The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-10-14

little as ~ passed him the bread,
for she asss:. do you-all like Mary
land biscuit, sir? didn't dare to
have any, because people up here
don't like it. Even Herbert doesn't
like it,"
ITS delicious, said the bishop.
"And | haven't had any for five
years."
Wen have some for breakfast"
said Doris, beaming.
After supper they left the bishop
and the baby to sit cozlly by the fire.
The rector had to excuse himself to
wipe the dishes for Doris. The baby
drowsed against the bishops shoulder,
and the bishop smiled to himself lit
tie as, through the open door, he
watched the certor's laborious polish
ing of every plate.
The evening confirmation service
followed close on the dish-washing.
The bishop and the rector left Doris
to follow with the baby, for of course
the baby went to church. Doris had
answered the bishops inquiry in sur
prise at his surprise. She could not
go herself unless baby went. She al
ways bundled him up well, and he
usually went to sleep and was very
good
The frame church was crowded to
overlooking. People came from ev-
erywhere to hear the bishop, and yet
old Daniel Springer's criticism of his
preaching was perhaps true: 81 can't
remember what he says. All l know
is, after he's through, feel like shak-
ing hands with every man, woman,
and child in church"
Tonight the bishop found that he
had hard work to keep from preaching
to only one person, the girl who sat
in the front pew at his right, and held
gray wooden bundle pressed against
her heart, and had great brown eyes
and a mouth wistful with homesick-
| ness.
After service Doris saw the people
acting as she had never seen them act
after church. No sinking out Of
their pews with looks neither to right
or left, but moving about among
themselves with handshaking and a
| how-do-you-do for every one. Hand
shaking for Doris, too, in abundance;
she grew radiant with the warmth of
| it.
AS soon as the bishop came out of
the vestry, how they surged to speak
| to him, and how warmly he spoke to
them, remembering all, inquiring for
| all news of these two years. The peo-
pie, for their part, did not need to
ask the bishop about himself; in those
two years he had aged so much Some
of them turned away with quick tears.
Doris waited for the bishop until all
the congregation had left the church.
| They had brought lantern on ac-
count of the bishops failing sight, al
though the stars and snow made the
night luminous.
The bishop went up to his room
early, but not to go to bed. He had
| just seated himself to read when there
f, came tapping at his door. There
stood Doris, hooded and cloaked, a
strange, glad excitement in her face.
They've sent for mel" she exclaim-
| ed. Duncan Speers is suddenly much
worse, and his wife Is all alone with
him and the children, and they've
sent for Herbert, and sent for me!
They never sent for me before. But"
she hesitated, 81 don't know how long
we shall be gone,~ and there's the ba-
by's milk-could you" She stopped.
"Of course I could" said the bishop.
"But how do you do it,"
Come in our room; I'll show you.
Here's the oil-stove. You light it
here, and the milk ~ all ready in this
pan. You pour it through this funnel
into the bottle. He usually wakes up
about half-past one, and all he wants
is his milk. He'll go right to sleep
again. Will it be very much trouble
for you? l thought you'd know how
much l want to go to them"
ut will be fun!" declared the bish-
op, radiant and boyish. "Is he all
right now?" peering into the crib.
"Oh, yes. You-all can go to bed IL
you'll leave the doors open. You'll
hear him when IS wakes up"
The bishop did go to bed, but not
to sleep. He was much too happy for
that. Twice he stole in to find baby
still slumbering soundly. When one
o'clock came the bishop got up, put
on his dressing-gown, and sat holding
his watch, listening. At baby's first
whimper he was at the side Of the
crib. Baby blinked up at him, then
laughed and crowed, "Ga-ga-ga-ga!"
"Yes, little boy" said the bishop.
yes, grandpa's here. He's going to
get baby's milk ready. You light the
oil-stove this way, and the milk is
ready here in this pan., 1t will be hot
presently. Then grandpa must taste
it to see il it's all right" The baby
was watching the process through the
bars of the crib. "Then you pour 1t
into the bottle through this funnel,
and pop on this little rubber thing-um-
bob, and here we are"
The bishop laid the bottle on the ta-