The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1908-07-03


which might have taken place in the
history of the world since chaos took
definite form.
The impression she seemed DESTROYS
IF conveying was that, through no
fault of her own, all well-regulated and
easily understood things had been
swept away and that chaos once more
reigned supreme, but as yet | was
wholly unenlightened concerning the
situation, save that Constantia had
vice given utterance to the plaintive
exclamation:
THE poor. dear bishop-how could
ne let himself be so carried away"
| am used to Constantia, IL being
low some twenty-odd years since be-
came Mr.. Constantia, If l may so de-
scribe myself, and | was therefore
reasonably sure that IL | refrained
rom hurrying her into explanations 1t
would shortly become clear to me not
only by whom the dear bishop had
been carried away, but also whittier
ne had been carried.
Constantia is the best, the most af-
'ectionate of wives, and has me on her
mind TO perfectly proper extent, but
all that portion of her mind which is
lot occupied by me and my affairs is
weighted down with anxiety concern
ng the cathedral the dear bishop and
he welfare of the diocese.
We are constantly engaged in per-
| fecting plans for the health and happi-
ness of all three, and of late we have
devoted no small portion of our time
and skill to marrying the dear bishop
| to Mrs. Peter Cantear, Constantia
being firmly persuaded that this is
eminently desirable no less for the
cathedral and the diocese than for the
dear bishop himself. OF Mrs. Peter
Cantear | can only say that she ap-
pears TO back Constantia in the mat
ter, the bishop appears quiescent, as
bishop properly should. The one
disturbing element is Caroline.
Caroline is Constantia's niece, and
hough she is adorable | thank heaven
she Is not my niece, or Constantia
would certainly blame me for disturb
lnces due to Carolines vivacious in
luences.
Vivacity may be carried to fault,
Constantia says, and Caroline holds as
we'll some most unOrthodox views,
,ontending, for example, that bishops
are human, and that Mrs. Peter Can
ear is a prim bundle OF WORKOUT
)latitudes. If Caroline. so pretty, so
brilliant and so gay, may be compared
anything so disagreeable as thorn,
should certainly say she was the one
horn of Constantia's otherwise salts
actory life.
That Caroline was to blame for the
present crisis l guessed even before |
vas informed, but that Mrs. Peter Can
ear had witnessed the whole affair
vas a mischance for which | was un-
prepared. And then the moon
lad forgotten that there was a moon
)ut, of course, being so, 1t gave the
hing away with a completeness which
10 diplomacy of Constantia's could
ever hope TO set straight again. The
stars in their courses fought against
Ter, and wasn't 1t precisely like Mrs
wrong place at exactly the wrong mo
nent?
| said as much to Constantia, but
earned / had misplaced the blame
1ut for Caroline, il seemed, Mrs. Peter
Cantear might have been anywhere
and at any time, without the present
disastrous consequences. Disastrous
vas the word, said Constantia, yes
certainly, disastrous.
1t began, the disastrous circum
stance, like great many other un
fortunate occurrences, In the most
innocent possible way. What could
De more harmless than an evening
guild meeting in the parish house
what more suggestive of good works
md peace of spirit? What could be
more uplifting? II evidently sc
wrought upon the bishop that he de
sired a season Of peaceful communion
With himself to Offset 1t, and declining
he offer of Mrs. Peter Cantear'i
. sleigh to convey him home, he set of
. With that youthful, elastic step that sc
. lelied his so years and was so entire
y characteristic of the bishop.
The cold, though intense. was brisl
and bracing, the snow gave out tina
breaking sound beneath his tread
which we always associate with Christ
mas and with cheeriness, and which
gives to most of us that delicious
, nostalgia for the things we left behinC
: is with our childhood. The moor
shone over all with an unequaleC
)rilliance.
"A perfect night" said the bishop
{ rs he turned TO say goodnight
o Mrs. Peter Cantear; and Mrs
Peter Cantear agreed. She did no
hen know 1t for a night whose perfec
ion was to be marred for her by
tremendous dint from an unkind fate
The bishop proceeded without let o
lindrance until he came to the tol
If the McVickars' hill, dow
whose smooth white glistening length
he world and his wife were busily an,
nerrily engaged in coasting. Oh. II 4
lutte the swagger thing-everyon
. ooaotinO this winter penDla civ