Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1884-06-12

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But the Apostate was very quiet indeed
TINS ume-meekly seemed 10 acqniesce il
ms fathers views; and then, TO the Bisnop'
bewildermeni. threw over all engagements
refused all invitations, and settled down 50
berly and discreetly to work in Mr.. Meesor
Welbys chambers, with whom he was read
ing Home to dinner punetually ever,
evening; talked little politics or sensa
tional trial with the old gentleman; but af
ter his coffee promptly be,ook himself tc
his Storey his TAYLOR his Broom, anc
his first brand-new copy of the Reports
Julian meant TO be a barrister. and oddl,
enough. evidently meant to learn law be
fore, instead Of subsequent to. his being
called. which shows wha, very oriyina
young man he was.
It was perplexing. Julian. the Apostate
had recanied his social heresy so thorough.
ly that the Bishop was suspicious. The
man worked. no doubt of it, and would
have nothing to say to the cloud o
white cards that settled all over the miro,
in his study like flock of butterflies. He
was seemingly happy; and the whole thing
was perfectly amazing.
4 grleve TO say that his lordship became q
kind Of amateur detective. He watched
every letter that arrived he called on
Meeson Welby, and found that his son was
his most punctual and most industrious pu-
pill.
[ 4 assure you, my Lord Bishop said tha,
distinguished advocate. he knows a vas,
deal Of practical law. and ha. the makings
I Of very excellent devil. The expression
was startling, but very gratifying when prop
\ erly explained. Still. there the matter was:
Julian the Merry had become Julian the
Mysterious. and there was no cew TO il all.
One memorable evening the Bishop. hav-
ing finished the sketch of a charge Il mean,
OF course, such charge as would be pro-
duced by Bishop Butler no, Mrs. Bu,ler),
sat IN bis study brooding over it all. He
was doing bis best for his boy,' he kept re-
peating to himself but his spiritual wrest-
lings we're disturbed some way, and between
HIM and the fire there came at moments a
glimpse Of certain wis,ful 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 lordship's musings were interrupted by
the sound Of his sons quick step on the
stairs, and then his voice
All right. Pollard. I'm lust running out
to post letter Ill be back to dress in FIVE
minutes
You can pos, it mere, Master Julian said
the voice OF the old retainer, the Bishops
butler; I'm taking his lordship's letters
presently.
Quite sure i will 20 all right. Pollard
Very well, then There was metallic Hap
ss the letter was dropped into the big OAK
p!ilar-box that stood in the hall. and then
Julian ran back 10 his study
4 letter To whom VII, wish to pos,
1 HIMSELF And then fear some little de-
mon had the audacity to whisper il Tie
Bishops ear, for that good man va, i!,-
auieted, and rose from hi, chair The room.
seemed hot 50 he opened the door I'LL,
hail looked COOL 50 hc walked into H. There
was no one there. Like Eugene Aram hc
;ncs three hasty strides. ana then stopped
opposite The oak lettcr-boN. Of which he aud
Pollard had duplicate kew.
After ALL there can be no harm III iu,t
seeing TO whom be il writing II might BE-
some vile money lender: and besides add
ed the Bishop to himself i ma, possibly
have misdiTected some cf my letter Sui
he paused. and the little demon kept wh,-
pering Take it out take It out . Final
y, with quick beating heart, the Bishop
opened thp box. Was thata noi.. No.
only the parrot. i Hate parrots, he thought.
as he peeped in. Yes. there 1t was. right
on the top Of the pile, addressed in Julsn's +.
o,s good nItured sort Of a scrawl. Feeling
but still urging on his conscience that be
was doing il for the best the Bishop put
the letter IN his pocket, slammed the door
OF the box, and retreatcd with his prize 10
his study, Just IN time 10 hear Pollard pant
ing up from the regions below to send the
post Off Would that old seryitor discover
the loss Should he rush out and restore
il? No, be would BE- firm i was for the
best
The letter was addressed to
Mss kiny Biersbg,
2lih fockerton Crescent
Baysrate
Corr. spending with her secretly Mon
strou. It must b. stopped At once. HIS
fingers played with the envelope a. he held
il up between him and the fire. No, no.
cant do that wouldn't be honest said the
Bishop sternly and having comfortrd him
self with the reflection. he locked up the
lrtic- IN his drawer, and then the dressing
he'll rang.
Julian vas yery pleasant and bright that
d., ht dinner. He told his father old Ok
ford stories. insisted on pedging him in the
cd ~, aud shen tie ran of to read hr
never went To the theatre now b. dropped
into tie lrasing-ruom and ran his finger,
light, over the KEYS Of the ErarI. he
Bishop heard the music he ,at, hroodlng
ana melancholy and Ienlorseful. IN the room
u, Iuw for Al! that he hardened his heart
.!k- Pharaoh. and would not lei the letter
20, because ~ was for the best'--a bit of
lesuitlcal casuIstry that he nevertheless de
uved bu, small oomfor, from. II required
much more Pharaoh-like fintiness to endure
Julian's first snXious. and then disappointed,
face when the early post next morning, and
several successive posts for the next two
DAYS. failed TO bring him something he evil
denty looked for. The inquiry: Anything
for me, father ? and the invariable answer
Nothing, Julian became little tragedy, III
which the Bishop felt he was cast for first
murderer. and lie was by no means easy ~
The part.
The piano was never opened nov. a..a
Julian stuck TO his work quietly and pluck
.ly. At last he was dolly called and won
The tlOn prize gwen b, his Inn for an c7-
say upon Probate and divorce as practiced
by the Earl, Aryan Races, He never
sacsened work for moment, but went ~
court every day, and still preser' ed the same
quiet mysterious manner tha, so bat'led
and worried the Bishop. His fun seemed
to have all eyaporated, and in is place lie
had purpose. His father had a bad time
of it-passed sleepless nights. and even
went so Gar as to read the ESSAY on Probate
aud Divorce. Once he suggested in play
ful fashion to Julian that now that he was
on the high-road TO the WooIsack it was
time for him To lOoh about and settle !; but
he only elected rather solemn Don't let's
talk of that subject, father and felt
snubbed
1t was clear to the Bishop that he had
succeeded in alternating Julan's affection for
Kitty; but he certainly never meant TO
make confirmed misogynist and bigoted
bachelor of him, and this was seemingly
what had happened 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 strolling home after attending
the great conference that met to discuss the
long-vexed question concerning Archidiaco-
nal Functions. He had once been an arch
deacon himself, and he sympathzed with the
A. of he Narx