The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1873-01-17

'OOtneu the children. 1t occurred 10 The
bishop while he mused, ont there on the
ence, that he had not enough mouth organs
o go around among the children, as the
tmily now Stood and so, rather than seem
o be partial, he determined to 90 back to
San Francisco for one hundred and forty
our more.
So the bishop repacked his carpet-bag
md began again to bid farewell to his fam
lily. He tenderly kissed all of Mrs Potts
who were at home, and started for the de-
pot while Mrs. Potts stood ut the various
windows and waved her handkerchiefs at
lim-all except the woman with the warm
nair, and she, in fit Observation-Disclosures
,eld one of the twins by the leg and bran
lished it at Potts as he fled down the street.
The bishop reached San Francisco, COM
pleted his purchases, and was just about
to get on the train with his one hundred
and torty-tour mouth-organs, when a tele-
gram was handed him. 1t contained in.
formation to the effect that the auburn hair
ed 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
uoiic' ho ho HpPiotChc't MS HOuSc u
swarm ofyoung children flew out of the
front gate and ran toward him. shouting
There's pa Here comes pa. Oh, pa, but
we're glad to see you Hurrah for pa ~
etc, etc.
The Bishop looked at the children as
they tlocked around him and clung to his
legs and coat, and was astonished to per-
ceive that they were neither his nor the late
Browns. lie said: "You youngsters have
made mistake; am not your father -
and the bishop smiled naturally.
ooh, 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 little storytellers go? 1t is scan
dalous for you to violute the truth in this
manner. My name is Potts"
Eyes, we know it is" exclaimed the chill
dren-"we know it is; and 50 is ours that
is our name too, since the wcddingn
"Since what wedding?" demanded the
bishop, turning pale.
"Why, mas wedding of course. She was
married yesterday to you by Mr.. Young,
and we are all living at your house now
with our new little brothers and sisters
"The bishop sat down on the pavement
and wiped awaya tear. Then he asked :
"Who was your father y
"Mr. Simpson" said the crowd, sand he
died on Tuesday,
And how many of his internal old wild
ows-I mean how many Of your mother are
there 2" "Only twenty SEVEN" replied the
children, "and there are only siXty-tour of
us, and we are awful glad you have come
home"
=, The bishop didnot seem unusually glad ;
somehow, he failed to enter into the enthu-
siasm of the, oiGGasion. There appeared to
be, in certain sense, I0U~l0uch sameness
about these surprises, so he sat tIiere with
his hat pulled over his eyes and consdered'
the situation. Finally, seeing there was
no help for it, he went to the house, and
forty eight of Mrs. Potts rushed up to him
and kissed him, and told him how the
prophet h ID had another vision in which
he was commanded to seal Simpsons wild
ow to Potts.
Then the bishop stumbled around among
the cradles to his writing desk, where he
felt among the gum rings and rattles for
his letter-papcr, and then addressed q note
to Brigham, asking him us a personal favor
to keep awake until after Christmas. THE
man must take me for a founding hospital
he said Then the bishop saw clearly
enough that if he gave presents to the
other children and not to the late Simpsons
the bride (relict of Simpson, would prob
ably souse down on him, tumble among
his hair and make things warm for him
So repacking his carpet bag, he started
again for San Francisco for siXty-tour more
mouth organs while Mrs. Potts gradually
took leave Of him in the entry-all but the
red haired woman, who was upstairs, and
who had to be satisfied with a screeching
goodbye at the top of her voice.
On his way home after his last visit to
San Francisco, the bishop sat in the car by
the side of man who had left Salt Lake
the day before. The stranger was commu-
NEGATIVE. In the course of the conversation
he remarked to the bishop;
THAT was q mighty pretty little affair
up there at the city on Monday"
"What affair 2" asked Potts.
"Why, that wedding; McGraths widow,
you know-married by proxy"
"You don't say" replied the bishop. 81
did not know that McGrath was dead"
YES; died on Sunday, and that night
Brigham bad vision in which he was
ordered to seal her to the bishop
"Bishop y exclaimed Potts. "Bishop,
what Bishop z"
"Well, you see there were fifteen of Mrs.
McGrath and eightytwo children, and they
showed the whole lot eff on old Potts
Perhaps you don't know him ~
The bishop gave q wild, unearthly shrek
and went into hysterical fit, and writhed
upon the floor as if he had hydrophobia.
When he recovered, he leaped from the
train and walked back to San Francisco
He afterward took the first steamer for Peru,
where he entered a monastery and became
u celibate.
His carpet-bag was sent on to his family.
1t contained the balance of the mouth-or-
gans. On Christmas morning they were
distributed, and in less than an hour the
entire two hundred and eight children
were sick from sucking the paint off them.
doctor was called, and he seemed 80
much interested in the family that Brig
ham divorced the whole concern from old
Potts and annexed it to the doctor, who
Immediately lost lis reason and would
have butchered the entire family if the red
haired woman and the oldest boy had not
marched him off to lunatic asylum, where
he spent his time trying to arrive at an es-
innate of the number of his children by
ciphering with an impossible combination
of the multiplication table and algebra
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