Arizona republican., 1892-05-08

-.;g the whole thing as a Joke, and that think that it is very unkind of you to do so. Marryl that is proof in itself that you are laughing at me. Marry whomY"
 Turning swiftly away, he took rapid turn up and down the room; then, halting beside the tea table, he began to finger nervously with the dainty tea service.
 "Pm sure don't know how to say it to you," he hesitated, almost tearfully. 'I know so well that you have never suspected anything, and have been so much afraid of startling you; and have been so ridiculous, But if might dare that is, if you would allow me Marion" he cried, with a sudden move ment of his arm which upset the sugar basin and sent shower of knots batter ing over the floor, "I would say-marry me-"
 For moment there was an embar- rassing silence. Then, as if infected by the unromantic proposal, Miss Jollibert simply responded: That is another way out of my difficulty. Very we'll, l accept"
 As for the people of Winchester, they declared they couldn't have believed it, either of Miss Jollibert or the bishop. Half of them said especially Miss Jolli- bert and the other half particularly of the bishop,
 At the very height of this the bishops fair head and shiny black coat appeared for the first time in the blue barouche, vis-a-vis to Miss Jollibert. It was sun shiny day, and the bishop was noticed to be laughing. It very often requires only a straw or pin point to change insanity to sanity, unpopularity to popularity, 1 ferocity to mildness. In this case the bishops laugh was the symbolical pin point. Next morning the heavy clouds of suspicion had rolled away and the | blue sky shone again. Next morning all Winchester was laughing and smil- ing with the bishop
 i Sometimes Miss Jollibert would go out ! to drive with the bishops sister, Miss | Hammersley, tiny, silver haired lady, and on such evenings the curious pass CTS by on the river would catch glimpse of rose colored velvet and black coat | here, and a glimpse of gray satin and I silver hair and knitting pins up there under the portico. On such evenings Miss Jollibert was very happy. 1 So time passed on. Just as early sum- mer was changing into late summer a | great illness broke out over the country. It was exactly at this time that the bishop and Miss Jollibert had intended to be joined, but they put off the cere- mony for time, and clasping hands fig uratively-since duty forbade them to do so in reslity-they set boldly to work. So all through the long hot days, and very often far into the stifiing nights, | the blue barouche and the purple brougham rolled about Winchester.
 Sometimes it would happen that the l two crossed each other at the turn of & street, at the corner of a square, and the bishop would lift his hat, calling out | laughingly: "How do you do, Marion! Ninety degrees in the shade today" And | she would nod back with smile: "Quito well, thank you, bishop. l wonder what it is in the sunshine?'
 After the illness was in great meas ure abated, just as the haZy corn helds were beginning to turn to gold, just then Miss Jollibert awoke one morning to find a great peace at her heart, and that her convictions had forever fallen asleep. Strangely enough, it was the morning of her wedding day.
 At Miss Jolliberts wedding there was not one person who had the heart or audacity to say she was anything but a very handsome woman, and that the bishop and she were very lucky pair. Most of them added particularly the bishop; but if some of them did say in- stead especially Miss Jollibert, it was not to be supposed that slight was in- tended upon Miss Jollibert in any way. The very first flakes of snow that came down that winter fell fair upon the lord bishop of Winchester and Mrs. Ham nlersley.