The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1893-02-25
THEOLOGY AND LOVE.

THEOLOGY AND LOVE.
1t was really quite pretty sight
to see handsome Miss Jollibert in her
handsome blue silk dress seated with
her handsome blue liveried servants
and handsome blue gray horses,
drive forth under the shadow of her
azure parasol upon smiling sum-
mers day. She generally looked
straight before her, between the
horses heads; she didn't turn aside
to recognize anybody.
1t was a marvel to all the world
why she persisted in remaining Miss
Jollibert. When the weather was
rainy a dark red carriage with scar
let wheels was substituted Tor the
open barouche. When it showed
again she spun away over the spark
ling surface, her sleigh a hetero-
eenous but artistic confusion of seal
skin, sable tail and ermine, herself
study in peacock blue.
When it showed. 1t was showing
very hard one winters night when
Miss Jolibert sat alone before her
drawing room fire. 1t was 4 mag
nihcent fire, and the drawing room
was simply blaze of magnificence,
and Miss Jollbert was indeed mag.
nicent in diamonds and rose col
ored velvet dreSs-so bright that ii
made her perhaps too brilliant com
plexion look quite pale in compar-
ison, as probably she knew.
| Miss Jollibert, at all events, ap
peared TO feel very comfortable.
Her diamonds flashed in the freight
as she lay back in a luxurious arm
chair and toyed with the folds of her
rose colored velvet. The people of
Manchester said it was ridiculous
Miss Tollibert should dress herself
up in rose colored velvet and dia.
mon1s when she was alone, for the
simple pleasure of seeing the fire
light flash on them. Miss Jollibert,
however, cared little what any
one said, and at all events she was
looking superbly handsome.
A clock on the mantlepiece struck
the hour of s, and minute later s
tolIed forth from neighboring
steeple and was borne to Miss Jolli-
ber's window with gust OF
drifting snow. She shivered at the
snow, leaned forward and poked the
fire, then turned and settled the
various pieces of the little tea service
on the low table beside her. She
went over them all. A cream pot,
slop bowl, sugar basin and two
teacups. She examined the two
teacups particularly; little priceless
trinkets they were. She put them
down and examined her own beauti
ful hands-theY were beautiful
hands. Then she removed the little
toast rack on the table down to the
| fire, after which she fell into a pro-
found reverie until quarter past s,
when she reused herself once more
and rang the bell.
! An instant after a servant dressed
in black appeared.
James, asked she, in a peculiarly
musical contralto voice, did you
deliver my mole to the bishop? You
waited tor All answer? What was
the exact message given to your
His lordship sent his compliments,
if you please, IN, and he would be
happy to be at Miss Jollibert's at
7.55 precisely.
Hum, sighed Miss Jollibert.
Just as Miss Jollbert sighed
"hum" a tall man, some years
turned forty, was stamping his feet
! free from snow down stairs in the
hall. Seen by the flickering lamp
light he looked very pale and
rather gaunt student; but when he
passed on up into the brilliancy of
the staircase his clear cut features
lost their gauntne SIS, and one noted
the striking intellect of his large,
white brow and the limpid beauty of
his rather dreamy eyes. When the
door opened he smiled straight over
at the rose cologed velvet figure and
advanced, holding out is hand and
saying very sweetly:
I'm sorry I'm late, Miss Jollibert.
She did not speak until she
poured tea into two teacups, and
seated herself with her own il the
armchair which she had before occu-
pied.
| | dare say you were rather sur
prised when you had my note this
afternoon, bishop?
He stirred his tea slowly, looking
at her and smiling again,
l was curious TO know what could
be the important matter that was
troubling Miss Jollibert's mind; and
| was glad, to think perhaps l was
going to be of some use to my old
friend, Miss Jollibert.
She played with her diamond
rings little nervously, and, turning
her head, looked into the fire.
An old friend; yes, so you are.
You seem to have been an old friend
all my life. l canEot remembey,se77
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