Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1902-01-22

SAVED BY A WILD CRY

some delightful times at Oxford to-
, getller.''
, 81 should think So" the newcomer
assented. I'VE did have larks! What
days on the river! And what nights
in college"
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, lit is very hot in here. think
l will take Mr.. Travers out in the gar,
den a little"
The bishopess' face expressed sincere
relief. Mr. Travers' talk tended not
to edilication. She, too glanced at the
bishopinas. Il would. Edward, if |
were you she answered. perhaps
Mr. Travers smokes. He might like
cigar"
"Ah, You don't smoke now, then?'
Travers put in, with note of surprise.
"Well. that's odd. Given it up? Must
have cost him Il wrench. though. Mrs.
Mitchell. Never saw him at Oxford
without short brier root in his mouth,
bar chapel or lecture. Did I, Mitchell? 2"
The bishop rose solemnly. stood for
a moment by the open window, with
his episcopal legs in a studied attitude
OF episcopal doubt, and then led the
way into the garden. 1t was a beauti
full West Indian night. Tropical moon
light lay pale green upon the floor of
the veranda. Firetlies fitted in and
out. The scent of large white flowers
was heavy on the air. Travers thought
1t all beautiful. He had only arrv-
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 a 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 bshopinas.
YES" he continued in a bland pro-
fesptonal murmur, eve have great
work here, and l feel that abstinence
from al appearance of evil is neces-
sity of my usefulness
John Travers lighted a cigar. Its
smoke blew toward the bishop. Capt
tai tobacco one gets here" Travers re-
marked.
The bishop shifted it regretfully at
has delicious fragrance, l will ad-
nit" he answered with reluctance.
Travers leaned back in his chair and
watched the fireties 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 doctor now and has a
son at Brasenose.'
Il an glad to hear it," the bishop an |
swered, putting his thumbs and fore
fingers together. Though she was a
frivolous young woman. she was not !
wholly lacking in-in what l may ven
ture to call the essentials of refinement.
And we must remember she was plac-
ed in position of some temptation"
Yes, she's married." Travers went
on. ito a doctor. as l say. think you
knew him. Oh, of course. We We're at
Il drunk together at his rooms in Bal
liol"
81 remember taking Wine" the bish-
op admitted after a pause. with man
named Holmes there"
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 something or
other for the dons and made jolly
good blaze and were almost sent down
FOR it?'
The bishop hesitated. II have some I
ndistinct recollection that there was a
oonfire,' he allowed at last obviously.
WAS a bonfire! Why, my dear fell
ow, you We're all but sent packing for
t. You can't possibly forget. You were
ct off on the ground that most of the
ther men were much more drunk than
on; you were just sober enough to
ght the fagots in the middle of the
uad, while the other men wanted to
lie and light them against the hall and
hapel."
The bishops face was rigid with ter
Or. /
just then a cry rose on the air from =,
cottage not far off-a weird. shrill n
~ as of women wailing.
whats that ?"STravers asked, with a
tart.
Saved, saved. The bishop gasped with
~. He remembered that Travcrs had
nd typhoid at college and lived ever
in bodily dread of 7ymotic
seases. That" he replied in very
I'm and measured tones. lis only r,
gro wake. The women are wailing ~
I'd keenng after their kind over one
hot, a; Al, |