The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-04-25

His fingers PLAYED win the eHNeluPe ~
he held Il nn between him and the hre.
"No. no. can't do that: wouldn't he hon
est. " said the Bishop Sternly and havlng
eomforted himself with the reflection he
locked up the letter in his drawer, and
then the dressing-beil rang.
Julian was very pleasant and bright
that day at dinner. He told his father
old Oxford stories. insisting on pledglng
him in the old II. and when he ran of
to read Ghe never went to the theater
now. he dropped ,lto the drawmg-room
and ran his fingers lightly over the keys
of the Erard. The Bishop heard the
music As he sat, brOOding and melan-
cholv and remorspful, in the room be
low for all that he hardened his heart
like Pharaoh. and would not let the let
ter 20. because at was for the best"-a
bit of Jesuitical ca,uistrv that he never
theless derived but small comfort from.
lit required much more Pharaoh
like fintnesS to endure
JuIian's first anxious. and
then disappointed, face when the early
post next morning, and several success.
slve 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 and
pluckily. At last he was duly called, -
and won the 600 prize given by his
Inn for an essay upon Probate and
Divorce as Practiced bv 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 batfied and worried the bish-
Cd. His fun seemed to have all evapOr-
ated, and iii its place he had a purpose.
His father had a bad time of it-paSsed
sleepless nights, and ven 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 Woolsaek. it was
time for him TO look about and settle"
but he only elicited a rather solemn
Don't 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-
lection for Kitty but he certainly never
meant TO make a confirmed misogynist
and a bigoted bachelor of him, and this
was seemingly what had happened, fol
dancing Belgrayia knew him no more.
at was precisely at 9:45 on the even,
ing that has been so much talked OF
that tie Bishop was strolling home after
attending the great conference that met
to discuss the long yexed question con
corning Archidiaconal Functions. He
had once been Al arch dsaco. himself
and he ~gSmpathized with the rathei
vague position of the Very Reverends
and he was really rather pleased witt
the resolution he had proposed making
CATERS and broad brims obligatory OF
them as a class, although dear old Saw
dust and Bran Ca brother Bishop hat
so s%toutly opposed it, on5the GROUND
that it would lead to aprons. 1t is RICH
to mention this, as it accounts for th,
Bishops ~preoccupied manner that even
ing. Passing up that pleasant littl'
segment of a circle that is called Dear
street, the Bishop noticed a carriag,
whisking rapidly westward. A glanc'
as the lights flashed by showed him
| glimpse &C : I'D yycaRy sss Will
a square line of stiff white linen cutting
across the brow. ronnd which fell tn
folds of a nuns veil; the dress was tina
of a religieuse of some order.
EE IL
The Bishop was thunderstrack. /
was Kitty Blewsby, poor little Kitty
and in that dressl The thought flashed
quick upon him, of course she was go
ing to a conyent-immuring her young
life within the fatal walls, sinking al
her love and all Julian's hopes in th,
dread VOWS, sacrificed in one of thos
mysterious Anglican sisterhoods agains
which he had 50 often i~nyeighed, re
nouncing-
IL renounce the5 devil and all hi
works." exclaimed the Right Rev. LQr,
of Everton and Tauphic, interruptinI
his own thoughts and then, to the as
constituent of Sam Snapper, who wa
passing at the time (and who, | firmI
believe wrote all the stupid paragraph
about IT'D, the Bishop dashed after th
~retreating carriage, with apron flying
mud scattering and small boys cheer
ing him. John Gilpin's ride was
crawling Lord Mayors Show compare
to the episcopal hundred yards, quit
the best enthusiastically on record
He didn't care. What we're conyenan
ces besis.a conscience and converts
4 Aruow 10 xxonf fn.rarI porE Horna or a "a.
by dint Of most undignified shouting
succeeded instopping the carriage ins
as it reached the big bronze warrio
who now shelters himself in sculpture
sulkiness under four trees opposite S.
Georges Hospital.