The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-21

very one l will try to lead you intoi and if l am not much mistaken. some where within It's messy. tranquil eathe- dral close. will search for and ind the key which will unlock to the sunlight the sepuichred disquiet of your pitifui old wasted lifer'
 He was ready for me and our journey in the morning. chipper and cheery as when he had nearly choked me with embraces. as stood before him In the first flush and exaltation of ordination.
 We first visited oxford. Then we ran down to Canterbury and Rochester. Back through the south and southwest. We came to Winchester. dear old Win chester to him, for he was Wyke- hamite. to Exeter and to Salisbury.
 I loved him better and respected him more as we progressed.
 I found him to have sometime been a profound student. and to still be keen critic of ecclesiastic architecture and art. and a wonderful storehouse of pro- fane and religious history. The differ ent periods, their relations and con- trasts and the false notes of "restorers'' were all as an open book to him.
 Clearly. masterfully he traced the various examples in church architec- ture from the time of the old Saxon builders. down past the early Norman workers and the transitional Norman, and along through the splendid devel- opment of first and middle pointed, perpendicular and the modern Gothic, Intervening the whole with a world of legend and fact from the time of Lucius in the second century, to that of Victoria in this.
 One day at Winchester as was mar yelling at his knowledge. he involuntar- fly exclaimed:
 Nonsense! Tut tut, tut! helped Dr. Jeune plan all the restorations for the cathedral of"
 He never finished that sentence as he had begun 1t. What he did say was only:
 q mean a castle of air! Tut, tut! Nonsense!-Bahw
 Pressing him was useless. As we neared the West of England cluster of cathedrals his feasibility, nervous ness and cunning returned in full force. Leaving Salisbury. we visited that. "' mysterie of the human hand, The pride of Bristowe and the Wcsterne land, ' St. Mary Redcliff church at Bristol. "the fairest, the goodliest, and the most famous parish church in England" with its sad memories of Chatterton and at the Bristol railway station l accidentally noticed that Kirby Dork- lin had secured our bookings through Gloucester to Worcester, although he knew, from my interminable praises of Gloucester cathedral, that I desired to visit and study 1t more than any other sacred edifice in England.
 I kept silent, resolved to meet oun- ming with stratagem.
 It was night, we were both exceed ingly tired; tucked up the old gentle man carefully in our travelling rugs, and he was soon sound asleep.
 I sent a message from the first tele- graph station. ordering a carriage to be in readiness at Gloucester. On ar rival there, I waited in my seat until the train was just on the point of de- parture; and then with lively scram- ble and unfeeling halloas of "Worces- teri" rushed my easy and drowsy vic. tim out of his corner through the din and clamor of the station platform and, finally, into tranquil apartment of the ancient "New Inn". where. un. conscious of the ruse which had been perpetrated upon him, he slept sweetly as child until morn.
 "In a moment! In momentl" shout ed Kirby Dorklin, in response to my gentle tapping at the door of his cham Der the next morning. "Ah" he con- tinued gayly. lat old Worcester cathe- dral we shall find the tomb of King John, the most ancient regal monument in England!'
 "But we will first see the tomb of the murdered Edward, here, at Glouces- ter;;" I answered back as cheerily.
 There was at first loud snort with in the apartment. Then my uncle re- torted fiercely: "Here-in-Gloucester?"
 Certainly, Gloucester. You booked from Bristol to Gloucester, didn't you ? We are at the most charming of all ancient inns of England-the New Inn, on Northgate street, you know; built during the abbacy of Thomas Sebroke, over $50 years ago, to house the pill grims to Edwards tomb"
 There was ominous silence in Kirby Dorklin's room.
 Think of it!' continued enthusias- tically. What an experience to pass a night in hotel more than half thou sand years old; to perhaps sleep in the very bed where pilgrim princes have slept; to-"
 "Damnation!-Bah" roared Kirby Dorklin, as heard the,huge inner iron bolt of the door crash into It's socket.
 Come, now; make haste! Let's have an early breakfast. I want you to point out to me all the interesting things about Dr. Jeune's restorationsr'
 There was no answer from Kirby Dorklin's room.
 If you won't come," I continued proddingly, "1'll hunt up "Tother One and get her to act as my .guide!' There was now commingled uproar of snortings, stormings, exasperated exclamations and crashing furniture in Kirby Dorklin's room.
 I waited long time for the resump- tion of tranquility, which evidently iually resulted more from exhaustion than the calming of Kirby 'Dorklin'e spirit; and then, after various efforts to rescue the self-made prisoner from him. self, with hearty assurances that his breakfast would be served at his door and with as cheering parting words as could muster, I descended Into the