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

"Only twenty-seven, replied the chill
dren, "and there are only sixty-four Of
us, and we are awful glad you have come
home."
The Bishop did not seem to be unusri
ally glad somehow he failed to enter
into the enthusiasm Of the occasion
There appeared to be, in a certain sense,
too much sameness about these sur,
prises, 40 he sat there with his hat
pulled over his eyes, and considered the
situation. Finally, seeing there was nc
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 had had another vision, in
which he was commanded to seal Simp-
sons 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 letter-paper, and then adj
dressed note to Brigham Young, ask
ing him, as a personal favor, to keep
awake until after Christmas "The
man must take me for founding hos
pital," 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 probably souse down on him, FUN
BILE among his hair, and make things
warm for him. So, packing his carpet
bag, he started again for San Francisco
for sixty-four more mouth-organs, while
Mrs. Potts gradually took leave of him
in the entry-all but the red-haired wo-
man, who was up stairs, and who had to
be satisfied 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 by 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 a pretty little affair up at
the city on Monday"
"What affair p asked Potts.
"Why, that wedding McGrath's Wild
ow, you know-married by proxy"
"You don't say" replied the Bishop.
~ didn't know McGrath was dead"
eyes; he died on Sunday, and that
night Brigham had vision, in which
he was ordered to seal her to the Bish-
op."
Bishop r exclaimed Potts. "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 p
The Bishop gave wild, unearthly
shrek and went into hysterical fit, and
writhed upon the floor as if he had n.y.
drophobia. When he recovered he
leaped from the train and walked back
to San Francisco. He afterward took
the first steamer for Peru, where he en-
tered monastry and became ceibate.
His carpet-bag was sent on to his fam
lily. It contained the balance of the
mouth-organs. On Christmas morning
they were distributed, and in less than
half an hour the entire 2O8 children were
sick from sucking the paint off of them.
A doctor was called, and he seemed so
much interested in the family that Brig
ham divorced the whole concern from old
Potts and annexed it 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 off to the lunatic
asylum, where he spent his time trying
to arrive at an estimate Of the number of
his children by his ciphering with an
impossible combination of the multiple
cation table and algebra.-Mar Adcler.
THE pRANE2 OF MONEEy-