Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-02-26

a clock on the mantel-p;eca s+,,,o,, ~.
aonraof eight; and a minute after' a,s She
. ouI lorth from q n%eighboring steenIe.
with a gust of drifting snow. She s%ino
al 5ne sound of the snow, leaned forua,d
ana poked the fire; then turned and sattied
tne various pieces of the little tea ser Uvsa
t sne low table beside her. She went over
gar-basin and two tea-cups. She eYai = i su,
me Two tea.cups particularly; little MICS.
less trlnkets they were. She mt tt 49,
down n examined her own beaut;fmii
I sha ,'ere beautiful hands. Then
BILE down to the fire, after which she f taE IN; ;"-
20 profound reverie until a quarter past
eight, when she roused herself once move
and rang the bell. no'e
An instant after a servant, dressed in
black, appeared at the door.
flames" asked she, in a peculiarly mus;.
cal contralto voice, ibid you deliver nv
note to the Bishopa.Youd fd2-And waited
Tor the answer?-What was the exact mes
sage given to you!"
his Lordship sent his compliments, il
precisely" o1"'
aHum, sighed Miss Jollibert.
Just as Miss Jollibert sighed Hu,,, a tall
man ma H.; some nm years turned forty. was stamp
ing MS feet free from snow downstairs in
the hall. Seen by the Pickering lamp-light,
he looked a very pale and rather pannt
student; but when he passed OH up into the
hrilliancy, Of the staircase, his clear-cut
noted the striking intellect Of his asu large Tpe
white brow, and the limpid beauty of his
rather dreamy eyes. When the door opened.
he smiled straight over at the rose-cobred
velvet figure, and advanced, holding ont
his hand and saying very sweetly:
Pm sorry I'm late, Miss Jolli6ert."
she did not speak until she had poured
tea n the two teacups, and seated her
self with her own in the armchair which
she had before occupied.
= dare say you were rather surprised
when You a my note this afternoon,
Bishop?"
He stirred his tea slowly, looking at her,
and smiling again.
y" was curious to know what could
troubling Miss J%ollibert's mind, and 1 was
glad, very glad, to think perhaps l was go
ing to be Of some use to my old friend, Miss
Jollibert."
She played with her diamond rings a lit
tie ~nervously and turning her head looked
into the fire.
A old friend; yes, 50 you are. You
life. lean not remember the time when I
did not know you. know that other peo-
pie call me foolish n vain behind my
back, and somehow o. other know that
you never do. Would you rather that 1
told you now what is upon my mind-or
would you rather wait a little"
Stretching up, he settled tue little tea-cup
carefully amongst the Sevres china on the
his white hands composedly on his apron.
II should wish You to tell me all about it
at once, Marion. Why delay anything you
may nave to say?"
She hesitated an instant longer, the fire.
light playing round her heavy eyelashes.
III sV1hn 1C~r ND 81 1,rk rs kl,1 Isn q Al. -
she said; Tor rather this is what might be
called the short of it and the long will come
after. have made up my mind TO go over
to Rome"
The Bishop uncrossed his legs with a sud-
den movement, n stared at Miss Jollibert.
After an instant's pause, he raised himself
once more, and brought his tea-cnp care
fully down from the mantel-piece again.
MY dear,' said he, "could l trouble you
for just q leetle more sugar: just the Least
thing. Thank you, thank you. ALI"
The Ah was more in the way of a sigh
than an interjection; and with it he half
closed n aye, and infinitely inspected
with the other the morsel of currant bun
he was engaged in eating. There was some
thing in the action which appeared to
pushed her chair back from tho fire, and
asked him very quickly: "Did your Lord
ship not hear me!"
He finished the currant bun, and folded
MS han0S cOl0pOSoQty again.
$50" repeated he, ''you have quite made
up your mind to go over to Romeo"
"Quite," said Miss Jollibert: and after an
i%nstant's pause, unbroken except for the
cracking Of the flames, she added "Quite,"
again;
"On account of my convictions" replied
Miss Jollibert, still more quickly.
"Ah!" sighed the Bishop once more. His
Lordship passed his hand slowly all over
his heavy masses of faxen hair. Miss
Jollibert fastened her large brown eyes
upon him rather m~ournfully, and after q
minute, began to talk.
"Of course it has taken me a long time to
make up my mind; and, of course, I am
very sorry. I have studied Butler, and
Jeremy Taylor, and Luther's treatises, and
against my convictions as l never fought
against any thing before; and yet, in spite
Of myself as it were, I have been converted.
OF curse I am very sorry that it should be
SO. In a case like this, however, I think
that one is not, perhaps, entirely responsible
for ones conversion"
The Bishop inspected the side Of his
handsc-eoot, and settling himself yet a
little more comfortably, nodded with much
b~enevolence. "Quite so, quite SO; very
possibly not, my dear"
Miss Jollibert flushed slightly.
"No," she resumed, with some warmth.
"Why of course you must know yourself,
Bishop, that most ancient theologians, and
all prophets, foretold the foundation of one
permanent and Apostolic Church. / don't
suppose that even the Bishop of Manchester
would care to assert that Church to be tho
Church of England"
Henry Hammersley,. Bishop Of NAL;
chester, took a long sip of his tea, and
turning his limpid blue eyes round upon
Miss Jollibert, smiled. "My dear,' said he,
gently, ~ always feel very difident about
making any assertions"
"Well-but I don't,' pursued she,
with a slight tremor in her voice.
"Just think what it is for me to be
convinced, firmly convinced, in my mind,
of there being no English Church, no En-
glish Rites, no English Orders to be relied
upon"
"O-hw said he, wheeling sharp round,
and snatching another little bit Of c%urrant
bun from the plate. s I'm not a Bishop!y"
"No,n cried Miss Jollibert,. half angrlly
and half in laughter; Sat least, !! don't
think so. I am very sorry, but can't make
up my mind that you are. I am very sorry
to say such things. Don't be angry with
me, Bishop"
He stretched his hand out for the little
poker, and ave a sharp tap to q bit of coal
which sent It rattling. noisily down upon
the painted tiles. :'1beg your pardon, my
have meddled with the fire, you see-.just as
- n houo ma661pd with the