Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1884-05-01

UcSd0JWlIu N, 1DS VI tsODIC t11u q
paper ON " Historic Feminine Sinners "
before the Netting Hill Debating So
Iciety .and Kitty cried. These event.
are now matters Of history.
The subject came up again, and this
time the Bishop was volcanic. Marry
her! dare to dream-of marrying her,
and you may 60 an play lawntennis
with Tom Hughes, in New Rugby. fol
q summer and starye for the rest o.
your life. / won't send YOU to the Bar
I'll stop your allowance; I'll cry down
your credit-O, Julian! you-you-
Apostate! ----
1t was the only word the Bishop
could think of at the moment and il
fitted remarkably we'll -es
But the Apostate was very quiet in
deed, this time -meekly seemed to az.
quiesce in his fathers views; and then.
to the Bishops bewilderment. threw
o, CIR all engagements, refused all invi
tations. and settled down soberly and
discreetly to work in Mr. Meeson, Wei.
by's chambers, with who n he was read.
ing. Home to dinner punctually every
evening talked a little politics or sensa-
tional trial with the old gentlem an, but
after his coffee promptly betook himself
to his Storey" his Taylor, >" his
Broom" and his first brand new copy
of the "Reports." Julian meant to be
barrister, and, oddly enough, evident
ly meant learn law before instead OF
subs quent to, his being called. which
shows what very original young man
he was. Ia-FlE'
1t was perplexing. Julian the Apos
tate had recanted his social here>y so
thoroughly that the Bishop was suspi-
cious- The man worked, no doubt OF
it, and would have nothing to say to the
cloud of white cards that settled all over
the mirror in his study like a flock oil
butterflies. He was seemingly happy:
aud the whole thing was perfectly
amazing.
L grieve to say that His Lordship be-
came q kind of amateur detective: he
watched every letter that arrived; he
cafled on Meeson Welby, and found
that his son was his most punctual and
most industrious pupil.
81 assure you. my Lord Bishop
said that distinguished adyoca e. ..he
knowSsa vast deal of practical law, and
has the makings Of a very excellent
devil in him." The expression was
startling but very gratifying when prop
erly explained. Still, there the matter
was. Julian the Merry had become Ju-
Ian the Mysterious, and there was no
clew to it all.
One memorable evening the Bishop,
having finished the sketch of a charge
q mean, of course, such a charge as
would be produced by Bishop Butler,
not Mrs. Butler), sat in his study brood
ing over it all. He was ''doing his best
for his boy" he kept repeating to him
self; but his spiritual wrestl ngs were
disturbed some way, and between him
and the fire there CAME at moments a
glimpse of certain wistful little face
he had once seen with Julian in the
park, and photograph of which said
little face hung framed in old-gold
plush beside Julian's bed. His Lord
ships musings were interrupted by the
sound of his sons quick step on the
stairs, ami then his voice. s'1.''.
"All right, Pollard. I'm just running
out to post letter; I'll be back to dress
in five minutes .'' H.
Z "You can post it here, Master Ju-
lian," said the voice of the old retainer,
the Bishops butler; 'I'm taking his
10 dship's letters presently" '.-.-
''Quite sure it will 60 all right, Pol
lard? Very well, then" There was a
flap as the letter was
dropped into the big oak pillar box that
stood n the hall, and then Julian ran
back to his study.
A letter! To whom? Why wish to
p ast it h mselfp And then 1 fear some
little demon had the audacity to whis-
per in the Bishops ear, for that good
man was disquietcd, and rose from his
chair. The room seemed hot. so he
opened the door. The hall looked cool.
so he walked into it. There was no one
there. Like Eugene Aram, he "took
three hasty strides, and then stopped
opposite the oak letter-box, of which he
and Pollard had duplicate keys. ~ = 4
AFTER all, tn re can be no harm in
just seeing to whom he is writing; it
might be some vile money-lender; and,
besides" added the Bishop to himself:
II may possibly have misdirected some
Of my own letters Still he paused,
and the little demon kept Whisper ing:
Take it out! take it out!' Finally,
With qnick-beating heart, the Bishop
opened the box. Was that a noisep No,
only the parrot. "Hate parrots" he
thought, as he peeped in. Yes, there it
was. right on the top of the pile, ad-
dressed in Julian's big. good-natured
sort of scrawl. Feeling very like
bank secretary borrowing
securities from the ''srong ROOM" but
till urging on his conscience that he
vas doing it for the best" the Bishop
,ut the letter in his pocket, slammed
he door of the box, and retreated with
lis prize to his study, just in time to
,ear Pollard painting up from the re-
yions below to send the post off. Would
hat old servitor< discover the loss?
Should he rush out and restore it? No,
re would be firm; it was '.for the
pest" am r. "a
The letter was addressed to i
I'd MISS kitty BLEwsBY,
2l4A Cockerton Crescent,
- - Bayswater.
, Corresponding, with her secretly
tonstrous! 1t must be stopped at once,
lis fingers PLAYED with the, envelope as |
lie held it up between him and the fire
No, no, can't do that; wouldn'f be 4
lonest, said the Bishop, sternly; and
laving comforteds himself with the re-
lection he locked mp the letter in his
Erawer, and then the dressing bell |