The Mineral argus., 1884-05-08

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est, said the Bishop sternly and having
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. insisting on pledging
him in the old Al. and when he ran off
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 melan-
choly and remorseful, in the room be-
low for all that he hardened his heart
like Pharaoh. and would not let the let
ter go, because 1T was for the best"-a
bit Of Jesuitical casuistry that he never
theless derived but small comfort from.
1t required much more Pharaoh
like hintness to endure
Julian's first anxious, and
then disappointed, face when the early
post next morning, and several success
sive posts for the next two days, failed
to bring him something he actually
looked for. The inquiry: Anything
for me father" Nothing, Julian, :"
became a little tragedy, in which the
bishop felt he was cast for first muir
derer," and was by no means easy in
the part.
The piano was never opened now, and
Julian stuck to lis work quietly md
pluckily. At last he was duly called
and won the Gl00 prize given by his
Inn for an essay upon probate and
Divorce as Practiced by the Early Aryan
Races He never slackened work for
a moment, but went to court every day,
and still preserved the same quiet man
ner that so bafied and worried the bish-
OPP. His fun seemed to have all evapor-
ated, and in its place he had a purpose.
His father had a bad time of it-passed
~sleepless nights, and even went so far as
to read the essay on Probate and Di-
vorce." Once he suggested in playful
fashion to Julian that NOW that he was
on the high road to the Woolsack, it was
time for him to look about and settle; )"
but he only elected a rather solemn
"Dont let's talk Of that subject, father, %
and felt snabbed.
1t was clear to the Bishop that he
had succeeded in alternating Julian's af-
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meant to make a confirmed misogynist
and a bigoted bachelor of him, and this
was seemingly what had happened, for
dancing Belgravia knew him 40 more.
"It was precisely at 40 ON the even
ing 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 con-
corning Archidiaconal Functions. He
had once been an arch deacon himself,
and he sympathiZed with the rather
vague position of the Very Reverends,
and he was really rather pleased with
the resolution he had proposed making
CATERS and broad brims obligatory on
them as a class, although dear old Saw
dust and Bran IA 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 preoccupied AM that even
ing. Passing up that pleasant little
segment of a circle that is called Dean
street, the Bishop noticed a carriage
whisking rapidly westward. A glance
as the lights flashed by showed him a
glimpse of a pale, sad young face, with
a square line of stiff white linen cutting
across the brow, round which fell the
folds of a nuns veil; the dress was that
of a r~eligieuse of some order.
The Bishop was thunderstruck. 1t
was Kitty Blewsby, poor little Kitty,
and in that dressl The thought flashed
quick upon him, of course she was 60
ing to q convent-immuring her young
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her love and all Julian's hopes in the
dread VOWS, sacrificed in one of those
mysterious Anglican sisterhoods against
which he had so often inveighed, re-
nouncing-
IL renounce the devil and all his
works! I" exclaimed the Right Rev. Lord
of Everton and Tauphie, i~nterrupting
his own thoughts and then, to tile as
constituent of Sam Snapper, who was
passing at the time land who, l firmly
believe wrote all the stupid paragraphs
about it,, the Bishop dashed after the
retreating carriage, with apron flying,
mud scattering and small boys cheer
ing him. John Gilpin's ride was a
crawling Lord Mayors Show compared
to the episcopal hundred yards, quite
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He didn't care. What were c%onVenan-
ces beside conscience and converts
Away he went toward Park Corner and
by dint of most undignitied shoutings
succeeded in stopping the carriage just
as it reached the big bronze warrior
who now shelters himself in sculptured
sulkiness under four trees opposite st.
Georges Hospital.
1t was a Bishops charge with a ven
geance!
You, my Lord Bishop" cried out
the little white nun, shrinking back a: