The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1873-01-16
BISHOP POTTS OF SALT LAKE,
ny MAX ADrLER.

father Of fifteen children, Early in the
winter the Bishop determined that his lit.
tie ones should have good time ou Christ
mas 80 be determined to take trip down
to San Francisco to see what he could Gnd
10 the shape of toys with which to crafty
and auu8o them, The good Bishop pack
ed bis carpct.bag, embraced Mrs. Potts one
BY one, ard kissed each Other aIfcciiouato-
ly, and started upon his journey,
He was gone little more tlau week,
When be came back with fifteen beautiful
mouta.orguus in bis valisc for his dnrlings
lie got out Of the train at Salt Lake, think
ing how joyous aud czhilarating it would
be 1T home on Christmas morning when
the whole fifteen Of these mOuth.organs
should be in operation upon different tunes
at the same moment. But just Us he en-
tered the depot be saw group of women
standing in the ladies room apparently
waiting for him. As soon ms he approach.
ed, the twenty Of them rushed up, threw
heir arms about bis neck, and kissed him
cxclajming:
"0h, Theodore, We are $3.50 glad you
have come backl Welcome bomol Wei.
come, dear, dear ThCodorcl Welcome
once more to the bosom Of your family
Aud then the entire score OF them fell up.
on bis neck and cried over his shirt front
and musscl him
The Bishop seemed surprised and EN-
barrasscd Struggling to discugago Lim-
self, he blushcd and said:
Really, ladies, this kind Of thing
is we'll enough-it it is interesting and all
tha.; but there must be some kind Of a
that is, an awkward sort of a-excuso me
ladies, but there seems to be, as it we're, a
slight misunderstanding about tho-l an
Bishop Potts.
I'VE know It, We know it, dearest"
they exclaimed in chorus; aud We are 50
slgd d gau.sale, saa Bqpq. ehays
aIbcca right vel. while Sou were away
love"
ut grati6es me, remarked the Bishop
ito learn that none Of you have been a
prey to disease. am filled with blissful
serenity when / contemplate the fact; but
really | do not understand why you,sheuld
rush into the railway station and hug me
because your livcrs are active aud your di-
gestion good. Tue precedent is bad; it is
dangerousI"
"0h, but we didn't" they exclaimed in
chorus. 1--WE came here to welcome you
because youare our husband"
Pardon me, but there must be some
littlc-that is to say, as it we're, | should
think not. Women, you have mistaken
your man"
"Oh, no, dOarest!" they shouted; 1--WE
we're married to you while you we're
away"
What" exclaimed the Bishop "you
don't mean to sag that"
eyes, love. Our husband, William
Brown, died on Monday, and on Thurs
day Brigham had vision in which he wos
directed to seal US to you; and so he per-
formed the ceremony at once by proxy"
9Th th.th.th uodcrl' observed the Bisb
op, in general sort of way.
"And, darling, we are living with you
now-we and the dear children"
"Childrcu! children" exclaimed Bishop
Potts, turning pale; "yOu don't mean to
say that there is pack Of children, too?"
"Ycs, love, but only one hundred and
twenty-five, not counting the eight twins
and the triplet."
"Wha,wha.wha That d'yOu say" gasp.
ed tue Bishop, in cold perspiratioD; "ono
hundred and twenty-five! One hundred
and twenty-five children aud twenty more
wives! 1t is too much; it is awful| and
the Bishop sat down aud grOaned, while
the late Mrs. Brown, the bride, stood
around in semiCircle aud famed him
with her bounets, all except the red hair.
cd one, and she, in her trepidatiou, made
a futile effort to fan him With The coal,
scutle.
But after awhile the Bishop became
recouCiled to his new alliance, knowing
we'll that protests would be uuavailiDg; SO
be walked home, holding as many Of the
li,tle hands of the bride rs he coud CON.