Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1884-04-25

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| Julian you-you-Apostate.n
It was the only word the Bishop
could think of at the moment and it
fitted remarkably well.
But the Apostate was very quiet in
deed, this time-meekly seemed to ac-
| quiesce in his fathers view; and then,
to the Bishops bewilderment. threw
over all engagements, refused all IN
vitations, and settled down soberly
and discreetly to work in Mr.. Meeson
Welby's chambers. with whom he
was reading. Home to dinner
punctually every evening; talked lit
| tie politics ,or a sensational trial with
the old gentleman: but after his coffee
promptly betook himself to his
Storey" his Taylor" his Broom"
and his first brand-new copy of the
Reports" Julian meant to be bar
rrster, and, oddly enough, evidently
meant to learn law before, instead
of subsequent to, his being called,
which shows what very original
young man he was.
1t was perplexing2 Julian the
Apostate had recanted his social
heresy so thoroughly that the Bishop
was suspicious. The man worked, no
doubt of it, and would have nothing
to say to the cloud of white cards that
settled all over the mirror In his study
like a flock of butterflies. He was
seemingly happy and the whole
think was perfectly amazing.
grieve to say that His Lordship
became a 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 pupil.
Il assure you. my Lord Bishop,
said that distinguished advocate, The
knows a vast deal of practical law,
and has the makings of very excel
lent 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 Mysterious, and
there was no clew to it all.
One memorable evening the Bishop,
having finished the sketch of charge
| CT mean, of course, such charge as
would be produced by Bishop Butler,
not Mrs. Butler), sat in his study
brooding over it all He was doing
his best for his boy" he kept repeating
to himself; but his spiritual wrestlings
were disturbed some way, and be-
tween him and the fire there came at
moments glimpse of certain wist-
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 Lordships musings were inter
rupted by the sound of his sons quick
step on the stairs, and then his voice.
"All right Pollard, I'm just running
out to post letter; I'll be back to dress
IN five inmates.
you can post it here, Master Jul
ian, " said the voice of the old retainer,
the Bishops butler, I'm taking his
lordship's letters presently"
quite sure it will go all right, Pol
lard? Very well, then" There was
a metallic flap" as the letter was drop
ped into the big oak pillar-box that
stood in the hall and then Julian ran
back TO his study.
A letter! To whom2 Why wish to
post it himself? And then fear some
little demon had the audacity to
whisper in the Bishops ear, for that
good man was disquieted and rose
from his chair. The room seemed hot,
so he opened the door. The hall look
ed cool, so he walked into it. There
was no one there. Like Eugene
Aram, he ''took three hasty strides"
and then stopped opposite the oak let
ter box, of which he and Pollard had
duplicate keys.
After all, there can be no harm in
just seeing to whom he was writing;
it might be some vile money-lender;
and, BESIDES" added the Bishop to
himself, 81 may possibly have mISdi
rected some of my own letters" Still
he paused and the little demon kept
whispering: Take it out! take it
out" Finally, with q quick beating
heart, the Bishop opened the box
Was that noise? No, only parrot
Hate parrots" he thought, as he
peeped in. Yes, there it was, right
on the top OF the pile, addressed in
Julian's big good-natured sort of
scrawl. Feeling very like fraudu-
lent bank Secretary borrowing
securities from the strong room,
but still urging on his conscience that
he was dong III Tor the best, the
Bishop put the letter in his pocket,
slammed the door of the box, and re-
treated with the prize to his study,
just in time to hear Pollard painting
up from the regions below to send the
post off. Would that old servitor
discover the loss! Should he rush
out and restore it2 No, he would be
firm; it was ''for the best"
The letter was addressed to
! Miss Kitty Bewsby,
21IA Cockerton Crescent,
Bayswater.
Corresponding with her secretly
Monstrous! 1t must be stopped at
once. His fingers played with the
envelope rs he held it up between
him and the fire mo, no, can't do
that; wouldn't be honest said the
Bishop sternly; and having comfort
him self with the reflection he locked
up the letterin 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, insisted on
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