St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1884-05-10

| George Hospital.
IC was Bishops charge with ven
geance!
s.You, my Lord Bishopn' cried out
the little white nun, shrinking back as
he pulled at the window; for she was
quite familiar with his appearance,
although this was their first interview.
''Let me in, my dear Miss B!ewsby;
l must talk to you and at once, ," and as
| he got in he painted out "Homem to
the aston shed coachman, who had never
seen Bishop in hurry before.
"What does all this mean?"
80, I'm SO sorry!" sobbed Sister
Kitty, wiping her eyes with her veil.
81 never thought you would find t out,
and of course it was very wrong; but
you see they made me promise, and
there are many other girls know
there, and what could l do? ! loved
him So"
Now the Bishop would have vastly
pre- erred to have been preached to death
by wild curates Gas Sydney Smith once
suggested), than face pretty girl in
tears. However, he was bound to &C
through with it now; so he nerYed him.
self and said: Miss Blewsby, listen to
me. | never thought it would come to
this. / never anticipated such terri
BILE catastrophe. That dress that veil
am bound as a good Churchman TO
earnestly protest against it, and,
what is more, as a man, as a faith
er," (here the Bishops voice pereepti-
bly, faltered), 81 have q serious word
to say Kitty clasped her hands
tightly and was silent in an instant. Il
was wrong; have stood between you
two; IL regret it. Only tell me it is
not too late to prevent You taking this
fearful step. No; do not speak; you
will do me a great favor if you wipe
away q stain that-now do listen.n
(Kitty hadn't said word, she was
frightened.) ''Please go home at once,
and promise me to take off those infer
infamous things, promise me you viii
not go to where [ grieve to learn some
of your companions have already gone;
and on my honor you shall marry my
boy ii you like. | swear-I mean |
affirm it, and in his excitement the
Bishop took both Kitty's hands and
looked earnestly in her face.
.'But | vowed / would go tonight,
and everything is ready for me; and you
startle me so. Do you really mean this?n
she added, somewhat pleadingIy and
timidly.
Il pledge you my word l am in earn
est. "
'.It's too good of you--too good. Yes.
I'll 60 home" And then, for some I'M
heard-of reason, Kitty cried again, and
the Bishop felt very awkward much
SO that as they were passing his corner
he chucked the check string with Jerk
that almost pulled the coachman in
side, and threw the horses on their
launches.
Goodnight" he said as he stepped
out; ''we have made each to each
promise. Keep yours, and Julian shall
come and see you tomorrow. Then he
lett her, and walked home feeling that
he had exercised the little demon.
Another and still greater shock was,
however, in store for the ill-starred old
gentleman. AS he came into the hall
and passed by the fatal pillar-box he
saw Julian stealing downstairs in a
waist girt with q rope, a eowl drawn
closely round his handsome face, and
bedroom candle in his hand. In q
moment father and son were face to
face.
"What, you, toor' cried the Bishop
so Julian, this is too much! have
saved her; may be yet in time to res
cue you. Julian, you shall marry hertz
And then in a hurried fashion he poured
out his story. ending with: ''And, now
that have promised, tell me to what
vile seclusion the poor girl was going.
and where you were about to bury Your
self and break my old heart. y
Julian eyes had danced with JOY as
he listened, but he looked grave as he
answered: ~ can not tell you how |
thank you, father; but don't let us have
any more secrets There was no
thought of vile secIusion nor of burials;
she was going to take part in Lady
Fanciful's tG6leaUc ViCGntS tonight,
and. confess. so was ]. We were both
in the same picture, designed by Sir
Rose Madder, you know; and now I
shall have 70 try and get an understudy
for her, or cut out the nun altogether,
which will spoil the tableau. But,
1hCneEs she Is sucn q ueaE, loVaDle girl,
and indeed meant to work for her and
winSher, and this was pure accident.
We only met at rehearsal week ago,
and made it up. The 6~;t is, had quar-
relied with her because she never an
swered most important letter that
Don't say any more, my boy said
the Bishop, sadly and slowly; '.go to
Lady Fanciful's. There has been "a
mistake somewhere. I'm glad it is all
right. Goodnight, Julian" and then
he kissed his son and went into the
study.
That's all know about it, and I