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The Worried Bishop;
"Mr . Wray , can you not help me ? " cried tlie bishop anxiously . Thus addressed , Cecil advanced a step or txvo , sprang into the air , and made a clutch Avith his hand . A diminution of noise folloAved . After a minute ' s pause came a second leap and snatch . Less noise still . A third movement ; ancl there xvas
perfect silence . " The annoyance is over , my lord , " said tlie young man , quietly . Holding out his hands , xvhich Avere firmly clutched , he remarked , " I had better take my prisoners into the hall , ancl dismiss them at the outer door . "
" Kill them ! " saicl the prelate , quickly , — "kill them by all means !—exterminate them , or they xvill visit ns again !" Cecil took the hint , and withdrexv . On his return a fexv minutes afterwards , the standish Avas again brought forward , and the letter completed , addressed , ancl signed . Wray momentarily expected its passing into his possession . The writer , hoAvex r er ,
paused OA'er his performance ; and then gazed long and kindly into his young A'isitor ' s earnest eyes . He spoke at last , ancl with feeling . " Letters like these , Mr . Wray , are read , ancl throAvn aside . They meet Avith a ciAil answer , but are barren of results . I have no hold ox er Dr . Fisher . J liave nothing to give him in return !"
The tone in which this latter remark was made conveyed a world of meaning . " I only AA'ish I coulcl serve you in some other Avay . Believe me , the AA'ill is not wanting if I had the power . " " Say you so , my lord ? " cried Cecil , earnestly . " I clo , " returned the prelate , in a cordial , hearty , tone .
" Then you will , perhaps , listen to Avhat I learned accidentally this morning . Mr . Wharrham , vicar of Tingexvorth , is dead . " Dr . Umphelby started . " The benefice is very small ¦ " " About . £ 180 . per annum , " suggested the bishop , correcting !*' . . " Will your lordship collate to it my kind benefactorMr .
, Gladxvin : a curate of unblemished character , and of twenty-tAvo years' standing in your lordship ' s diocese ?" " So ! Mr . Warrham is dead ! " saicl the prelate , musingly . " How did he die ? Suddenly ?" "Yes , my lord , in an apoplectic fit . It seized him Avhen at table . "
" Ah ! " cried the bishop ; " I always apprehended that fate for him . He Avas not an abstemious man . He had many excellencies , and but one fault—a very great , a A'ery grievous , a
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The Worried Bishop;
"Mr . Wray , can you not help me ? " cried tlie bishop anxiously . Thus addressed , Cecil advanced a step or txvo , sprang into the air , and made a clutch Avith his hand . A diminution of noise folloAved . After a minute ' s pause came a second leap and snatch . Less noise still . A third movement ; ancl there xvas
perfect silence . " The annoyance is over , my lord , " said tlie young man , quietly . Holding out his hands , xvhich Avere firmly clutched , he remarked , " I had better take my prisoners into the hall , ancl dismiss them at the outer door . "
" Kill them ! " saicl the prelate , quickly , — "kill them by all means !—exterminate them , or they xvill visit ns again !" Cecil took the hint , and withdrexv . On his return a fexv minutes afterwards , the standish Avas again brought forward , and the letter completed , addressed , ancl signed . Wray momentarily expected its passing into his possession . The writer , hoAvex r er ,
paused OA'er his performance ; and then gazed long and kindly into his young A'isitor ' s earnest eyes . He spoke at last , ancl with feeling . " Letters like these , Mr . Wray , are read , ancl throAvn aside . They meet Avith a ciAil answer , but are barren of results . I have no hold ox er Dr . Fisher . J liave nothing to give him in return !"
The tone in which this latter remark was made conveyed a world of meaning . " I only AA'ish I coulcl serve you in some other Avay . Believe me , the AA'ill is not wanting if I had the power . " " Say you so , my lord ? " cried Cecil , earnestly . " I clo , " returned the prelate , in a cordial , hearty , tone .
" Then you will , perhaps , listen to Avhat I learned accidentally this morning . Mr . Wharrham , vicar of Tingexvorth , is dead . " Dr . Umphelby started . " The benefice is very small ¦ " " About . £ 180 . per annum , " suggested the bishop , correcting !*' . . " Will your lordship collate to it my kind benefactorMr .
, Gladxvin : a curate of unblemished character , and of twenty-tAvo years' standing in your lordship ' s diocese ?" " So ! Mr . Warrham is dead ! " saicl the prelate , musingly . " How did he die ? Suddenly ?" "Yes , my lord , in an apoplectic fit . It seized him Avhen at table . "
" Ah ! " cried the bishop ; " I always apprehended that fate for him . He Avas not an abstemious man . He had many excellencies , and but one fault—a very great , a A'ery grievous , a