The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-12-19
THE WEARS BATH.

i The Rev. Mr.. Texter, vicar of Dot
Itlngton, and his pretty daughter
DAISY were having tete.a-tete one
brilliant August morning in the
pleasant little room which the vicar
Bcalled his study. That the tete.a tete
was not altogether of an agreeable
mature was very evident from the
agitation of the girl and the vehe-
mence of her father-a pOrtIy eccIe-
sIastic with several chins and a POM
EpouS, sef-satiStied manner.
II don't consider that he's fit
man to be your husband" the vicar
resumed, after pause in the talk.
"lthink one has only look at the
sple and cut of his clothes to form a
WY fair estimate Of the sort Of life
IN leads in town. l know him to be
"a debt, TO disfgure his mother ton
cue with the most hideOus of metro
poltan slang, to drink between meals
and yet you, Daisy Texter, daugh-
ter of the vicar of DOttington, sigh
and sob that you never can and pever
will love any other man, It's quite
but, gracious me! There's 8 O'Clock
striking and the confrmation's at 10,
so that the bishop will be here a
quarter of, and 1 haven't had time to
take my morning sWim-tkanks to
your foolish love.sick chatter! Still,
if rush off now there's Just time for
hurried dip, and as | am nothing
without it, aud as it will clear my
head and freShen me up for the du-
ties of the day, [ will be off, and we
will defer any further discussion un
ill more convenient opportunity"
saying which the vicar left the room
by the door, and the girl slowly went
out by the French window, crossed
the lawn, and descended to narrow
shady lane, where was waiting
Young gentleman with an honest
brown face, who was attired in a
check suit of dittoes which. although
Of ordinary London cut, had pro.
duced no small impression from the
variety Of lis hues on the obscure viii
layers, who rarely saw anything but
the parsons brOadcloth and the peas
ants cordurOy<.
''It's no use, Gerald !" she exclaim-
ed, when they met. "The pater's in
an awful temper this morning and
has been calling me all sorts of horrid
panes for loving you and declaring
that l would continue to do So"
Mr.. Gerald MaIdon, who was the
son of the squire of DottingtOn, took
the girl to his arms and, kissing her
quivering lips, said:
"What is mis- objection tc me,
Daisy ?"
"Why, he says you are what is
called fast replied the girl, 'and
he doesn't like your style of life, your
style of conversation, nor your style
of dress, dear"
"Style of dress, by jove ~ exclaim-
ed the young man, surveying the suit
he had on with no little c0mpIacen,
cy. surely he doesn't Judge a fel-
low by his dress. Why, when the
bishop was at our house last spring |
wouldn't haye given the old fellow
eighteen pence for all he had ~
THAT reminds me, Gerald" said
Daisy, "there's a confirmation to-day
so the bishop is coming and the
whole place will be upside down.
This, perhaps. has worried papa a
little; therefore matters may not
really be go bad as they now appear.
He, however, would not miss his
bath, so he has just gone down to the
river to take his usual swim. 1t will
doubtless cool his temper as well as
his body.
''GOnp down the river for Il swim :"
exclaimed the young man. "By love!
I'd give something to see him |
should have thought he'd have been
above such rakish diversion. But a
happy thought strickes me, Daisy
dear. The bishop, as you know, is
a rare good fellow, and, being an old
college chum of the governors and
my godfather, he would, l believe,
do anything for me. Keep your
spirits up, therefore. my darling, for
the great man is certain to come in
and lunch at our house, and [ will
get the guy to ask him to say a good
word for us to the vicar. So gOod-hy
my wife that is to be, for l know it
will be all right. l wouldn't miss
seeing my future father-in law talk
ing his morning bath for a good deal. "
Gerald MaiGun, naving kissed the
girl again, hurried down the lane i'm
the direction of the river. Carefully
keeping himself out of sight, he rec
onnoiterpd. The pompous ecrleSias-
tic had just finished arranging his
clothes in a neat heap on the bank
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