The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-04-25

roundly slated three rectOrS and a dean,
and sacked a curate who had presumed
10 adopt q sou'-sou'western position
during the collection: Julian had a bad
week at SandOwn, naturally enough,
for he ONLY backed horses whose names
began with K: Miss Crabbie read a
paper on Historic Feminine Sinners, "
before the Netting Hill Debating Socl-
etv. and Kitty cried. These events 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 go and play lawn-tennls with
Tom Hughes. in New Rugby, for a
summer. and starve for the rest Of Your
life. I won't send You to the bar: I'll
stop vour allowance; I'll cry down your
credit-O, Julian! you-you-APos-
tate"
1t was the only WORK The Bishop could
think of at the moment and II fitted re-
markablv well.
But the Apostate was very quiet IN
deed. this time-meekly seemed to ac-
o~uiesce in his fathers views; and then,
10 the Bishops ~bewilderment. threw
over all engagements, refused all invita-
tons. and settled down soberlv and dis
creetly to work in Mr.. MeesOn Welbys
! chambers. with whom he was reading.
Home to dinner punctually every even
ing: talked little politics or a sensation
al trial with the Old gentleman; but af-
ter his coffee promptly betook himself
to his Storey" his Taylor" his
Broom. - and his first brand-new COPY
OF the Reports" Julian meant to bea
harrister. and, oddly enough, evidently
meant to learn law before, IN
stead of subsequent TO, his being
called. which shows what a very original
Young man lie was.
1t was perplexing. Julian the Apos-
tate had recanted his social hsresay so
thoroughly that the Bishop was sus-
p~icious. The man worked, no doubt of
If. and would have nothing TO say to the
cloud of white cards that settled all over
the mirror in his study like q flock of
butterflies. He a seemingly happy;
and the whole thing was perfectly
amazing.
I grieye to say that his lordship be-
came an amateur detective; he watched
every letter that arrived; he called on
Meeson Welby, and found that his son
was his most punctual and most indus
trious pupil.
II assure YOU, my Lord Bishop, said
that distinguished advocate, she knows
a vast deal Of practical law, and has the
making of a very excellent devil in
him" The expression was startling but
very gratifying when properly explained.
Still, there the matter was Julian the
merry had become Julian the m~ysteri-
Gus, and there was no clue to it all.
One memorable evening the bishop
having finished the sketch Of a charge
Il mean, Of course, such a charge as
would be produced by Bishop Butler,
not Mrs. Butler, sat In his study brood.
ing over 4 all He was doing his best for
his Dor" he kept repeating to himself;
bat his spiritual Hrestlings were dis
turbed some way, and between him and
the fire there came attiIaes aglimpse of a
certain ~istffuII little face he had once
seen with Julian in the park, and apho-
togrsph Of which said little face hung
framed In old gold plush beside Julian's
lh4d- Ha= lesasAs;2 a
terrr-yted bY the sound Of his sons
quick step on the stairs. and then his
voice.
-AH right Pollard, I'm Just running
Ont 10 post 5 letter; I'll be back to dress
ia fire minutes"
4Tou can post ii here, Master Julian, ?
said tie voice Of the old retainer, the
Bishops butler. I'm taking his lord
ships Letters presently
quite sure il viii 90 all riget, Pol
EasdS Nery well, then" There was a
meSaIIic flap A. the letter was dropped
ITO the oak piiIar-box that stoodin the
h4lL and then Julian = back to his
sfmfy
Aic&tert TO whom? why wish III
post 1t hin1self2 And then / fear some
little demon had the audacity 10 ahis-
H~r ~ tho Bishops ear, for that good
ran WAS dis1uieted, and rose from his
cllhig. The room seemed hot, SO he
cpeued the door. The hail looked
cool, so lie walked into it. There was
no one there. Like Eugene Aram, he
took three hasty strides, and then
stopped opposite the oak letter-box. d
winch he and Pollard had duplicate
keys.
after all, there can be know harm
ia just seeing to whom lie is writing; il
might be some vile money-Iender and
besides. " added the Bishop to himself
II may possibly have misdirected som,
Of nv n letters Still be paused
and the little demon kept whispering
aIake it out take il outln Finally
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