St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1884-05-10

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lovers at this time), and flushed as
she listened to Julian's somewhat ir-
reyerent account of his recent inter-
view.
''You do believe me, Kitty?" he
pleaded; and she looked grave and said
nothing, but she certainly danced with
him. And all Cockerton crescent
chuckied over it; a young person in
book muslin and pink sash sang 20
that We Two Were Maying,' with evil
dent meaning, between the polkas; and
Julian sat next to Kitty at the sit-down
supper and pulled crackers with her,
and carved a game pie; there was no
fne5Se about Cockerton crescent, as
sure you.
Miss Esoteric Buddhist Crabbie told
the Bishop all about it, and there is no
doubt Right Rev. Eyerton and Tauphie
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 las
/ am instructed) to say that Julian
literally cut the episcopal apron strings
with carving knife. Still, ! admit
the interview, and | also am bound to
acknowledge its stormy character.
The succeeding week was fierce one
for everybody concerned. The Bishop
roundly slated three rectors and dean,
and sacked a curate who had presumed
to adopt q sou -sou western position
during The collection; Julian had a bad
week at Sandown, naturally enough,
for he only backed horses whose names
began with X; Miss Crabbie read a
paper on Historic Feminine Sinners
before the Netting Hill Debating So
ciety, and Kitty cried. These events
are now matters Of history.
The subject came up again, and this
time the Bishop was volcanic. ''Marry
her! dare to dream of marrying her,
and you may go and play lawn-tennis
with Tom Hughes, in New Rugby. for
a summer aud starye for the rest of
your life. / won't send you to the Bar;
Ill stop your allowance; I'll cry down
your credit-O, Julian! you you
Apostate!2
1t 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 az
quiesce in his fathers views; and then,
to the Bishops beWilderment, threw
over all engagements, refused all inyi-
tations, and settled down soberly and
discreetly to work in Mr.. Meeson Well
by's chambers, with whom he was read
ing. Home to dinner punctually every
evening; talked little politics or sensa-
tional trial with the old gentleman, hut
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
barrister, and, oddly enough, evident
ly meant learn law before instead of
subsequent to, his being called, which
shows what very original young man
he was.
1t was perplexing. Julian the Apos-
tate had recanted his social heresy so
thoroughly that the Bishop was suspi-
cious. 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 flock of
butterflies. He was seemingly happy;
and the whole thing was perfectly
amazing.
| grieve to say that His Lordship be-
came 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.
81 assure you, my Lord Bishop
said that distinguished advocate, ''he
knows a vast deal of practical law, and
has the markings of a very excellent
devil in him." The expression was
startling but very gratifying when prop
erly explained. Still, there the matter
was. Julian the Merry had become Jul
Ian the Mysterious, and there was no
clew to it all.
One memorable evening the Bishop,
having finished the sketch of charge
q mean, of course, such a charge as
would be produced by Bishop Butler,
not Mrs. Butler), sat in his study brood
ing over it all. He was ''doing his best
for his boy" he kept repeating to him
self; but bis spiritual wrestl ngs were
disturbed some way, and between him
and the fire there came at moments q
glimpse of a certain Wistful 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 Lord
ships musings were interrupted by the
sound Of his sons quick step on the
stairs, ana then his voice.
All right, Pollard, I'm just running
out to post a letter; I'll be back to dress
In five minutes
You can post it here, Master Ju-
liam, said the voice of the old retainer,
the Bishops butler; 'I'm taking his
losdship's letters presently"
"Quite sure it will go all right. Pol
lal.ip Very well then . There ,rns q |