The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-02-17
THE BISHOP FORGETS.
By katharine Glasse Newell.

! Copyright, 1922, by Wheeler Syn
dictate, Inc.)
The Bishop was human, though
his diocese seemed to think he was
endowed with many attributes not
conforming to the laws that gov
ern the limits Of mans physical en-
durance Being newly elected
| bishop, he had toured his diocese
day and night, attending receptions
in his honor, answering addresses
! of welcome, advising on church
/ business, eating everything out Of
season and hours; taking 40 winkS
: in hot sleepers, nursing up hand
! that had been shaking until it was
a mass of raw nerves, it seemed.
Yes, he was undoubtedly too hu-
man for a bishop, he inwardly con-
| fessed, as he reused himself from
sleep with splitting headache, and
| the horrible fact that he had to at
| tend another and by far the most
important of all the receptions, the
one that would welcome him TO the
diocesan city.
AS he blinked round at the ascot
ic luxury of the bedroom, he longed
for the sunIit shabbiness of his old
rectory; even the bare room, his
headquarters under shell fire, seem
ed more like home than this vast
apartment. He did not want to be
bishop. but his protests had been
swamped by the voices of thousands
who had been determined to heap
honors on a brave soldier Of the
church.
DfrI fav=
bishop, being only As. He wasn't
handsome, and he wasn't plain, be-
cause when he smiled he had glis-
tening white teeth, and his eyes had
a soft glow in them. Moreover, his
tall figure had gained strength from
military training and hardship had
hardened every piece of flesh to
perfection. What worried him now
was that being bishop would leave
him no time to keep himself trainn-
ed down to this muscular perfec-
ton. Even now the life was telling
on him. And the Bishop rebelled.
Dismissing the maid from the
dining room, he regarded the break
fast table YEARLY. His appetite had
flown. Then the reception arose
before him in sickening dismay.
Perhaps a walk in the cool spring
morning would settle his jangie1
nerves. He hastily dressed for the
street. Looking in the glass, he
realized that his cleical collar
would make him liable to be hailed
as the new bishop. Quick as a fash
he rummaged among his collars and
withdrew one OF the laity cut. He
fastened his overcoat we'll about
his neck as he left the house
The Cathedral rose inspiringly !
before his gaze against soft spring /
sky. The organ pealed out through !
the open doors and wonderful voices |
mingled with the music. The choir |
were practising for the service be- !
fore the grand reception that eve
ming. The Bishop rushed on-any-
where away from the hint of the or
deal.
1t seemed he wandered miles !
around the narrow, dirty streets be- |
fore he finally found himself on
Cathedral street, the fashionable /
district, as well as the most popu- !
lar for shoppers of every walk in /
life. 1t was then the Bishop real
lied he was hungry. He walked !
into a restaurant where food was
being cooked in sight of the pub
lie. The Bishop supposed he had ]
seen this done hundreds of times |
before in big cities. but he had new
er been in the mood to notice it.
The tables were filled with din
ers, mostly women and girls. eat
ing soup and crackers, dabbing
their noses with powder and touch