The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-17

I NlFuctS or your action. lneF VIII not De-
l gay for you. Ny son viii instruct his
[ solicitor TO bring an action FOR breach Of
promise against your daughter.
/ The prospect OF a scandalous breach Of
promise case frightened the bishop.
But rejecting that he could probably
settle The matter out OF court for money
consideration his fears were somewhat
alleged. and be- smiled with an air In
tenuCd TO express supreme indifference.
Then again tXing her eyes on the
I bishop. Marie Barber continued.
Tomorrow morning AR Giuord Bur
haee, the PARIS correspondent OF the
Daily Radical. Will receive the burning
declara lions, The passionate letters YOU
formerly addressed TO me- He VIII be de-
hghted 70 obtain such spicy primeur
for his journal. and the brlush public
Will greatly ENJOY reading about your
aD0urs- mis- episode in your career viii
acd piquancy To your position as the splr-
llual ADVISER OF plOus Processes Oul
mon cher Bobby. ! was so fond of you
: mat during "a visit 10 London / bought
tnls Photograph"
ana she drew from her retlcule cabi-
net photograph of the bishop and two
young pFlnccsses studying The Scriptures
together. All the bishop fcig1ed indit-
1 ference now deserted him. He could see
that Marie Barber was tn deadly ear
nest prepared 10 go any lengths TO OBJ
Tain her revenge. Whilst she was speak
ing. an the color left his cheeks, his
heart sank within him. What would Mrs
THE photographs Of your letters"
calmly resumed the merciicss woman,
"arcralready done. I intend 10 send them
]
never wrote such letters to herr
You are forgetting yourself said ne.
with "a miserable attempt al dignihed
compCSurc. My former acquaintance
with you has nothing To do with Mrs
Rawton. She knows nothing about you
on, but she Will shortly know a great
deal about mel' Interrupted Marie, win
a merry twinkle I'm her eye.
"A3 Tor my daughter, Frenchman can
not sue an English girl for breach OF
promise Of marriage. lie would be laugh
ed to sCOrnt'
There you are mistaken. mon cher
Sir George Lazarus, your most distin-
guished solicitor, assures me that he can.
You see have thought of everything.
If continued the bishop. your aims
are financial, we could probably come to
some understanding whereby your son
would receive substantial equivalent for
his. shattered hopes He smiled sarcastic
cally
Nor she retorted with flashing eyes
Il do not want your money. neither does
my son. / want justice, and he wants
Gladys. And we both mean to have what
We want, monseigncur."
"Or'-and here she INDUCED i'm a sneer-
ing cynical laugh-"the public shall know
the reason Why your wife, your prin-
Madame, l forbid you mentioning these
pames' which have nothing to do with
"Mais mon petit, you are not i'm q. posi-
ton to forbid anything, not even the an
nouncemcnt of this forthcoming marriage.
Think of the excitement that viii be caus-
ed by the publication of your letters in
the Daily Radical How delighted your
admireIs-and your colieagues-will be TO
learn that their idol is, after all, very,
very human, You are president of the
Dramatic Purity Society. How your po-
stton viii be strengthened when it be-
comes known that you are the former low
er Of the captivating Marie Barber the
0dalsque in Josephine vendue par SEES
Soeurs!
The bishop felt that this fiendish woman
was right Beads of preparation trickled
down his face. his clerical collar was as
imp as rag as he thought of the aw-
Iul dilemma in which he found himself.
The situation was really terrible, and he
cursed the day that Marie Barber crossed
his path. This French Jezebel had him
completely in her power. lie paced up
and down the room in a fever of eXas-
peration. exposed TO the fire of his beau
uful enemys sparkling eyes. What was
he TO do? On the one hand, to give his
consent for his daughters marriage to
this hummer would be equal to public
recantation; on the other hand the publ
cation of those idiotic, passiopate love-
letters worked up i'm the spicy style usual
with the Daily Radical would deprive
him of his prestige and render him the
laughing stock of the whole country; Wis
ions of ribald cartoons in the comic pa
pers, The Bishop and the Bayadere."
darted through his disordered brain. He
saw the thundeTstruck faces OF his clergy
the delight of the Nonconformist minis
ters,, the holy horror of Mr.
tainty Of that future archbish-
opric being transferred by her majesty
into a request for his resignation. He
could even hear his own daughter, a
typical New Woman, boldly pleading his
own backSlidingS as an authority Tor her
departure from the prophecies. He saw
no means of escape.
with triumphal look at his agitated,
perpleXed countenance, Marie again rails
when are the letters to be published?"
she asked in dangerously subdued ac-
cents. Her eyes cleaned with an unholy
light-she appeared to be savoring to the
full her forthcoming revenge.
In trembling indecision the bishop paus-
ed before her His brain was in whirl.
At one moment he determined to save
his daughter and the church. But the
thought Of the public exposure and the
loss of a luxurious position caused him
to cling to Us reputation and trust to
chance TO arrange the question of mes
alliance. Bishoprics We're not to be pick
ed up every day, whilst it would be very
easy to adopt a tolerant attitude toward
| the stage. as the result of closer ac-
quaintance and impartial inquiry.
Choose" demanded Marie, impatiently,
| LAYING her hand on his arm and darling
a piercing glance straight into his eyes.
| In their preoccupati n neither had OBJ
| served the entrance of third person At
/ the sight of this fascinating, golden-hair-
| ed Frenchwoman clnging to her lords
| arm, and gam Seseechingly into his face,
! sudden exclamation. With a startled eX-
/ preston the bishop looked up. lie instantly
| recognized that sharp voice.
81 beg Dardon.' said the honorable lady
| in a frigid tone. Il am de trop.'"
| mo, no" exclaimed the bishop, who, af-
| ter the first shock of surprise, considered
his wife's appearance a divine interpo-
! sition to eXtricate him from his present
| difficulty. Il am at liberty now. This
/ lady''-bowing in the direction of Marie
has finished her business.
| In GREATNESS suspense the bishop waited
| for Naric's response. With a half-piteous
/ glance he looked across at her. But as
/ he noted the triumphant expression i'm her
! cleaning eyes he felt that he could ex-
! peCt no quarter.
introduce me to your wife, Robertw
| said the Coincidence, in the most nat
! ural manner in the world.
Robert writhed in agony at this as
/ founding request. As to Mrs. Rawton
/ she was struck dumb with establishment
/ totally unable to understand this eng
/ matte encounter. Finally she contrived 10
/ ask:
"Parfaitement. madam. An old friend of
] Roberts" interrupted Marie. with con
summate GOODNESS. Then, taking an exquis-
/ lite little card-case from her reticule. she
/ handed Mrs Rawton card, on which that
/ lady read:
/ Madeuoiselle Marie Barber.
/ 100 Az. des Champs Elysees.
Theatre des Folies-C Continues.
Mrs. Rawton Immediately understood
/ that she was in the presence of her fu-
/ ture son-in-laws mother But she had