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

it would lead to aprons. It is right to
mention this, as it accounts for the
Bishops preoccupied manner that
evening. Passing up that pleasant
little segment of circle that is call
ed Dean street. the Bishop noticed a
carriage whisking rapidly westward 1.
A glance as the lights flashed by show
ed him a glimpse of a pale, sad young
face, with square line of stiff white
linen cutting across the brow, round
which fell the folds of a nuns veil
the dress was that of a religielse OF
some order.
The Bishop was thunderstruck. II
was Kitty Blewsby, poor little Kitty,
and in that dress The thought flash
ed quick upon him, of course she was
going to a convent-immuring hel
young life within the fatal walls,
sinking all her love and all Julian's
hope in the dread VOWS, sacrificed In
one of those mysterious Anglican
sisterhoods against which he had of
ten inveighed, renouncing-
81 renounce the devil and all his
works." exclaimed the Right Rev.
Lord of Everton and Tauphie, inter
rupting his own thoughts; and then.
to the establishment of Sam Snapper,
who was passing at the time (and who,
/ firmly believe, wrote all the stupid
paragraphs about it,, the Bishop dash.
ed after the retreating carriage, with
apron flying, mud scattering and
small boys cheering him. John Gil
pins ride was a crawling Lords
Mayors Show compared to the epis
copal hundred yards, quite the best
enthusiastically on record. He didn't
care What were cOnUenanceS beside
concience and conven.s2 Away he
went toward Park Corner, and by
dint of most undignified shoutings
succeeded in stopping the carriage
just as it reached the big bronze war
rior who now shelters himself in
soul ptured sulkiness under four trees
opposite ST. Georges Hospital.
1t was Bishops charge with ven
geancei
You, my Lord Bishop" cried out
the little white nun, shrinking back
as he pulled at the window for she
was quite familiar with his appear
ance, although this was their first in
terview.
"Let me IN, my dear Miss Blewsby
must talk to you and at once, p" and
as he got in he painted out Homer
to the astonished coachman, who had
never seen Bishop in a hurry before.
"What does all this mean?'
80, I'm so Sorry sobbed Sister
Kitty, wiping her eyes with her. veil.
81 never thought you would find il
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 do2 loved
him sou
Now the Bishop would have vastly
preferred to have been preached to
death by wild curates (as Sydney
Smith once suggested, than face a
pretty girl in tears However, he was
bound to go through with it now: so
he nerved himself and said; Miss
Blewsby, listen to me. [ never
thought it would come to this. I
never anticipated such terrible
catastrophe. That dress! that veil
| am bound as good Churchman to
earnestly protect against it; and, what
is more, as man, as father" (here
the Bishon's voice preceptibly falter-
ed), II have a serious word to say"
Kitty clasped her hands tightly and
was silent in an instant. Il was
wrong, / have stood between you
two; II regret it. Only tell me
that 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 ward,
she was frightened please go
home at once, and promise me to take
off those infer-infamous things,
promise you will not go to where |
grieve to learn some of your compan-
ions have already gone; and on my
honor you shall marry my boy if you
like. | swear-I mean | affirm it; !"
and in his excitement the Bishop took
both Kitty's hands and looked earnest
ly in her face.
''But | vowed would go to night,
and everything is ready for me; and
you startlo me so. Do you really
moan this2" she added, somewhat
pleadingly and timidly.
81 pledge you my word l am IN
earnest"
cts too good of you-too good.
Yes, I'll go home" and then, for
some unheard of reason, Kitty cried
again, and the Bishop felt very awk-
81
passing his corner he chucked the
check string with a jerk that almost
pulled the coachman inside, and
threw the horses on their launches.
Goodnight" he said he as stepped
out; 1--WE have made each to each a
promise. Keep yours, and Julian
shall come and see you tomorrow.
Then he left her and walked home
feeling that he had exercised the little
demon.
Another and still greater shock
was, however, IN store for the i'll
starred old gentleman AS he came
into the hall and passed by the fatal
pillar box he saw Julian stealing
down stairs in a monks robe, his feet
in sandals, his waist girth with rope,
cowl drawn closely round his hand
some face, and bedroom candle in
his hand In moment father and
son were face to face.
"What, you, toor. cried the Bishop,
80 Julian, this is too much. [ have
saved her; l may be yet in time tC
rescue you. Julian, you shall m AIRY
her" And then in a 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, and where you were about
to bury yourself and break my old
heart.
Julian's eyes had danced with joy
as he listened, but he looked grave as
he answered: II cannot tell you how
| thank you, father; but don't let US
have any more secrets. There was nc
thought of vile seclusions nor OF
burials; she was going to take part in
Lady Fanciful's tGbledus rirdntS to
night, and, l confess, so was |. We
were both in tho same nicture design.