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

mo matter, Ten the bishop "a lady
wishes 10 speak TO him on urgent busI-
and the elegant visitor sat down and
commenced toying wItn parasOl thaU
represented a small fortune. with ITS
. uelcate lace and j-welled handle. Banks
. Juarg and announced.
inere "a lady in the salon who wishes
/ 70 see sou, Dly LORD.
The oniy lady The bishop expected to
see was LAS arlatocratc spouse. ne there
"wny not say at once that it is Mrs.
/ .Eut il is not Mrs. Rawton. my lord
( 10 is lazy who declines TO ave her
I gent business"
4 cry good. ] will 60
Tho door OF the salon stood atar As
I the plsnc3 entered go sound Of ms foo,-
/ steps was heard. The lady was seated
Win her back TO the higu windows. Inc
bishop had time 10 detail the graceful
cuaFm OF an attractive face. lie
| coughed slightly; las visitor hastily
Bon jour. madame" began the bishop.
/ ho"lng politely. 81 am afraid ] have NOT
I inc honor cf your acquaintance.
Ills lOrdship uttered this last phrase
[ Win "a certain embarrassed hesitation.
/ Tor he mad a vague. uneasy consciousness
/ that she was not stranger TO him bur
/ me- was greatly perpIeNCu; the iady her
/ SER dluered so completely from the or
I dlndly type of clerical feminlnlty. Where
7 n
I foyal specimen OF womanhoCd; a splendid
/ creature. not over thirty. graceful i'm her
/ every movement with Inquire almost
! OElfntal ia It's NoluptuOus contours, a
/ beautiful clear complexion, suffused with
an Italian warmth, golden hair. and
flashing black eyes She was dressed
| WIN tEat nnIshed elegance OF which the
! Parlsienne has mOnopolized the secret:
her trock was a triumph. her hat was a
poem, ana every dainty accessory re-
Nealed the absolutely perfect taste of
woman long accustomed to lavish money
as caprice dictated. But her eyesi They
haunted MIN, and disturbed his mentai
The lady ceased to toy with her parasol
ana stalt ed up She appeared TO be as ag
ltated as he was himself.
am taking" she said in clear silvery
tones In which there was slight quiz
e., ptt my MISSION is an extremely diff
sac paused. hesitated. and finally stopp-
Ell. Inc bishop bowed I'm grave eXpecta-
ton. can thls overture be the prelude
to AN assault on my episcopal PURSE
thought hc. This silence increased his
FAIR. visitors ombaIrass ment. She drew
icfJh q ctunty lace handkerchief, applied
1t TO her humid eyes, as If to wipe away
an incpient lear
Yes she continued. in tones of fer
Vor, as the divine still paused for an eX-
PLANTATION, You and you alone can assist
me. ca have il in your power to serve
a distressed widowed mother. who looks
to you for help in her great sOrrOW.'
Her pathetic accents touched the bish-
ops heart. His pcrpleNity increased every
moment. Though the elegance of her at
tire precludcd all possibility Of her being
beggdr he put mis- hand in his pocket
and rev out his wallet.
mo. No" excla'med the lady, eager
~. IT IS not money. i IS justice l want:
Let me tell you my story; al IS very
brief"
with an air Of patient resignation the
bishop seated himself In the opposite arm
chair, fully prepared for the iniictlon of
one of those interminable tales of woe
with which he was so familiar.
ITO come to the point without loss of
/ time resumed the lady in business
like tone which almost startled the bish-
OBJ. ~ few weeks ago your daughter &C
CeptC5 the addresses of my son Castor.
She agreed to marry him provided you
gave your consent. That consent you
have refused My son-qu.te as proud as
any bishOp-immediately Withdrew ms
offer. But he is wretchedly unhappy. l
say nothing about your daughters state
of mind-ccla, c'est Vctre affaire-but i
viii not have my sons happiness wreck
ed without making strong EFFORT 10 save
him. You, who know French Lille so We'll,
must be aware that we French mothers
watch over our children happiness with
Jealous care. instead of allowing them to
drift through life without guide as
English mothers do0
The tender mother again broke out into
/ a paroxysm of sobs. During this speech
| the waxy, pink tnts of the bishops full
/ face had turned deep crimson with an
/ ger. His blood was termented TO leNeF
/ heat by the audacty of this creature,
\ with her absurd story OF her son nap
piness and her maternal solcitude
Madame" said he, making an EFFORT
/ to speak calmly, your errand is quite IN
/ vain. On no consideration will l consent
| to my daughters marriage with come
/ With the idea of terminating the in
/ tervew the bishop rose from his seat
/ and stood with his back TO the royai
/ coat of arms. To his great surprise the
/ lady suddenly ceased to weep. Rising
/ from her chair with a nervous gesture,
] che hqr into X
I ct walked toward him, and confronted
him with eyes blazing with anger.
"ahi ah. On no consideration" she
! reDeated darling at him a glance of with
/ ering contempt when you have heard
the rest of my story you Will change
Never madame"' he Numbered forth.
''and further entreaties are useless, /
/ win never withdraw my opposition. No
ter.'' 1''''' ~
TO his surprise and CONSERVATION the
| lady burst forth into a peal of laughter.
/ The next moment she had risen and APP
/ Droached him. and with a smile of odious
/ familiarity. which almost frooze the blood
/ in his veins. had tapped the bishop on
the shoulder with the tip of her dainty
"Wynat. Dobbyr she exclaimed. her darl,
eyes flashing and twinkling with malice,
What. Nane?" he gasped, in hoarse
tones.
ful DAYS He saw himself a young curate,
fresh from college. paying visit to Par
is madly i'm love with the piquant "cais-
sere' of a smart cafe in the Fauhourg St.
Honore. With a shudder he thought o.
I those oVer-passionate love letters he had
written to the cafe-keeper's handsome
daughter. the fervert kisses he had
spatched from those ruby lips
Eyes" continued Marie Barber; at is
the Marie whom you deceived and desert
ed to marry a rich Anglaise the Marie
whose happiness you ruined as you are
now trying TO ruin her sons, the Marie
who despite your betrayal, has loved
you-her first loVe-an her life; who has
treasured an your passionate epistles
written in the fervor of pure and ma My
passion
AT these words, spoken with dramatic
effect, the bishop was seized with a mortal
fear She had kept his letters,
Marie was now standing quite close TO
the bishop, watching the effect produced
on him by her dramatic declaration Not
wlthstanding the change that was visible
. in Mademoisselle Barber, despite the ele-
gance Of her diction. the distinction re-
hVealed in her manner and style. he rec
4 ognized the old fash in her dark eyes
that captivating smile which had stormed
his bovish heart
"Eh! bien?" she asked. May hope that
you viii give your consent now mon
seigneur2'
"Never," again thundered the bishop