The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1884-04-24
THE BISHOPS SIN.
From the London World.

From the London World
As the Bishops conduct hasibeen the
subject Of considerable comment, it be-
comes kind of duty to give the true
account of the, whole matter. A.
As everybody knows, the Right Rev.
Everton and Fauphie was very broad
churchman. Had he not boldly OPP
posed the Tractarian movement in his
Oxford days? Did he not recently ex-
tend the episcopal segis to major the
City Road Devil Dodger, when that
converted reprobate pitched his tent
within the very shadow Of the palace,
and preached eternal damnation in the
choicest of cockney? Indeed, thesbish-
op had been known to smile on Mr..
Spurgeon and beam benevolently upon
metropolitan Noodles and suburban
Sankies. The curate of his diocese
were not intcrdicted from cricket nor
his rectors from lawn tennis and I am
not in position to contradict the ru-
NOR that the bishop has been known to
cut into rubber for "silver threepen-
nies," and in the shadow Of stage-box
once saw Mr.. Irving play Shylock.
Indeed, when Julian, his only son, was
at Elton, his father rejoiced more at his
winning the public school rackets than
in his carrying off the Prince Consort's
prize for foreign languages; and when
up at Oriel he found his way into the
eight the Bishops joy was so great as
to be at moments positively undignitied.
He liked his son to be in the best set in
town, he cheerfully paid entrances and
subscriptions to various clubs, the names
of which were certainly unfamiliar to
him, but which Julian assured him were
s'necessaries" even for bishops infant.
A rich and honorable alliance for Julian
began to be very definite object in the
episcopal eye, and consequently he
highly approved of Julians country
house visits his CHEEKY letters, contain
ing catalogues of the notabilities with
whom he had danced, OF shot, or played
charades, wer balm to his soul; and at
breakfast, ovee al account Of the pre-
vious evenings dinner and dance, the
sacredotal spirits sensibly revived.
Nominally, Julian was going to the bar,
and duly ate dinners, or, rather, srllked
in dignifcd silence at the Middle Temple
+ o'clock mess in full evening dress,
and refused the proftered joint on the
ground that he never ate boiled mutton
in the afternoon. Naturally enough
this statement irritated his poor breth-
ren, especially as it was Julian's wont
to bolt to the Orleans for dinner the
moment grace was said.
Bearing these facts in mind, it will be
understood that the Bishop was rather
hurt when it came to his ears that his
son had been frequently seen at Mrs
Gideon Blewsby's "small and earlies" il
Cockerton Crescent, Bayswater, and had
subsequently been observed at ST.
James Hall on Monday evenings, ap
parently enwrapped in the strains of 6
Spohr quartet, in company with pretty
little girl known to all Bayswater as
Kitty Blewsby. When finally Miss
Crabbie told him that the pair had been
noticed shopping at Whiteley's he could
stand it no longer.
ut won't do, my boy" said the Bish'
op one day. "She may be all you say
probably is; but then you know Blews
by is o solicitor-attorneys we used tc
call them and Dissenter, and don't
like it; besides the Crabbies talk about
it So"
"My dear father" said Julian some.
what holly, "NIiss Crabbie is a member
Of the Browning society, and an Esoter-
ic Buddhist, and all the rest Of it; but
she is a frowsy old gossip for all that
and Miss Blewsby is charming natural
girl, and worth fifty of Crabbie, and
The Bishop looked aghast.
"Besides, you know, going to the baa
one must make friends with solicitors,
and her father has lots of work to give
a fellow"
Even the professional plea didn't
soften the Bishop; and he wrinkled his
brow and his apron-both usually
smooth-as he said Indignantly, taking
his bedroom candle, "Preposterous! per.
fectly monstrous I'm ashamed of you!
Why Julian rushed upstairs after bis
father had retired, put on a fresh tie,
and dashed into hanson, I don't quite
know; but in quarter of an hour he
was laughing with Kitty Blewsby, Dea1
little Kitty-riante, maidenly and be-
witching-looked up with frank delight
in her lovers eyes (for of course it is nc
secret now that they were lovers at this
time), and flushed as she listened to Ju-
lian's somewhat irreverent account Of
his recent interview.
You do believe mo, Kitty" he
pleaded; and she looked grave and said
nothing, hut sho certainly danced with
him. And all Cockerton Crescent
chucklcd over it; young person in
book muslin and pink sash sang 40
that We Two We're Maylng," with evi,
dent meaning, between the polkas; and
Julian sat next to Kitty at the shutdown
supper, and pulled crackers with her
and carved game.pie; there was nc
tinesse about Cockerton Crescent, [ as
sure YOU.
Miss Esoteric Buddhist Crabbie told
the Bishop all about it, and there is nc
doubt the Right Rev. Everton and Tau
phle was very cross. There was a
stormy interview; so far the paragraphs
that appeared in the weekly journals
were quite accurate. But it is quite
false Gas I am instructeD to say that
Julian LITERALLY cut the episcopal apron
strings with carving knife. Still, ]
admit the interview, and I also an
bound to acknowledge it's stormy char
acter. =,
The succeeding week was fierce one
for everybody concerned. The Bishop
roundly slated three rectors and a dean,
and sacked a curate who had presumed
to adopt a SOU sou western position
during the collection: Julian had bad
week at Sandown, naturally enough,
for he only backed horses whose names
began with X; Miss Crabbie read q
paper on "Historic Feminine Sinners,
before the Netting Hill Debating Soci-
ETY., and Kitty cried. These events are
now matters of history.
The subject came up again, and tn s
time the Bishop was volcanic. MARRY
her! dare to dream of marrying her, and
you may go and play lawn tennis with
Tom Hughes, i'll New Rugby, for a
summer, and starve for the rest OF youl
life. I won't send YOU to the bar; TIL
stop your allowance; I'll cry down youl
credit-O, Julian! you-you-Apos.
tate"
It was the only word the Bishop could
think of at tho moment and it fitted re-
markedly WE'LL
But the Apostate was very quiet in