The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-09-01

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dered the organ almost superfluous and
drove the organist to the verge of resigna-
ton was only TO be expected. There was
nothing strange in that, nor in his rivalry
OF tne frecentor's best notes, whose voice
was considered very fine in the Litanv
The voluntary, Tiger made his own, and Of
the sermon he expressed disapprofa in so
marked manner that it was hard to saw
which swelled more with rage, the Dean
within or the dog without. Their rage was
equally lmpotent. ar.f-{g eg 0Ir5F
Things went so far that the Dean publicly
wrung his hands at the breakfast-table
you could not hear the benediction this
morning! And was in good voice, too
my dear" he walled, with tears in his
eyes. a,ir..t .1..,. .',..tn III -
You should appeal to the Marquis ;" sug-
gested his wife. 1t must be explained that
the Marquis in ,Bicester ranks next to and
little beneath Providence. But the Dean
| shook his head. He put no faith in the
power even of the Marquis to handle Mr..
Swanson. 81 will lay it before the Bishop.
my dear" he said, humbIy. And then, in,
| deed, Mrs. Dean knew that the iron had
entered into his soul, and that the hand of
the Mayor of the Palace was verv heavy
upon him; and her good, wifely heart grew
so hot that she felt she could have no more
patience with her daughter .rI7F
For Olives sympathies were no longer TO
be trusted. She was not the Sweet Give
of a month ago, but sadder and more
sedate young person, who had a trouble
some and annoying way of defending the
absent foe, and of signing in dark corners,
that was more than provokingi DUTY de-
handed that she should be an ocean. into
which her father and mother might pour
the streams of their indignation and meet
with sympathizing flood tide, and 10 this
unteel1ng girl declined to make herself use
tul III. thatway, and instead sent forth a
"bore" of light TESTING that made little of
the enemy's enormities and trif1e of his
Sutrages. More, she showed herself for the
first time disobedient she altogether re-
fused to promise not to speak to King Pepin
if opportunity should serve, and, clever
girl as She was, laughed her father out of
insisting Upon it, and kissed her mother
into being a not unwilling ally. wise
woman was her mother and clear-sighted;
she saw that Give had spirit, but no
longer heart of her own. Yet at such
time as this, when her husband was wiring
ing his hands, Gives inSensibility to the
family grievances tried Mrs. Dean sorely.
1t was bard that the Canon's sleeplesS
night, the Precentor's peevishness, the
singing mans influenza, and all the count.
less counts of the indictment against Mr..
Swanson, should fail to awaken in the
young lady's mind 1.-THE of the indigna-
ton shared by every other person at the
Deanery, from the Dean himself to the
for which most of us may thank Heaven.
Day after day went by and the boarding
still reared its gaunt height, and the un-
clean beast of the Hebrews still made night
hideous and the day time for the express
sion of strong feelings. At length the Dean
met his legal adviser in the Close-aye, and
within a few feet of the obnoxious erection:
he kept his back to it with ridiculous care
while they talked.
I'VE have come to something like set
Element at last" said the LAWYER, briskly;
confusion take the dog! lean hardly hear
myself speak. We are to meet at the Chap
ter-house at five, Mr. Dean, if that will suit
you; Mr.. Swanson, the Bishop, Canon Row
clitfe and myself. think he is inclined to
be reasonable at last" .,. .......
The Dean shook his head gloomily.
"Ah, you will see it turn out better than
you expect. Let me whisper something to
you. There is an action commenced against
him for shutting up road across one of
his farms at Middleton, and it will be
fought stoutly. One suit at time will be
sufficient to Satify even Mr.. Swainson.o
You don't say so? This is good news"
cried the Dean, with unmistakable pleas
ure. Certainly, [ will be there" q
"And-I am sure | need not hint at it
you will be ready to meet Mr.. Swanson
half-way~ .,N1i HiJl
The Dean looked gloomy again. But at
pied, more fiendish than any which had
preceded it, seemed to proclaim that the
dog knew his reign was menaced, and, like
Sardanapalus, was determined to go ont
right royalty. 1t was more than the Dean
could stand. With an involuntary motion
of his hands to his ears, he nodded and fled
with unseemly haste to place less ex-
posed, where he could in a seemly and
decanal manner relieve his feelings.
The best laid plans even of lawyers will
go astray, and when they do so the havoc
is generally of a singularly widespread
description. The meeting in the Chapter
| house proved stormy from the first.
| Whether it was that the writ in the right
of-way case had not yetreached Mr.. Swain
son, and so he chung to his only split-straw,
| or that the Dean was soured by want of
sleep, or that the Bishop was not thorough
| enough-whatever was the cause, the spirit
| of compromise was absent, and the discus
sion across the Chapter-house table threat,
ened to make matters worse and not better.
| Whether the Dean first called Mr.. Swain
| sons Enclosure the ''toadstool of a night,"
| or Mr.. Swanson took the initiative by
| styling the Dean the mushroom of day."
| 1.-THE Dean was not of old family was a
question afterward much and hotly de-
bated in Bicester circles. Be that as it
may, the high powers at length rose from
| the table in dudgeon and much confusion.
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the Chapter-hou alarge window. ltlooked
directly down upon what he, in the course
| of the discussion, had more than once
| termed "The Profanation,' and since the
eventful day of Mr.. Swainson's match at
croqueU it had been, by the Deans ORDER
kept suffered, to the intent that, when oc-
cupied in the Chapter house, the Proclamation
might not be directly before his eyes. On
| this occasion the shutter was still closed;
it may be that this phenomenon had weak
| ened Mr.. Swainson's not over-robust re-
solves on the side of amity. it n. i''.''
| The Dean was a choleric man. As the
| party rose he stepped TO this shutter and
flung it back He turned to the others and
said, excitedly: %. os.q- ..yu ly,y.
Look, sir look, my lord? Is that sight
becoming the threshold of a cathedral? Is
that a thing to be endured on conseqrated
ground~
They stepped toward the window, a wide
low-browed Tudor one, and looked out.
| The Dean himself stood aside, grasping the
lshutter with hand that shook with pas
sion. He could see the, others faces He
| expected little show of shame or contrition
on that Of Mr.. Swainson, but he did wish
to bring this hideous thing home to the
| Bishop, who had not been as thorough in the
matter as he should have been. Still, as a
Bishop, he could not see that thing there in
its horrid reality and be unmoved! .,r.
I No he certainly could not. Slowly, and
as il reluctantly, his lordShip's face
changed; it broke into a smile that broad
eiied and rippled wider and wider, second
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