The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-06-09
A COLLEGE CHUM.

"Yss," the bishop remarked rvflsctivsly,
80 you say, Travers, We had some q,
hehtful times NJ Oxford togethsr."
II should think sol" the nevcorner ~.
esutsd. I'VE did have larksi Whit days
on the yivsri And what nights In collsgvl'
The bishop moved uncssily I'm his ohsir.
Then he glanced at tho bishopsss and tho
two bishopinas. my doar," he said,
wriggling inside bis black apron, ST is
very hot In here. think will take Mr..
Trayers out In the garden a little"
Tho bishopess' face expressed sincere re-
lief. Mr.. Trayers' talk tended not to edif. =.
cation. She, too, glanced at the bishopipas.
II would Edward, II were you" she an
swerod. Perhaps Mr.. Travers smokes.
He might liko cigar" She threw cut
tho hint In tho flSSn voice Of one who Inn
plies that tobacco within the house was
not permissible at Bishopstow.
"Ah, you don't smoke now, them"
Irayers Put In, with note of surprise.
"Woil, thnt's odd. Given 10 up? Must have
cost him wrench, though, Mrs. Mitch
ell. Never saw him at Oxford without "a
short briar root In his mouth, bar chapel
or lecture. Did /, MitchollY"
The bishop rose solcmply, stood for
moment by the open window, with his
episcopal legs in a studied attitude of epis-
copal doubt, and then lod the way into the
garden. 1t was a beautiful West Indian
night; tropical moonlight lay pale green
upon the floor of the yeranda; Arefiies flit-
ted In and out; tho scent Of large white
nowcrs was heavy on the air. Travers
thought 1t all beautiful. He had only ar
rived at Tortuga that morning and had
come straight up to Bishopstow to make
his first impression Of the tropics under
his old friends roof and his old friends
auspices.
The bishop selected seluestered spot mt
the farthest end of the veranda, placing a
long deck chair for Travers, where he was
least likely 10 be overheard by the two
bishopinas
YES" he continued In a bland profess
Gional murmur, 1--WE have q great work
here, and feel that abstinence from all
appearance Of evil is necessity Of my
usefulness.
John Travers lighted cigar. It's smoke
blew toward tho bishop. "Capital tobacco
one gets here," Travers remarked.
The bishop shifted 1t regretfully. "It
has delicious fragrance, will admit"
he answered with reluctance
Travers leaned back In his chair and
watched the flreflies as they fitted. The
air was balIny. "Ah, what times we had
at Oxford" he went on rejecting. "What
times we had there, Mitchell DO you re-
member that ssucy little girl who used to
sell flowers at the corner near the Ran
dolphp A pretty bit OF fluff. Polly Peach
they called her. What fun we had chatting
her! Well, she's married doctor now,
and has son at Brasenose.
~ am glad to hear It," the bishop an
swered, putting his thumbs and forefln-
gers together. Though she was frivo-
lous young woman, she was not wholly
lacking in-in what may venture to call
tho essentials Of refinement And we must
remember she was placed in a position Of
some temptation"
Eyes, she's married." Travers went on,
"to doctor, as say. think you knew
him. Oh, Of course. We were at a drunk
together at his rooms in Ballioll"
II recollect taking wine," the bishop
admitted after pause, with q man
named Holmes there
"Tho same! The very fcllowl What n
way he had with the girls too! And then
the bonfire! Do you remember our bonfire
on tho night our Torpid beat Christchurch
and Oriel? How you brought out fagots
into the quad after the bump supper, and
remarked that you didn't care a something
or other for the dons. and made a jolly
good blaze, and were almost sent down for
itY"
The bishop hesitatcd. "I have some
indistinct recollection that there was a
bonfire" bo allowed at last obviously.
"Was a bonfrel Why, my dear fellow
you were all but sent packing for It, You
can't possibly forget. You were let off on
the ground that most of the other men
were much more drunk than you; you
were just sober enough to light the fagots
In the middle Of the quad, while the other
men wanted to pile and light them against
the hall and chdpel."
The bishops face was rigid with terror,
Just then cry roso on the air from a
cottage not fnr off-a weird, shrill cry. as
of women wailing.
whats that?" Travers asked. with n
start
Saved, saved! The bishop gasped with
JOY. He remembered that Travers had had
typhoid at college and lived ever afterward
In bodily dread ofzymotio diseases "That,"
no replied, In very calm and measured
tones. "is-only negro wake. The women
nre wailing and keening after their kind
over one Of their people who has died In
this epidemic. I regret to say, owing to
our imperfect sanitary arrangements such
scenes are too common. We grow perhaps
to disregard them with almost un Christian
laok of sympathy"
"Epidemioi What epidemicS"
The bishop stretched truth as far az It
would go. yellow jack" he answered
In an unconcerned voice. "vefy bad here
at present. They arc dying by thousands,
the whites and browns, especially. It
attacks newcomers most Of all. People Of
norid complexion and full habit Of body,
fresh out from England, are almost sure
Travers rose In horror. He was fresh
colored and full blooded. "Is IL all over
tho islandss' he asked, with marked eager
ness.
The bishop gave dramatic pause
mot In Barbados" he answered slowly
barbados IL quite wholesome. There's
a steamer to Barbados tomorrow morn
ing. Grant Allen in Sketch.
Early War EnIistments.
1t is almost impossible now. saws Colo