River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1884-04-24
THE BISHOPS SIN.
From the London World.

/ ENertOu anu Iaup pine Was very Droau
churchman. Had he not boldly OPP
posed the Tractarian movement in his
Oxford days? Did he not recently ex-
tend the episcopal egis 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-
OPP 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 / ana
not in a position to contradict the ru-
NOR that the bishop has been known to
cut into a rubber for silver threepen-
MES" and in the shadow of 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 50 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 we're
''necessaries" even for bishops infant.
A rich and honorable alliance for Julian
began to be a very definite object in the
episcopal eve, 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, wer = balm to his soul and at
breakfast, oveS an account of the pre-
vious evenings dinner and dance, the
sacredOtal spirits sensibly revived.
Nominallv, Julian was going to the bar,
and duly ate dinners, or, rather, sulked
in dignified silence at the Middle Temple
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-
rem, especially as it was Julian's wont
to bolt 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
In1 hoor, fua1z1o,,4l,- or
Gideon Blewsby's "small and earlies" 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 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-
op one day. She may be all YOU say
probably is; but then you know Blews-
by is solicitor-attoTneys we used to
call them and Dissenter, and / dom
like it; besides the Crabbies talk about
it so.
my dear father" said Julian some
what holly, Miss Crabbie is a member
of the Browning society, and an Esoter-
ic Buddhist, and all the rest of it but
she is a frowsy old gossip for all that,
and Miss Blewsbv is acharming 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 he said Indignantly. talzing Z
his bedroom candle, "Preposterous per-
| fectly monstrous I'm ashamed of your
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 a quarter of an hour he
was laughing with Kitty Blewsby, Dear
little Kitty-riante, maidenly and be-
witching looked mp with frank delight
in her lovers eyes flor of course it is no
secret now that they were lovers at this
| time), and flushed as she listened to Ju-
lan's somewhat irreverent account of
his recent interview.
You do believe me, Kitty?" he
pleaded; and she looked grave and said
nothing, but she certainly danced with
him. And all Cockerton Crescent
chuckled over it; Young person in
book muslin and a pink sash sang 90,
| that We Two Were Maylng," with evil
dent meaning, between the polllas and
| Julian sat next to Kitty at the sit-down
supper, and pulled crackers with her,
and carved a game-pie; there was no
| finesse about COckerton Crescent, | as
| sure Won.
Miss Esoteric Buddhist Crabbie told
! the Bishop all about it. and there IS no
| doubt the Right Rev Everton and Tau
phie was very cross. There was a
stormy interview; so far the paragraphs
that appeared in the weekly journals
| were quite accurate. But it is quite
| false (as | am instructed to say that
Julian literally cut the episcopal apron
| strings with a carving knife. Still, I
admit the interview. and / also am
| bound to acknowledge its stormy char
| acter.
| The succeeding week was q fierce one
for everybody concerned The Bishop
roundly slated three rectors and dean,
and sacked a curdte who had presumed
| to adopt a sou sou western position
| during the collection; Julian had a bad
week at Sandown. naturally enough,
| for he only backed horses whose names
began with X: Miss Crabbie read a
paper on Historic Feminine Sinners, p"
| before the Netting Hill Debating Soci-
ETY., and Kitty cried. These events are
now matters of history.
The subject came up again, and tn S
time the Bishop was volcanic. Marry
her, dare to dream of marrying her, and
you may go and play lawn-tennis with
Tom Hughes, in New Rugby, for a
summer, and starye for the rest of your
life. ! won't send you TO the bar; I'll
stop your allowance; III cry down your
credit-O, Julian you-you-Apos
tate"
1t was the only word the Bishop could
| think of ut the moment and it fitted re-
markedly we'll
But the Apostate was very quiet in
1 deed, this time -meekly seemed to ac-
| quiesce in his fathers views; and then,
| to the Bishops hewildcrment, threw
! over all engagements, refused allinvita-
| tious. and settled down soberly and dis
| creetly to work in Mr.. MeeSon Wclhv's
/ chambers, with whom he was reading.
/ Home to dinner punetuallv every even
| ing; talked little politics or a sensation