Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1902-02-19
SAVED BY A WILD CRY

some delightful times at oxford to-
gether."
II should think sor the newcomer
assented. I'VE did have larks: What
days on the riverl And what nights
in co'legew
The bishop moved uneasily in his
chair Then he glanced at the bishop
ess and the two bishopinas. MY dear,"
he said, wriggling inside his black
apron, ''it is very hot in here. / think
win take Mr.. TraYers out in the gar
den little"
The bishOpess' face expressed sincere
relief. Mr.. Travers' talk tended not
to edifcation She, too, glanced at the
bishopinas. II would, Edward, If l
| wore YOU" she answered. Perhaps
Mr.. Travers smokes. He might like
cigar"
"Ah, you don't smoke now. Them
Travers put in, with note of surprise.
''Well, that's odd. Given 1t up? Must
have cost him wrench, though, Mrs.
| Mitchell Never saw him at oxford
without short brier root in his mouth,
| DdI ElldUtl vi A(iN II 4hAlNlSts
The bishop rose solemniy, stood for
moment by the open window, with
| his episcopal legs In studied attitude
of episcopal doubt, and then led the
way into the garden. 1t was beauti-
full West Indian night. Tropical moon
light lay pale green upon the floor of
the yeranda. Firefiies fitted in anu
out. The scent of large white flowers
| was heavy on the air. Travers thought
it all beautiful. He had only arriv-
ed 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 Il sequestered
spot at the farthest end of the veranda,
placing long deck chair for Travers
where he was least likely to be over
heard by the two bishopinas.
YES" he continued in Il bland pro-
fessional murmur, 1--WE have a great
| work here, and l feel that abstinence
from all appearance of evil is a neces-
sity of my usefulness"
John Travers lighted cigar. Its
smoke blew toward the bishop. "Capi-
tai tobacco one gets here" Travers re-
| marked.
The bishop shifted it regretfully. at
has a delicious fragrance, 1 will ad-
nit" he answered with reluctance.
Travers leaned back in his chair and
watched the fireflies as they fitted.
The air was balmy. "Ah, what times
we had at Oxford he went on reflect
| ing what times we had there, Mitch
ELL Do you remember that saucy little
girl who used to sell flowers at the cor
ner near the Randolph? A pretty bit of
fluff. Polly Peach they called her.
What fun we had chatting her! Well,
she's married a doctor now and has
son at Brasenose."
81 am glad to hear it." the bishop an
swered, putting his thumbs and fcTe
fingers together Though she was a
frivolous young woman. she was not
wholly lacking in-in what | may ven
ture to call the essentials If refinement.
And We must remember she was plac-
ed in a position of some temptation"
Eyes, she's married." Travers went
on, 'to a Doctor as / say. l think you
knew him. Oh, of course. We were at
a drunk together at his rooms in Bal
IDOL"
II remember taking wine" the blsh-
op admitted after pause, with a man
named Holmes there"
1.-THE same! The very fellow! What
a way he had with the girls too, And
then the bonfire! Do you remember
our bonfire on the 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 We're almost sent down
for it?
The bishop hesitated. II have some
indistinct recollection that there was a
bonfire" he allowed ut last obviously.
"Was a bonfire! Why. my dcar fol-
low, 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 &C the
quad, while the other men wanted to
pile and light them against the hall and
chapel"
The bishops face was rigid with ter
ror.
Just then cry rose on the air from
a cottage not far off--a weird, shrill
cry, as of women wailing.
whats thatT' Travers asked. with
start
Saved, saved. The bishop gasped with
Joy. He remembered that Travers had
had typhoid at college and lived ever
afterward in bodily dread of zymotic
diseases. THAT" he replied in very
calm and measured tones. "ls-only \
negro wake. The women are wailing
and keening after their kind over one
of their people who has died in this
epidemic. | regret TO say, owing TO our
imperfect sanitary arrangements, such
scenes are too common. We grow per-
haps TO disregard them with almost I'M
Christian lack Of sympathy"
epidemic? What epidemic?"
The bishop stretched truth as far as
1t would so. yellow jack" he answer
ed in an unconcerned voice Very bad
here at present They are dying by
thousands. the whites and browns es-
pecially. 1t attacks newcomers most of