National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1873-03-07
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Mr. Potts who where at home, and
stan ced for the depot while Mrs. Potts
stood mt the varions windows and waved
handkerchiefs Mt him-all except the
woman with the warm hair, and she, in
fit of absent mindedness, held one of
the twins by the leg and brandished it
Mt Potts as he fled down the street.
The bishop reached San Francisco,
completed his purchases, and was just
about to get on the train with his one
hundred and forty-four mouth. organs,
when n telegram was handed him. 1t
contained information to the effect that
the auburn haired Mrs. Potts had just
had a daughter This induced the
bishop to return to the city for the pur-
pose of purchasing an additional 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: "There's pa ! Here comes
pa Oh, pa, we're glad to see you !
Hurrah for pa /" etc.
The bishop looked at the children as
they locked around him and clung 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 he smiled good
nnturedly.
80, yes, you are though - screamed
the little ones in chorus.
But | say am not, said the bishop.
severely, and frowning ; don't you
know where little story-tellers go? 1t
is scandalous to violate the truth III
this manner. Ny name is Potts.
Yes. we know it is, exclaimed the
children" we know it is, and SO is
ours; that is our name now too since
the wedding.
"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 away tear Then he asked:
Who was your father?'
"Mr. Simpson, said the crowd, "and
lie died on Tuesday,
And how many of his Internal old
Widows mean how many OF your
mother are there 2
Only twenty-seven, replied the
children, "and there are only sixty
four of MS and we are awful glad you
have come.
The bishop did not seem unusually
glad; somehow, he failed to enter into
the enthusia N of the occaaion. There
too
much sameness about these surprises,
so he sat there with his hat pulled over
his eyes and considered the situation.
Finally seeing there WIS no help for 1t,
he rushed up to the house, and forty
eight of Mrs. Potts rushed up to him,
and told him how the prophet had had
another vision in which he was com
manded to seal Simpsons widow 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 writing paper, and then
addressed note to Brigham, asking him
as Il personal favor to keep awake until
after Christmas. "The man must take
me for founding hospital he said.
Then the bishop saw clearly enough
that if he gave presents to the other
children and not to the late Simpson
the bride relict of Simpson would prob
ABLY souse down on him, tumble among
his hair and make it warm for him. So,
repacking his carpet bag, he started
again for San Francisco for sixty-four
more mouth organs, while Mrs. Potts
gradually took leave of him .he entry
all but the red haired yo nan, who
was upstairs, and who had 10 be salts
fed with screeching good-by at the top
of her voice.
On his way home, after his last visit
to San Francisco, the bishop sat in the
car bv the side of man who had left
Salt Lake the day before. The stranger
was communicative. In the course OF
the conversation he remarked to the
bishop: THAT was lively little affair
| up there in the city on Monday.
"What affair ?' asked Potts.
"Why, that Wedding McGrath's
widow. You married by proxy.
You don't say" replied the bishop.
." didn't know that McGrath was
dead"
eyes he died on Sunday, and that
night Brigham had a vision IN which he
was ordered to seal her to the bishop.
Bishop exclaimed Potts. Bishop!
what bishop" :,
"Well, you see there were fifteen OF
/ Mrs. McGrath and eighty-two children,
/ and they showed the whole lot off on
old Potts. Perhaps you don't know
him q
The bishop gave a wild, unearthly
| shrek. and went into a hysterical fit,
and writhed on the floor as if he had
/ bydrophobia. When he recovered, he
/ leaned from the train and walked back
| to San Francisco. He afterward took
/ the first steamer for Peru, where he
entered monastery and became cell
bate.
! His carpet bag was sent to his family.
1t contained the balance of the mouth
organs. On Christmas morning they
were distributed, and in less than two
hours the entire two hundred and eight
children we're sick from sucking paint
/ off them. A doctor was called, and he
seemed so much interested in the fami-
ly that Brigham divorced the whole con-
cern from old Potts and annexed 1t to
the doctor, who Immediately lost his
reason and would have butchered the
entire family if the red haired woman
and the oldest boy had not marched him
of. to lunatic asylum, where he spent
his time trying to arrive at an estimate
of the number of his children by
cyphering with an impossible combina-
ton of the multiplication table and al
zebra. Adeler.
A dentist not thousand miles from
Bristol. Conn, was recently extracting
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