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Title: Stories by American Authors, Volume 7
Author: Various
Release Date: January 31, 2010 [EBook #31134]
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VOLUME VII
_THE BISHOP'S VAGABOND_
BY OCTAVE THANET
_LOST_
BY EDWARD BELLAMY
_KIRBY'S COALS OF FIRE_
BY LOUISE STOCKTON
_PASSAGES FROM THE JOURNAL OF A SOCIAL WRECK_
BY MARGARET FLOYD
_STELLA GRAYLAND_
BY JAMES T. McKAY
_THE IMAGE OF SAN DONATO_
BY VIRGINIA W. JOHNSON
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1896
COPYRIGHT, 1885, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
_The Stories in this Volume are protected by copyright, and are
printed here by authority of the authors or their representatives._
[Illustration: Very truly yours,
Octave Thanet]
THE BISHOP'S VAGABOND.
BY OCTAVE THANET.
_Atlantic Monthly, January, 1884._
The Bishop was walking down the wide Aiken street. He was the only
bishop in Aiken, and they made much of him, accordingly, though his
diocese 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 his
eye. He dressed well and soberly, in the decorous habiliments of his
office. "So English," the young ladies of the Highland Park Hotel used
to whisper to each other, admiring him. Perhaps this is the time to
mention that the Bishop was a widower.
To-day he walked at a gentle pace, repeatedly lifting his hat in
answer to a multitude of salutations; for it was a bright April day,
and the street was thronged. There was the half-humorous incongruity
between the people and the place always visible in a place where two
thirds of the population are a mere pleasant-weather growth, dependent
on the climate. Groups of Northerners stood in the red and blue and
green doorways of the gay little
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