The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-10-17

| without resistance Of
the bulk of her fortune and was max
ing ducks and drakes'' with it in Lon
don.
There came into my head the thought
that 1 might somehow by going to
London, find out what manner OF life
was led by my lord and in what ways
he wasted and scattered Molly's sub
stance. could do nothing to stop or to
hinder the waste, yet when one knows
the truth it is generally more tolerable
than the uncertainty
thought over the plan for some
days. 1t assumed clearer shape. It
became a purpose. Molly, for her part,
neither approved nor disapproved. She
was for letting the man who pretended
to be her husband work his wicked will
and do what he pleased provided that
he left her in peace
The end Of it was that l went to
London, riding with a small company
and meeting with no adventures on the
way; that put up at one of the inns
outside Bishopsgate and that 1 found
out my cousin and put the whole case
before him. He was a grave and re-
sponsible citizen, churchwarden and
Of good standing in the Stationers'
company.
| "You want to know how Lord Fy-
lingdale spends his money. I can help
you in this business
It was by the kind Offices of this gen.
tleman, whom l found to be person
of quick wit and ready understanding,
besides being of most obliging dis
position, that was enabled to see with
my own eyes an evening such as my
lord loved. AS for the details, you
must, if you please, hold me excused.
Let it suffice that our observations be-
gan at gaming house and ended at
tavern. At both places kept in the
background because l would not be
recognized by Lord Fylingdale
He came in to the gaming table with
the same lofty, cold carriage which he
had shown at our humble assembly.
He advanced to the table; he began to
play. No one could tell from his lord
ships face whether he lost or won. In
half an hour or so my friend returned
W NY NOAACA. liz udS lOSC Il cool tO(V).
They are whispering round the table
that he loses hundreds every evening.
All the world is asking what gold
mine he possesses that he can stand
these losses''
Il know his gold mine," I replied,
with sigh. ''But it is nearly exhaust
3D."
We staid little longer It was about
10 or II in the evening that his lordship
left the table.
Come said my friend. II know the
tavern where he will spend the next
three or four hours. I can take you
there. The bowls Of punch and the
company and everything is provided
at his lordship's expense. Mr. Pente-
crosse, it must be not a gold mine, but
a mine Of Golconda, to bear this profu-
sion.'
~ tell you, sir, whatever it is, the
mine is nearly run OUT
1T will not be bad for the morals of
the town when it has quite run OUT
AS regards the tavern and it's compa-
ny, it is indeed astonishing to me that
WY AAAA OAoOAu AAu plcISuIC Ill SUCH
company and in such discourse. At
the head Of the table sat my lord. He
appeared to be neither pleased nor dis
pleased. The drink flowed like stream
OF running water. It seized on all and
made their faces red, their voices thick.
The noble leader sat unmoved, or, if
moved at all, then by kind of con-
tempt At 2 o'clock he arose and walk
ed out into the street, where his chair
awaited him.
This is his humor," said my guide
"Play is his passion. 1t is the one thing
that he lives for.''
SO had learned all that wanted to
know. 1t was now quite certain that
we were within a very short distance
from the end. The lands and houses,
the fleet and the business would be
sold. What next?
The day after this experience in the
life of a rake l paid a visit for the
trst and only time to st. James park
in the afternoon. 1t was, remember,
a cold but clear and bright day in
January. At the gates stood crowd
Of lackeys and fellows waiting for their
ladies and stamping on the ground
to keep off the cold. Within a goodly
company walked briskly up and down.
They were the great people Of Lon
don whom saw here. While looked
on, admiring the dresses of the ladies
and the extravagances of the gen.
tlemen, who seemed to vie with each
other in calling attention to themselves
by their dress and by their gestures,
there passed me. walking alone, lady
whom at first l did not recognize. She
started, however, and smartly tapped
my hand with her fan. She carried the
fan, although it was winter, just as the
beaus dangled their canes from their
wrists.
why" she cried. 1T is my sailor!
1t is surely Jack Pentecrosse"
Then I recognized the Lady Anasta-
STA.
"And what is Jack Pentecrosse do