The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1884-04-24
O vast deal of practical law. and has the

vast deal of practical law, and has the
making OF very excellent devil in
him." The expression was startling but
very gratifying when properly explained.
Still. there the matter was Julian the
merry had become Julian the mysteri-
GUS, and there, was no clue to it all.
One memorable evening the bishop
having finished the sketch OF charge
q mean, of course, such charge as
would be produced by Bishop Butler,
not Mrs. Butler), sat in his study brood
ing over itall. He was doing his best for
his boy" he kept repeating to himself :;
but his spiritual wrestlings were dis
turbed some way, and between him and
tho fire there came attimes glimpse of a
certain wistful little face he had once
seen with Julian in the park, and apho-
tograph of which said little face hung
framed in old gold plush beside Julian s
bed. His lordship's musings were in
terrupted 10y the sound of his sons
| quick step on the stairs, and then his
voice.
"All right, Pollard, Tn just running
out to post letter; I'll be back to dress
in five minutes"
"You can post it here, Master Julian,
said the voice of the old retainer, the
Bishops butler; I'm taking his lord
ships letters presently"
"Quite sure twill go all riget, Pol
lard? Very we'll, then" There was a
metallic clap" as the letter was dropped
into the oak pillar-box that stood in the
hall, and then Julian ran back to his
study.
A letter! To whom? Why wish to
post it himself? And then I fear some
little demon had the audacity to whis-
per in the Bishops ear, for that good
man was disquieted, and rose from his
| chair. The room seemed hot, so he
opened the door, The hall looked
cool, so he walked into it. There was
no one there. Like Eugene Aram, he
"took three hasty strides" and then
stopped opposite the oak letter-box, of
which he and Pollard had duplicate
keys Is 60. =, .,,... ..,, :, ,.o.,. !, . ,.,,,
in just seeing to whom lie is writing; it
might be some vile money lender; and,
BESIDES" added the Bishop to himself,
II may possibly have misllirected some
of my own letters" Still he paused,
and the little demon kept whispering
"Take it out! take it OUT" Finally,
with quick beating heart, the Bishop
opened the box. Was thata noise? No,
only the parrot. Hate parrots" he
thought, as he peeped i'll. Yes, there
it was, right on the top OF the pile, adj
| dressed in Julian's big good natured sort
ia scrawl. Feeling very like afraudu
lent bank secretary borrowing securi-
ties from the ''strong room," but still
urging on his conscience that he was
''doing it for the BEST" the Bishop put
the letter in his pocket, slammed the
door Of the box. and reiterated with his
prize to his study, just in time to hear
Pollard painting up from the regions
below to send the post off. Would
that old servitor discover the loss
Should he rush out and restore it? No,
he would be firm; it was ''for the best. .
The letter was addressed to
Miss Kitty Blewsby,
2l4A Cockerton Crescent,
Bayswater.
Corresponding with her secretly
Monstrous! It must be stopped at once.
His fingers played with the envelope as
he held it up between him and the fire.
"No, no, can't do that; wouldn't be hon
est, said the Bishop sternly; and having
comforted himself with the reflection he
locked up the letter in his drawer, and
then the dressing-be]l rang.
Julian was very pleasant and bright
that day at dinner He told his father
old Oxford stories, insisting on pledgine
him in the old AT, and when he ran of
to read Che never went to the theater
now, he dropped into the drawing room
and ran his fingers lightly over the keys
of the Erard. The Bishop heard the
music as he sat, brooding and melan-
choly and remorsefl1l, in the room be-
low; for all that he hardened his heart
like Pharaoh. and would not let the let
ter go, because lit was for the best"-a
bit of Jesritical casuistry that he never
theless derived but small comfort from.
It required much more Pharaoh
like hintness to endure
Julian's first anxious, and
then disappointed, face when the early
post next morning, and several success
sive posts for the next two days, failed
to bring him something he actually
looked for The inquiry: "Anything
for me father?" Nothing, Julian, >
became little tragedy, in which the
bishop felt he WAS cast for ''frst MUIR
derer,," and was by no means easy in
the part.
The piano was never opened now. and
Julian stuck to lis work quietly and
pluckily. At last he was duly called,
and won the GlO0 prize given by his
Inn for an essay upon Probate and
Divorce as Practiced 10y the Early Aryan
Races He never slackened work for
a moment, but went to court every day,
and still preserved the same quiet man
ner that so batf1ed and worried the bish-
op. His fun seemed to have all evapor-
ated, and in its place he had a purpose.
His father had a bad time Of it-passed
sleepless nights, and even went SO far as
to read the essay on probate and Di-
vorce." Once he suggested in playful
fashion to Julian that ''now that he was
on the high road to the Woolsack, it was
time for him to look about and settle;'
but he only elected rather solemn
Don't let's talk Of that subject, father,
nd felt snabbed.
It was clear to the Bishop that he
had succeeded in alternating Julian's af-
lection for Kitty but he certainly never
meant to make a confirmed misogynist
and bigoted bachelor of him, and this
was seemingly what had happened, for
dancing Belgravia knew him no more.
1T was precisely at 8 As on the even
ing that has been so much talked of
that the Bishop was strolling home after
attending the great conference that met
to discuss the long vexed question con-
corning Archidiaconal Functions. He
had once been an arch deacon himself,
and he sympathized with the rather
vague position Of the Very Reverends,
and he was really rather pleased with
the resolution he had proposed making
CATERS and broad brims obligatory on
them as a class, although dear old Saw
dust and Bran "a brother Bishop had
so stoutly opposed it, on the ground
that it would lead to aprons. It is right
to mention this, as it accounts for the
Bishops preoccupied manner that even
ing. Passing up that pleasant little
segment Of circle that is called Dean
street, the Bishop noticed a carriage
whisking rapidly westward. A glance
as the lights flashed by showed him a
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