The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-01-24

away I"
"What 7" exclaimed the Bishop
"you don't mean to say that"
"Yes, love. Our husband, William
Brown, died ON Monday, and on Thurs
day Brigham had vision, in which he
was directed to seal us to you; and 81
he performed the ceremony at once by
proxy"
Th-th-th- thunder (" observed tho
Bishop in general sort of way.
"And, darling, we are all living with
You now,-we and the dear children"
Children children !" exclaimed
Bishop Potts, turning pale; "you don't
mean to say that there is pack of chill
dren too?"
Yes, love, but only one hundred and
twenty-five, not counting the eight twins
and the triplet.'
Wha-wha-wha- what a. you say p
gasped the Bishop, in cold prespiration
some hundred and twenty-five One
hundred and twenty-five children and
twenty more wives 1t il too much-it is
awful !" and the Bishop sat down and
groaned, while the late Mrs. Brown, the
bride, stood around in semicircle, and
famed him with her bonnets, all except
the red-haired one, and she in her trep-
idation made futile effort to fan him
with the coal-scuttle.
But after while the Bishop became
reconciled to his new alliance, knowing
we'll that protests would be unavailing !;
80 he walked home, holding as many of
the little hands of the bride as he could
conveniently grasp in his, while the red
haired woman carried his umbrella and
marched in front Of the parade to remove
Instructions and to scare off small boys.
When the Bishop reached the house,
he went around among the cradles which
filed the back parlor and the two second
story rooms, and attempted with such
earneetness to become acquainted with
his new sons and daughters that he set
the whole one hundred and twenty-five
and the twins to crying, while his own
original fifteen stood around and joined
in the chorus. Then the Bishop went
out and sat on the garden fence to whit
tie stick and solemnly think, while Mrs.
Potts distributed herself around in
twenty-three places and soothed the chill
dren. It occurred to the Bishop while
he unused, out there on the fence, that
he had not enough mouth-organs to 60
around the children as the family now
stood and SO, rather than seem to be
partial, he determined to go back to San
Francisco for one hundred and forty-four
more.
So the Bishop repacked his carpet-bag
and began again to bid farwell to his
family. He tenderly kissed all of Mrs.
Potts who were at home, and started for
the depot, while Mrs. Potts stood at the
various windows and waved her hand
kerchiefs at him-all except the woman
with the red hair, and she, in fit of
Observation-Disclosures, held one of the twins
by the leg and brandished it at Potts as
he flew down the street.
The Bishop reached San Francisco,
completed his purchases, and was just
about to get on the train with his IA
mouth organs, when telegram was
handed him. 1t contained information
to the effect that the authenticated Mrs.
Potts had just had daughter. This
induced the Bishop to return to the city
for the purpose Of purchasing an addi-
tional organ.
On the following Saturday he returned
home. As he approached his house
swarm Of young children flew out of the
front gate and ran toward him, shouting,
7" There's pa Here comes pa! Oh,
pa, but we're glad to see you Hurrah
for pa (" etc.
The Bishop looked at the children as
they focked around him and chung to
his legs and coat, and was astonished to
perceive that they were neither his nor
the late Browns. He said, "You
youngsters have made mistake / am
not your father" and the Bishop smiled
good-naturedly.
"Oh, yes, you are though !" screamed
the little ones in chorus.
But ! say am not, said the Bishop
severely, and frowning "you ought to
be ashamed of yourselves. Don't you
know where story-tellers go? It is scan
dalous for you to violate the truth in