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

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dressed in Julian's big, good-natured
sort OF a scrawl. Feeling very like q
fraudulent bank secretary borrowing
securities from the s'strong ROOM" but
still urging on his conscience that ne
was doing it for the best," the Bishop
put the letter in his pocket, slammed
/ the door of the box, and retreated with
his prize to his study, Just in time to
hear Pollard painting up from the re-
gions below to send the post off. Would
that old servitor discover the loss?
| Should he rush out and restore it? No,
he would be firm; it was ''for the
| best. -
The letter was addressed to
Miss KITTY BLEwsBY,
2l4A CccGerton Crescent,
Bayswater.
Corresponding with her secretly!
Monstrous! 1t must be stopped at once.
His fingers played with the envelope as
he held it up between him AMI the fire
.'No, no. can't do that; wouldn't be
honest, said the Bishop, sternly; and
having comforted himself with the re-
lection he locked up the letter in his
drawer, and then the dressing bell
rang.
Julian was very pleasant and
bright that day at dinner. He told
his father old Oxford stories, insisted on
| pledging him in the old AT, and when
he ran off to read Che never went to the
theater now, he dropped into the
drawing room and ran his fingers over
the keys of the Erard, The bishop
heard the music as he sat, brood: ng and
melancholy and remorseful, in the room
below; for all that he hardened his
heart like Pharoah, and would not let
the letter go, because sit was for the
| best "a bitof Jesuitical casuistry that
he nevertheless derived small comfort
from. 1t required much more Pharoah-
| like fintiness to endure Julian's first
anxious, and then disappointed. face
when the early post next morning, and
several successive. posts for the next
two days, failed to bring him something
he evidently looked for. The inquiry:
anything for me, father?' and tie
invariable answer: Nothing, Juliag
became little tragedy, in which the
Bishop felt he was cast for "iirst MIR
derer," and he was by no means easy
in the part.
The piano was never opened Now,
and Julian stuck to his work quietly
and pluckily. At last he was daily
''called, and won the e100 prize giSen
by his Inn for an essay upon probate
and Divorce as Practiced by the early
Aryan Races. p" He never slackehed
work for a moment, but went: to
court every day, and still preserved che
same quiet mysterious manner that. so
batfied and worried the Bishop. His gun
seemed to have all eyaporated, and in
its place he had purpose. His father
had bad time of it-passed sleepsess
nights. and even went so far as to Rad
the essay on 'tProbate and Divorce"
Once he suggested in playful fashioS to
Julian that NOW that he was on the
high road to the Woolsack, it was time
for him to look about and settle" but
he only elected rather solemn ''Don't
let's talk of that subject, father" and
felt snubbed.
It was clear to the Bishop that he aad
succeeded IN alternating Julian's affec-
ton for Kitty; but he certainly never
meant to MAKE confirmed msogynist
and bigoted bachelor of him, and3 is
was seemingly what had happenedf for
dancing BeIgravia knew him no more.
at was precisely at 6:45 on the eTen-
ing that has been so much talked of chat
the Bishop was strolling home after st
tending the great conference that met
to discuss tie long yexed question con-
corning Archidiaconal Functions. He
had once been an Archdeacon himaelf,
and he sympathized with the raIher
vague position of the Very ReVerends,
and he was really rather pleased with
the resolution he had proposed making
CATERS and broad brims obligatory on
them as class, although dear old Saw
dust and Bran Ca brother Bishop had
so stoutly opposed it, on the ground
that it would lead to aprons. It is right
to mention this, as it accounts for the
Bishops preoccupied manner that even
ing. Pass. ng up that pleasant little seq
ment of circle that is called Dean
street, the Bishop noticed carriage
whisking rapidly westward. A glance
as the lights flashed by showed Inn a
glimpse OF pale, sad young face, with
q square line of stiff white linen cutting
across the brow, round VII Oh fell the
folds of nuns We |; the dress was that
of reEtgSeuse of some order.
The Bishop was thuhderstruck. 1t
was Kitty Blewsby, poor little Kitty,
and in t at dress! 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 Juiian's hopes In the
dread vows, sacrificed in one Of those
mysterious Anglican sisterhoods against
which he had so often inveighed, re-
nouncing
81 renounce the devil and all his
exclaimed Right Rev. Lord of