The Mineral argus., 1884-05-08
TIE BISHOPS SIX.
from the London World

account of the whole matter.
As everybody knows, the Right Rev.
Everton and Tauphie was a very broad
churchman. Had he not boldly OPP
posed the Tractarian movement in his
Oxford DAYS? Did he not recently ex-
tend the episcopal pgis to major the
City-Road Devil Dodger, when that
converted reprobate pitched his tent
within the very shadow of the palace,
and preached eternal damnation in the
choicest of cockney? Indeed, the bish-
op had been known TO smile on Mr..
Spurgeon and beam ~benevolently upon
metropolitan Noodles and suburban
Sankies. The curate of his diocese
were not interdicted from cricket nor
his rectors from lawn-tennis; and | am
not IN a position to contradict the ru-
MOI that the bishop has been known to
cut into a rubber for "%silver threepen-
MES. " and IN the shadow of a stage-boX
once saw Mr.. Irving play Shylock.
Indeed, when Julian, his only son, was
at Elton, his father rejoiced more at his
winning the public school rackets than
in his carrying off the Prince Consort's
prize for foreign languages; and when
up at Oriel he found his way into the
eight the Bishops JOY was so great as
to be at moments positively undignified.
He 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 unfamiliar to
him, but which Julian assured him were
''necessaries" even for a bishops infant.
A rich and honorable alliance for Julian
began to be a very definite object in the
episcopal eye, and consequently he
highly approved of Julians country
house visits; his CHEEKY letters, contain
ing catalogues of the notabilities with
whom he had danced, or shot, or played
charades, were balm to his soul; and at
breakfast, over an account of the pre-
vious evenings dinner and dance, the
sacredotal spirits sensibly revived.
Nominally, Julian was going to the bar,
and duly ate dinners, or, rather, sulked
in digniied silence at the Middle Temple
6 o'clock mess in full evening dress,
and refused the proffered joint on the
ground that he never ate boiled mutton
in the afternoon. Naturally enough
this statement irritated his poor breth-
ren, especially as it was Julian's wont
to holt to the Orleans for dinner the
moment grace was said.
Bearing these facts in mind, it will be
understood that the Bishop was rather
hurt when it came to his ears that his
son had been frequently seen at Mrs.
Gideon Blewsby's small and e~arlies" in
Cockerton Crescent, Bayswater, and had
subsequently been observed at st.
James Hall on Monday evenings, APP
parently enwrapped in the strains of a
Spohr quartet, in company with q pretty
little girl known to all Bayswater as
Kitty Blewsby. When finally Miss
Crabbie told him that the pair had been
noticed shopping at Whiteley's he could
stand it no longer.
at won't do, my boy" said the Bish-
OPP one day. "She may be all you say
probably is; but then You know Blews-
by is n solicitor-attorneys we used to
call them-and a Dissenter, and l don't
like it besides the Crabbies talk about
it so"
"My dear father" said Julian some
what hotly, Miss Crabbie is a member
of the Browning society, and al Esoter-
ic Buddhist, and all the rest of it; but
she is a frowsy old gossip for all that,
and Miss Blewsby is charming natural
girl, and worth fifty of Crabbie, and"
The Bishop looked aghast.
Besides, You know, going to the bar
one must make friends with solicitors,
and her father has lots of work to give
a fellow"
Even the professional plea didn't
soften the Bishop; and he wrinkled his
brow and his apron-both usually
smooth-as lie said Indignantly, taking
his bedroom candle, "Preposterous ! per-
fectly monstrous I'm ashamed of you :"
Why Julian rushed upstairs after bis
father had retired, put ON a fresh tie,
and dashed into a hanson, | don't quite
know; but in n quarter of an hour he
was laughing with Kitty Blewsby, Dear
little Kitty-riante, maidenly and be-
witching-looked up with frank delight
in her lovers eyes for of course it is no
secret now that they were lovers at this
time, and flushed as she listened to Jul
lian's somewhat |irreverent account of
his recent interview.
"You do believe me-, Kitty? ?" he
pleaded aud she looked grave and said
nothing, but she certainly danced with
hun. And all CockertOn Crescent
chuekled over it; a young person in
book muslin and a pink sash sGng 90,
that We Two Were MayIng," with evil
dent meaning. between the polkas: and