Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1884-04-25
THE BISHOPS SIN.


Broad Churchman. Had he mol
boldly opposed the Tractarlan move
ment in his Oxford days? Did he not
recently extend the episcopal 9gls tc
Major the City-Road- DevIl-Dodger;
when that converted reprobate pitched
his tent within the very shadow OF
the Palace, and preached eternal dam,
nation i'm the choicest OF Cockneyf
Indeed, the Bishop had been knH ii
TO smile on Mr.. spurgeon and beam
bcnevOlently upon metropolitan
Noodles and suburban Sankles. The
curates of his diocese were not inter
dctcd from cricket nor his actors
from lawn tennis; and am not IA
position TO contradict the rumor That
the Bishop has been known to cut
into a rubber for Silver threepen-
MES" and in the shadow al a stage
box once saw Mr. Irving play shy
lock.
Indeed, when Julian, his only son,
was at Etsn, his father rejolced more
at his winning the public school
rackets than in his carrying oil the
Prince Consort's prize for foreign
languages; and when up at Oriel ne
found his E. way into the eight the
Bishops JOY was so great as to be at
moments positively undignliied. lie
liked his SON to be IN the best set IN
town; he cheerfully paid entrances
and subscriptions to various clubs,
the names of which were certainly UNI
familiar to him, but which Julian as
sured him were "neccssarles" even for
n Bishops infant. A rich and honor
able alliance for Julian began to be a
very definite object in the episcopal
eye, and consequently he highly APP
proved Of Julian's country house
visits; his CHEEKY letters, containing
catalogues of the nOtabilities with
whom he had danced, or shot, or
PLAYED charades, were balm to his
soul; and at breakfast, over an &C,
count of the previous evenings dinner
and dance, the sacerdotal spirits sen
sible revived. Nominally, Julian
was going to the bar and duly ate
dinner, or, rather sulked IN dignltied
silence at the Middle Temple o'clock
mess in full evening dress, and re
fused the protfered joint on the
ground that he never ate boiled NUT
TON in the afternoon. Naturally
enough this statement lrritated his
poor brethren, especially us 1t was
Julian's wont to bolt to the Orleans
for dinner the moment grace was
said.
Bearing these facts in mind, 1t viii
be understood that the Bishop was
rather hurt when it came to his ears
that hls son had been frequently seer
ut Mrs. Gideon Blewsbv's small and
carllcs" in Cockerton Crescent, Bays
water, and subsequently been observed
at st. James Hall on Monday even
ings, apparently enwrapped in the
strains of Sophor quartet, IN com
pany with a pretty little girl known
to all Bayswater us Kitty Blewsby
When finally Miss Crabbie told hin
that the pair had been noticed shop
ping at Whiteley's he could stand ii NJ
longer.
ut won't do, my boy" said tn,
Bishop. "Shc may be all you say
probably is; but then you know Blews
by is n solicitor attorneys we used to
call them-and Dissenter and
don't like il; besides the Crabbies talE
about IT so,
"Mv dear father" said Julian some
what holly, Miss Crabbie is mem
Der of the Browning society, and al
Esotcric Buddhist, aud all the rest o.
1t; bat she is a frowsy old gossip fol
all that, and Miss Blewsby is a charm
ing natural girl, and worth fifty o.
Cabbie, and -"
The Bishop looked aghast.
Besides, you know, going to Tho
Bar one must make friends with sol
icitors. and her father has lots of work
to give fellow"
Even the professional plea didn't
soften the Bishop; and he wrinklec
his brow and his apron-both usually
smooth AS he said indignantly. tax
ing his bedroom candle. "Prepos
ferrous! perfectly monstrousl In
ashamed of you"
Why Julian rushed upstairs after
his father had retired, put on fresl
tie, and dashed into a hanson, | don
quite know; but in a quarter of al
hour he was laughing with Kit,
Blewsby. Dear little Kitty-ridnte
maidenlv and bewitching-looked III
with frank delight i'll her lovers eye'
(fur If course it is no secret now tina
they trsre lovers at this..timeN, and flush
ed ms she listened to Jullan's some
what irrervrent account of his recen
interview.
"You do believe me, kitty?" h,
Il \,
said nothing. but she certainly dauceC
with him And all Cockerton Ores
cent chuckled over il; young person
in book muslin ana pink sash sans
20, that We Two, Were Maying,n witt
evident meaning, between the polkas
and Julian sat next to Kitty at tn
sit down supper, and pulled cracker:
with her, and carved a game-pie
there was no .fReSse about Cockertor
Crescent, | assure you.
Miss ESoteric Buddhist Crabbie toll,
the Bishop all about it, and there i
no doubt the Blight Rev. Evertun an,
Tauphie was Gerry cross. There wa
n stormy interview; so far the para
graphs that appeared in the week.,
journals were quite accurate. But /
Is quite false (as am introduced) t
say that Julian literally cut the epis
copal apron strings with carvin.
knife. Still, i admit the interview
and also am bound 10 acknowledg,
its stormy character.
The succeeding week was a fierc,
one for everybod concerned. TIL,
Bishop roundly stately three rector
and dean, and sacked curate VIII,
had presumed to adopt a sou'-sou'
western position during the cellec
ton; Julian had bad week at San
DOM, naturally enough, for ne onl,
backed horses whose names begal
with X; Miss Crabbie read paper OF
Historic Feminine Sinners, befor
the Netting Hill Debating Society
and Kitty cried These events ar
now matters of history.
The subject came up again, an,
this time the Bishop was volcanic
" Marry herl dare to dream of marry
ing her, and you may go and pla,
lawn tennis with Tom Hughes, in
New Rugby, fora summer, and starv,
for the rest of your life. l won't sen,
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