The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-05-02

Z " q IsSs WAY AAlSu Ia
deed, this time-meekly seemed to 40
quiesce in his fathers views; and then.
to the Bishops bewilderment, threw
over all engagements, refused al inyita-
lions, and settled down soberly and dis
.creetly to work in Mr.. Meeson Welby's
chambers, with whom he was reading.
Home to dinner punctually every even
ing; talked little politics or n sensation
al trial with the old gentleman; but Of
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
barrister, 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 heresay so
thoroughly that the Bishop was sus-
piciotls. The man worked, no doubt Of
il, and would have nothing to say to the
cloud of white cards chat settled al over
the mirror in his study like a flock of
butterflies. He was seemingly happy;
and the whole thing was perfectly
amazing.
grieye to say that his lordship be-
came al amateur detective; he watched
every letter that arrived; he called on
Meeson Welbs, and found that his son
was his most punctual and most indus
trious pupil.
assure you, my Lord Bishop said
that distinguished advocate, She knows
q vast deal of practical law, and has the
making OF a very excellent devil in
him." The expression was startling but
very gratifying whenproperly explained.
Stll. there the matter wa Julian the
merry had become Julian the mysteri-
Gus, and there was no clue to it all.
One memorable evening the bishop
having finished the sketch Of q charge
q MEM, of course, such d charge as
would DO produced by Bishop Butler.
not Mrs. Butler'1, sat in his study brood
ing over tall. He was doing his best for
his boy = he kept repeating to himself;
but his spiritual wrestlings were dis
turbed some way. and between him and
the fire there came attilnes aglimpse of n
certain wistful little face lie had once
seen with Julian in the park, and aplo-
tograph of which said little face hung
framed in old gold plush beside Julian's
bed. His lordship's musings were in
terrupted by the sound of his sons
quick step on the stairs, and then his
voice.
IAN right, Pollard. Tn just running
ont to post q letter; Hllbe back to dress
in five minutes"
You can post there, Master Julian, !"
said the voice of the old retainer, the
bishops butler Z I'm taking his lord
ships letters presently
quite sure It will go all riget, Pol
lard? Very well. then" There was a
metallic flap as the letter was dropped.
into the oak pillar-box that stood in the
hall, and then Julian ran back to his
study.
A letter! To whom? Why wish to
post it himself? And then 1 fear some
little demon had the audacity to whis-
per in tn Bishops ear, for that good.
man wa disquieted, and rose from his.
chair. The room seemed hot, 30 lie
opened tha door. The hall looked.
cool. so he walked into it. There was
no n 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.
After all, there can be know harm
IN Just seeing to whom he is writing; it
might be some vile money-lender; and,
besides, added the Bishop to himself,
4 may possibly have misdirected some
of my W letters" Still he paused,
and thelittle demon l,ent vyhia,,ay;nn !.
Take it out! take it out!!n Finally,
with q quick beating heart, the Bishop
opened the box. Was hata noise? No,
only the parrot. Hate parrots" he
Thought, as he peeped in. Yes, there
it was, right on the top of the pile, adj
dressedin Julian's big good-natured sort
ofa scrawl. Feeling very like a fraudu-
lent bank secretary borrowing seeuri-
tics from the ssstrong room" but still
urging on his conscience that he was
dong it for the best" the Bishop put
the letter in his pocket, slammed the
door Of the box, and retreated with his
prize to his study, just in time to hear
Pollard painting up from the regions
below to send the post off. Would
that old s~erviter discover tho loss?
Sholld he rush ont and restore it No,
he wonldsbe firm it was for the best.
The letter was addressed to
Miss Kitty Blewsby,
214A Cocherton Crescent,
Bayswater,
Corresponding with her secretly!
Monstrousl Thrust be stopped at once.
Ills fingers played with the envelope as