The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-05-02
= was clear to the Bishop that he

AEd succeeded IN alternating Julian's af-
fectaon for Kitty but he certainly never
meant to make q confirmed misogynist
and 3 bigoted bachelor of him, and this
was seemingly what had happened, for
dancing Belgrayiask knew him no more.
u was precisely at 9:45 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 yexed question con.
corning Archidiaconal Functions. He
had once been an arch deacon himself,
and he sympathized with the rather
vague position of the Very Reyerends,
and he was really rather pleased with
the resolution he had proposed making
CATERS and broad brims obligatory on
them as class, although dear old Saw
dust and Bran "a brother Bishop had
SO stoutly opposed it, on the ground
that it wouldlead toaprons. It is right
to mention this, as it accounts for the
Bishops preoccupied manner that even
ing. Passing up that pleasant little
segment of a circle that is called Dean
street. the Bishop noticed a carriage
whisking rapidly westward. A glance
as the lights flashed by showed him a
glimpse of a pale, sad young face, with
a square line of stiff white linen emitting
across the brow, round which fell the
folds of q nuns veil; the dress was that
o. a religieuse of some order.
The Bishop was thunderstruck. 1t
was Kitty Blewsby, poor little Kitty,
and iii that dress! The thought flashed
quick upon him, of course she was GO
ing to a Notwithstanding her young
life within the fatal walls, sinking all
her love and all Julian's hopes in the
dread VOWS, sacrificed in one of those
mysterious Anglican sisterhoods against
which he had so often inveighed, re-
nouncing-
:" the devil and all his
works!" exclaimed the Right Reg. Lord
of Everton and Tauphie, interrupting
his w thoughts; and then, to tie as
constituent of Sam Snapper. who was
passing at the time land who, L firmly
believe ,wrcte all the stupid paragraphs
about it1, the Bishop dashed after the
%retreating carriage, with apron flying,
mud SCATTERING and small boys cheer.
ing him. John Gilpin's ride was a
crawling Lord Mayors Show compared
to the episcopal hundred Yards, quite
the best enthusiastically on record.
He didn't care. What were c%onvenan-
ces beside conscience and converts /?
Away he went toward Park Corner and
by dint OF most undigniticl shoutings
succeeded i'll stopping the carriage just
as it reached the big bronze warrior
who now shelters himself in scnlptured
sulkiness under four trees opposite st.
Georges Hospital.
It was a Bishops charge with q ven
geance!
You, my Lord Bishop," cried out
the little white nun, shrinking back as
he pulled Mt the window; for she was
quite familiar With his appearance, al
though this was their first interview.
Let me in, my dear Miss Blewsby;
! musttalkt to you and at once" and as
he got in he painted out 'sHome!i" to tho
~astonished coachman, who had never
seen a Bishop in a hurry before.
"What does this all mean?"
20. I'm SO sorrym sobbed Sister Kit
ty, wiping her eyes with her veil. 81
thought you would find it out,
and of curse it was very wrong; but,
You see, they made me promise. and
there are other girls know there, and
what could ! do? I loved him SOP
Now the Bishop would have vastly
preferred to have been preached to
death by Wild curates Gas Sydney Smith
once suggested, than face a pretty girl
in tears. However, he was bound to go
through with it now so he nerved him
self and said Miss Blewsby, listen to
me. | never anticipated such a terrible
catastrophe. That dress! that veil! I
am bound Us q good churchman to earn
estly protest against it; and, what is
more, rs u man, as a father" (here the
Bishops voice ~perceptibly faltered), II
have a serious word to say Kitty
clasped her hands tightly and was silent
in an instant. II was wrong; I have
stood between You two; Il regret it.
Only tell me that it is not too late to
prevent you taking this fearful step.
Nc; do not speak; you will do me a
great favor if you wipe away a stain
that--now do listen" kitty hadn't
said word, she was frightened please
go home at once, and promise me to
take off those instantaneous things,
promise you will not go to where /
greiye to learn some OF your compan-
ions have already gone; aud on myhonor
you shall marry my boy if 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 II so. Do you really mean
this?' she added, somewhat pleadingly
and tipidly.
pledge you my word I am in ear
nest
It's too good of you--too good. Yes,
I'll go home" And then, for some I'M
heard-of reason. Kitty cried again. and
the Bishop felt very awkward-so much
80 that as they were passing his corner
he chucked the check string with a jerk
almost pulled the coachman inside.
and threw the horses on their launches.
Goodnight" he said as he stepped
out; eve have made each to each q
promise. Keep yours, and Julian shall
come and see you tomorrow" Then
he Left her, and walked home feeling
that he had exercised the little demon.
Another and still greater shock was,
however. in store for the ill-starrcd old
gentleman. As he came into the hall
and passedby the fatal pillar-oox he saw
Julian stealing down stairs in a monks
robe. his feet in sandals, his waist girt
with a rope, a cowl drawn closely round
his handsome face, and a bedroom cam
die i'll his hand. In n moment father
and son were face to face.
What, you, too!y cried the bishop.
Julian. this is too much! I have
saved her; / may yet be in time to res
you. Julian you shall marry herrs
And then ina hurried fashion he poured