The Mineral argus., 1884-05-08

once suggested. than face 2 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! L
am bound as a good churchman to earn
estlv protest against it; and, what is
more. as a man. as a father" (here the
Bishops voice p%erceptibly faltered), Il
have a serious word to say" Kitty
clasped her hands tightly and was silent
in ar instant. Il was wrong; L have
stood between YOU two; II regret 1t.
Only tell me that it is not too late to
prevent you taking this fearful step.
No; do not speak; you will do me a
great favor if Won wipe away q stain
that-now do listen" kitty hadn't
said a word. she was frightened please
90 home at once, aud promise me to
take off those infer-infamous things,
promise Won will not go to where L
greive to learn some of your compan-
ions have already gone and on my honor
you shall marry my boy if you like. L
swear-I mean / affirm it; and in his
| excitement the Bishoptook both Kitty's
hands and looked earnestly in her face.
But l vowed / would go tonight,
and everything is ready for me; and you
startle me SO. Do you really mean
this ?" she added. somewhat pleadingly
and timidly.
" l pledge you my word | am in ear
nest"
"It's too good of you-too good. Yes,
I'll 90 home" And then, for some I'M
heard-of reason, Kitty cried again, and
the Bishop felt very awkward-so much
so that as they were passing his corner
he chucked the check string with a jerk
that almost pulled the coachmani inside.
and threw the horses on their launches.
Goodnight" he said as he stepped
out 1--WE have made each to each II
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 i~ll-starred old
gentleman. As he came into the hall
and passed by the fatal pillar-boX he saw
Julian stealing down stairs in a monks
robe, his feet in sandals, his waist grit
with a rope, a cowl drawn closely round
his handsome face, and a bedroom can
die in his hand. In a moment father
and son were face to face.
"What, you, tOor' cried the bishop.
80 Julian, this is too muchl l have
saved her; 1 may yet be in time to res
cue you. Julian You shall marry her?'
And then in a hurried fashion he poured
out his story ending with: "And, now
that l have promised, tell me to what
vile seclusion the poor girl was going,
and where you were about to bury
yourself and break my old heart"
Julian's eyes had danced with JOY as
he listened, but he looked grave as he
answered: Il cannot tell you how l
thank you. father; but don't let us have
any more secrets. There was no thought
of vile seclusion nor of burials; she was
going to take part in Lady Fanciful's
tableaus vivants tonight, and l confess
so was L. We were both in the same
picture, designed by Sir Rose Nader,
you know; and now l shall have to try
and get an understudy for her,
or cut out the nun altogether,
which will spoil the tableau. But, ia
ther, she is such a dear, lovable girl,
and indeed l meant to work for her and
win her, and this was a pure accident.
We only met at rehearsal a. week ago,
and made it up. The fact is, l had
quarreled with her because she never
answered a most important letter
that
Don't say any more, my boy" said
the Bishop, sadly; ''go to Lady Fan
ciful's. There has been "a mistake
somewhere. I'm glad it is all right.
Goodnight; julian and then he
kissed his son and went into the study.
That's all 1 know about it, and / must
say that certain journals have cruelty
distorted the true facts of the case.