Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-04-25

them rs class, although dear o,u saw
dust and Bran Ga brother Bishop ha.'
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 prcoccupicd manner that even
ing. Passing up that pleasant little seq
ment of circle that Is called Dean
street. the Bishop noticed carriage
whisking rapidly westward A glance
rs the lights flashed by showed him n
glimpse of n pale, sad young face, with
square Inc of stilf white linen cutting
across the brow, round which fell the
folds of nuns We |; the dress was that
of rciigieuse of some order.
The Bishop was thunderstruck. II
was Kitty Blewsby, poor little Kitty,
and in that dresSl The thought flashed
quick upon him, Of course she was go.
ing to convent--immuring her young
life within the fatal walls, sinking all
her love and all Julan's hopes in the
dread vows, sacrificed in one of those
mysterious Anglican sistcrhoods against
which he had so often inveighed, re-
nouncing-
II renounce the devil and all his
works!" exclaimed Right Rev. Lord oil
| Everton and Tauphie, interrupt ng his
own thoughts; and then. TO the aston.
ishment of Sam Snapper, who was
passing Mt the time (and who, firmly
believe, wrote all the stupid paragraphs
about iD, the Bishop dashed after the
rctreating carriage, with apron flying
mud spatterng and small boys cheering
him. John Gilpin's ride was crawl
ing Lord Mayors Show compared to
the episcopal hundred yards, quite the
best enthusiastically on record. He
didn't care. What were conUcnances
beside conscience and convcntsp Away
he went toward Park Corner, and by
dint of most undigniiied shoutngs sue
ceedcd in stopping the carriage just as
it reached the big bronze warrior who
now shelters himself in sculptured
sulkness under four trees opposite St
George Hospital.
1t was Bishops charge with ven
geance!
"You, my Lord Bishopr' cried out
the little white nun, shrinking back as
he pufled at the window; for she was
quite familiar with his appearance,
although this was their first interview.
"Let me in, my dear Miss Blewsby;
| must talk to you and at once and as
he got in he painted out "Homer' to
the astonshed coaehman, who had never
seen Bishop in hurry before.
"What does all this mean?n
40, Pm so sorry!" sobbed Sister
Kitty, wiping. her eyes with her veil.
~ never thought you would find it out,
and of course it was very wrong; but
you see they made me promise, and
there are many other girls | know
there, and what could l do? ! loved
him SOL"
Now the Bishop would have vastly
pre- e'erred TO have been preached to death
by wild curates Gas Sydney Smith once
suggested), than face n pretty girl in
tears, However, he was bound to 90
through with it now; so he nerved him
self and said Miss Blewsby, listen to
rue. / never thought it would come to
this. never anticipated such a terri
BILE catastrophe. That dress! that veil!
| am bound rs good Churchman TO
earnestly protest against it, and,
what is more, as man, as faith
er," (here the Bishops voice percepti-
bly, faltered), 81 have q serious word
to say" Kitty clasped her hands
tightly and was silent in an instant 81
was wrong; have stood between you
two; II regret it. Only tell me it is
not too late to prevent you taking this
fearful step. No; do not speak; you
will do me great favor if you wipe
away stain that-now do listen''
(Kitty hadn't said word, she was
frightened.) "Please 90 home at once,
and promise me to take off those infer
infamous things, promise me you will
not go to whore grieve to learn some
of your companions have already gone;
and on my honor you shall marry my
boy if you like. / swear-I mean 1
affirm it, and in his excitement the
Bishop took both Kitty's hands and
looked earnestly in her face.
''But vowed 1 would 90 tonight,
and everything is ready for me; and you
startle me so. Do you really mean this?"
she added, somewhat pleadingly and
timidly.
II pledge you my word am in earn
est.
'.It's too good of you-too good. Yes,
I'll go home" And then, for some un-
heard-of reason, Kitty cried again, and
the Bishop felt very awkward-so much
SO that as they were passing his corner
he chucked the check string with jerk
that almost pulled the coachman in
side, and threw the horses on their
launches.
"Good-night," he said as he stepped
out; "we have made each to each a
promise. Keep yours and Julian shall
come and see you tomorrow. Then he
lett he:, and walked home feeling that
he had exercised the little demon.
Another and still greater shock was,
however, in store for the ill-starred old
gentleman. AS he came into the hall
and passed by the fatal pillar-box he
saw Julian stealing downstairs in n
monks robe, his feet in sandals, his
waist girt with rope, cowl drawn
closely round his handsome face, and n
bedroom candle in his hand. In n
moment father and son were face to
face.
"What, you, toop' cried the Bishop.
so Julian, this is too much! / have
saved her; l may be yet in time to res
cue you. Julian, you shall marry her!"
And then in hurried fashion he poured
out his story. ending with 'And, now
that have promised, tell me to what
vile seclusion the poor girl was going.
| ah' Ncu WOtC aDoub W Dlly
self and break my old heart"
Julian's eyes had danced with Joy as
he listened, but he looked grave as he
answered: al can not tell you how |
thank you, father; but don't let us have
any more secrets. There was no
thought of vile seclusion nor of burials;
she was going to take part in Lady
Fancifuls taOieaur vivants tonight,
and, confess, so was /. We were both
in the same picture, designed by Sir
Rose Madder, you know; and now |
shall have TO try and get an understudy
for her, or cut out the nun altogether,
which will spoil the tableau. But,
father, she is such dear, lovable girl,
and indeed l meant to work for her and
win her. and this was q pure accident.
We only met at rehearsal week ago,
and made il up. The fact is, had quar-
relied with her because she never an
swered most important letter that"
"Don't say any more, my boy" said