Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1873-02-07

Mr.. Young, and we, are all living at
your house now with our new little
brothers and sisters ~ - '
/ II The Bishop sat down on the pave
ment aud wiped away tear. Then he
asked: J.. ........,, ID. s.-....-. ......
T "Who was your father?' .......
h."Mr. Simpson" said the crowd:
| 1''and he died ON Tuesday. 4" ~ :..-.
!. And how many of his internal old
widows-L mean how many Of your
! mothers are there ?''
.i3:" Only twenty-seven," replied the
children, .sand there are only sixty
four of us, and We are awful glad yon
have come home" -, t.-..- 81
The Bishop did not seem unusually
glad somehow he failed to enter into
the enthnsiasm of, the occasion. There
appeared to be, in a certain sense, too
much sameness about these surprises,
so he sat there with his hat pulled over
his eyes and considered the situation.
Finally, seeing that there was no help
for 1t, he went to the house, and forty
eight of Mrs. Potts rushed upon him,
and told him how the prophet had had
another vision in which he WAS com
mandcd to seal Simpsons widow TO
Potts.
Then the Bishop strtm hled around
among the cradles to his writing desk,
where he felt among the gum rattle
for his 1etter-papcr. and then addressed
q note TO Brigham, asking him as n
personal favor to keep awake until
after Christmas. $ The man must take
me for a foundling hospital" he said.
Then the Bishop saw clearly enough
that if he gave presents to the other
children and not the hate Simpsons.
the bride irelict of Simpson, would
probably souse down on him, tumble
among his hair and make things warm
for him. So repachinc his carpet-ba
he started again for San Feanci>co for
sixty-fOnr more mouth organs, while
Mrs. Potts gradually took leave of him
in the cntrv--nll but the red-haired
woman, who was mp stairs, and who
had to be satisfied with screeciling
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 Il 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 IA mighty pretty little
affair up there at the city on Monday"
"What affair - asked Potts.
why, that wedding; McGraths =
widow, you know married by proxy"
"1ou don't say" replied the Bishop.
/ did not know that McGrath was
dead
"Ycs; died ON Sunday, and that
night BriSharl had vision in which
he was ordered to seal her TO the
Bishop
Bishop exclaimed Potts. Bish-
OPP, what Bishop
swell, you sec 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 -
The Bishop gave a wild, unearthly
shrek, and went into a hysterical fit,
and writhed upon the floor as if he
had hydrophobia. When ne recovered
he leaped from the train and walked
back to San Francisco He aftcrward
took the first steamer to Perm, where
he entered a monastery and became
celibate.
His carpet-baS was sent on to his
family. 1t contained the balance of
the mouth organs. On Christmas
morning they were distributed, and in
less than an hour the entire two hun
dred and eight children were sick from
sucking the paint off them \ doctor
was called, and he seemed so much in
terested i'll the family that Brigham
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 a lu-
matte asylum, where he spent his time
trying to arrive at an estimate of the
number Of his children by cvphering
with an impossible combination of the
multiplication table and alSe bra.
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