaily)
an ascetic. They did justice to the good
things set before them. Was there not
apostolic authority for this indulgence
Shortly afternoon GA the mo1rOw they
drove ont TO the famous race course.
Lady Riggeto was looking pale. bat de-
terminea and revengefuL Tom was
looking pleasel--almoSt exnliaut In
Matthew Madder's countenance shone
the fire of cody INDICATION, us he
glanced around him ut the noisy, wicked
crowds Of the unresenerate, al canverg-
ing 10 the Yorkshire panaenonium. In
very truth it was gathering Of the sons
Of Belial
Now, Tom WAS the only enc Of the
party who knew anything about race
meetings. When he was child Of wrath.
he had frequently attended such. So il
was 10 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 70 Ia. SAID the
young man decidedly, is TO lie quietly
By until 5ast before the race for the
ST. Leger. AT that tine-aholt half an
hour before the race, in iact-->ir John,
with Mary Jones and other wicked
friends is certain 70 roli round 10 the
paddock 10 have look az tho ST. Leger
candidates. Then will be our time. sir.
Confront him then. with my aunt at
your side Denounee linn boldly Put
him to open shame before all And spare
not Mary Jones either. Fer 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 Madder. There was
large crowd, but they managed 70 thread
their way through them and to stand
III a convenient spot near the entrance.
At last Tom 5 sharp eyes detected Sir
John approaching. He was conversing
gayly with smartly dressed girl, ON
the other side of whom walked rak
ish looking man, wearing white top
per and with tieldglasses slung across
his shoulder.
is that--that painted creature Mary
Jones?" asked Lady Biggeto venom
ously.
Yes" said Tom, land 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 We're 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 sarcastically:
Lady Biggetol This is an unexpect-
ed pleasure. /"
Every unexpected y she retorted,
with bitter little laugh.
Then was Matthew Madder's oppor
tunity. He fixed Sir John with truly
scorching stare.
'Man of sin, he exclaimed, 81 am
come to denounce you in the name of
the Lord =
The baronet stared at him III blank
amazement
"Ahp' 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, / denounce you both.
You, unfaithful husband, runner after
strange women, and you" turning to
the astonished LADY,, "child of frailty,
jade, huss''-
Matthew Nader never completed that
last obnoxious word. The man i'll 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
"The Countess of p. p calculated La
dy Biggeto, turning pale. 1.-The Count
ess Of p. p
"Who else? Good God Ishould have
thought that the countess wa pretty
well known at Doncaster, +" retmfcl -
earl with great irritation.
"Then-then-w- w-wbere IL ~
Mary Jones? They t-t-t-old me you bad
gone to Doncaster with M-Mary Jones o.
gasped Lady Biggeto to Sir John. Her
| face had now become positively gray,
and she looked as though she were on
the point of fainting.
Sir John started. A light broke on
him. Then a smile--a very grim, un-
pleasant smile of triumph--overspread
his countenance. He gripped his wife
by the arm and turned her around SO
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. Legerv'
Lady Biggeto was not presented at
the next drawing room, and Tom, hen
nephew, no longer sits under Matthew
Madder. He feels that he has now dis