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THE BISHOP’S VAGABOND | PASSAGES FROM THE JOURNAL OF A SOCIAL WRECK | |
BY OCTAVE THANET | BY MARGARET FLOYD | |
LOST | STELLA GRAYLAND | |
BY EDWARD BELLAMY | BY JAMES T. McKAY | |
KIRBY’S COALS OF FIRE | THE IMAGE OF SAN DONATO | |
BY LOUISE STOCKTON | BY VIRGINIA W. JOHNSON |
Copyright, 1885, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS
By Octave Thanet.
⁂ Atlantic Monthly, January, 1884.
The Bishop was walking down the wide Aiken street. He was the onlybishop in Aiken, and they made much of him, accordingly, though hisdiocese was in the West, which of course was a drawback.
He was a tall man, with a handsome, kind face under his shovel hat;portly, as a bishop should be, and having a twinkle of humor in hiseye. He dressed well and soberly, in the decorous habiliments of hisoffice. “So English,” the young ladies of the Highland Park Hotel usedto whisper to each other, admiring him. Perhaps this is the time tomention that the Bishop was a widower.
To-day he walked at a gentle pace, repeatedly lifting his hat inanswer to a multitude of salutations; for it was a bright April day,and the street was thronged. There was the half-humorous incongruity[Pg 6]between the people and the place always visible in a place where twothirds of the population are a mere pleasant-weather growth, dependenton the climate