Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1884-04-05

auu retreateu with MS prize to his study, lust IN
time to hear Pollard painting up from the re-
glOns below to send the post off Would that
old servitor discover the loss? Should he rush
out and restore it7 No, he would be firm; it
was for the best"
The letter was addressed to
Mss Kitty Ble,osIy,
PA d Cockerton Crescent.
Corresponding with her secretly. Monstrous!
IT must be stopped at once. His fingers played
with the envelope as he held it up between Tim
and the fire. NO. no. can't do that; wouldn't
be honest" said the Bishop, sterny. and hav-
ing cOmforted himself with the reflection he
locked up the letter in his drawer, and then the
dressing bell rang.
Julian was very pleasant and bright that day
at dinner. He told his father old Oxford stories.
insisted on pledgng him in the Old A.. and " hen
he ran of to read Che never went to the theater
now he dropped into the drawing room and
ran his fingers lightly over the keys of the
Erard. The Bishop heard the music as he sat
brooding and melancholy and remorseful in
the room below; for all that he hardened his
heart like PharoAh, and would not let the letter
go. because III was for the best'-a bit of iesu-
sticai casuistry that he nevertheless derived but
small comfort from. 1t required much more
Pharoah-iike flintness to endure Juliau's first
anxious, and then disappointed. face when the
early post next morning. and several successive
posts Tor the next two days failed to bring him
sOmethiI.- he evidently looked for The ino1ry:
answer Nothing. Julian" became a little
tragedy in which the Bishop felt he was cast
for first murderer" and he was by no means
easy in the part.
The piano was never opened now, and Julian
stuck TO his work, quietly and pluckiy At
last he was duly 'called," and won the f1OO
prize given by his Inn for an ESSAY upon
Probate and Divorce as practices by the Early
Aryan Races" He never slackened work for a
moment, but went to court every day, and still
that so batfled and worried the Bshop His fun
seemed to have al! evaporated and in its place
he had purpose. His father had bad time of
t-pasSed sleepless nights. and even went so
lar as TO read the essay on Probate and Divorce
once he suggested in playful fashion to Julian
that now that he was on the high-road to the
Wooisach it was time for him to look about and
Settle but he only elected rather solemn,
Don't let stalk ofthat subject, father, and felt
snubbed
1t was clear to the Bishop that he had sue
ceeded In alternating Julian's affection for Kitty;
but he certainly never meant to make con-
nrned misogynist and a bigOted bachelor of
him, and this was seemingly what had hap
pened for dancing Belgravia knew him no more
1t was precisely at 9:45 on the evening that
has been so much talked of that the Bishop was
strolng home after attending the great confer
ence that met to discuss the long-veXed cues
ton concerning Archidiaconal Functions. He
mad once been an archdeacOn himself, and he
sNHl .euiLcu Will tle TdtileT vague position OF
the Very Rcverends, and he was really rather
pleased with the resolution he had proposed
making CATERS and broad brms obligatory on
them as a class. although dear old Sawdust and
Bran Ga brother Bishop had so stoutly opposed
it. on the ground that it would lead to aprons
1t Is right to mention this, as it accounts for
the Bishops preoccuped manner that evening.
Passing up that pleasant little segment of
circle that is called Dean-st., the Bishop no.
ticed carriage whisking rapidly westward
4 frln hal i.rI,t.
glimpse OF pale sad young face. with a square
line OF stiff white linen cutting across the brow
round which fell the black folds of nuns veil:
the dress was that of religieuse Of some order
The Bishop was thunderstruck. 1t was Kitty
Blewsby, poor little Kitty, and in that dress
The thought flashed quick upon him, Of course
she was going to cOnyent-immuring her
young life within the fatal walls. sinking all her
love and all Juiian's hopes in the dread vows,
sacrificed in one of those mysterious Anglican
sisterhOods against which he had so often in
Weighed. renOuncing-
81 renounce the devil and all his works." ex
Claimed the Right Reverend Lord of Everton
and Tauphie, interrupting his own thoughts:
and then. to the establishment of Sam Snapper
who was passing at the time (and who, l firmly
believe. wrote all the stupid paragraphs about
it,. the Bishop dashed after the retreating car
rlage. with apron flying, mud SCATTERING and
small boys cheering hun John Gilpiu's ride
was crawling Lord Mayors show compared to
the episcopal hundred yards. quite the best
(ecclesiaSticaD on record He didn't care What
vents? Away he went toward Park Corner and
Dy amt OF most undi9nifed shOutings succeeded
In stopping the carriage Just as it reached the
big brOnZe warrior who now shelters himself in
scuptured sulkiness under four trees oprosjta
st. Georges hospital.
1t was Bishops charge with vengeance!
"lOm my Lord Bishop" 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 Inter
view.
Let me in, my dear Miss Blewsby: must
talk to you and at once" and as he got in he
painted out Home" to the astonshed coach
man, who had never seen Bishop in hurry
before.
What does this all m6an7"
20, I'm SO sorry" sobbed Sister Kitty. wiping
her eyes with her veil. IL never Thought Won
would lind it out. and of course it was very
wrong; but, you see, they made me promise,
and there are many other girls 1 know there
and what could do! l loved him so!"
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 himself
and said: Miss Blewsby listen to me. meyer
thought 1t would come to this. I never antici.
pated such terrible catastrophe That dress,
that veil. am bound as good Churchman To
earnestly protest against it: and what is more.
as a man a. a father (here the Bishops voice
perceptibly faitered), II have few serions
words to say" Kitty clasped her hands tightly
and was silent in an instant II was wronr
have stood between you two; II regret r.
only feline that il is not too late to prey ent Won
taking this fearful step. No. don't sneak: Won
VIII DO me great favor ifyou wipe away stain
that-noW do listen" kitty hadn't said word.
she was 1rghtenedl. please go home at once
and prone Inc to take off those infer-infamons
Things, promise you will not go to where |
srieve 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
NJ: and In his excitement the Bishop took both
Nifty hands and looked earnestly into her face |
But vowed would go tonight. and eyery- |
thing Is ready for me; and you startle me so. |
DO you really mean this Z" she added somewhat
pleadingiy and timly
pledge you my word am in earnest"
Its too good Of you-too good Yes. IN 90 !
nome" And then, for some unheard-of reason. !
Kitty cried again, and the Bishop felt very awk |
ward-so much so that as they were passing his |
corner he chucked the check-strinp with a ierL
that almost pulled the coachman inside and
threw the horses on their launches
GOOD night" he said as he stepped out
I'VE have made each to each promise Keen
yours, and Julian shall come and see YOU to-
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-starred old gentleman. AZ
he came into the hall and passed by the fatal
pilar-boX he saw Julian stealing down stairs in
a monks rohp hjG feet I'm