The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-01-10

Potts who were AZ home, and started for
? the depot, while Mrs. Potts stood at the
e various Window and waived her handkor-
r chiofi at him--all except the woman with
the warm hair, and she, in a fit Of alb
{ scnt-mindcdness, held one Of the twins by
the legs and brandished it at Potts a. he
b fed down the street.
The bishop reached San Francisco,
completed his purchases, and was just
about 70 get on the train with his one
hundred and forty-four mouth-organs,
wien telegram was hGnd-d him. II
contained information to the effect that
the auDurn-haircd Mrs. Potts had Just
had daughter. This induced the bishop
to return to the city for the purpose Of
purchasing and additional organ.
On the following Saturday he returned
home. As he aprr,ach,i his house a
swarm of Young children few cut Of the
front gate and ran towards him, shouting,
There's pal Here come pa! Oh, pa,
but we're glad to sec your Hurrah for
pa y ETC., etc.
The bishop looked at the children as
they nocked around him and clung to his
legs and coat, and was nstonished to per-
caive that they were neither his nor the
late Browns. He said, "You young
sters have made q mistake; | am not your
father aad the bishop smiled good ma
turedly.
ooh yes, you are, thought" screamed
the little ones in chorus.
"But say | am not, said the bishop,
severely, and frovning; you ought to be
ashamed Of yourselves Don't yor know
where little stosy-tellerS go? It is scand-
ulous for you to violate the truth in this
matter. My name is Potts
"Yc5, We know II is exclaimed the
childycn-"we know it is; and so is ours;
that is our name now, too, since the we'd
ding"
"Since what weddingf' demanded the
bishop, turning pale.
"Why, mas wedding Of course. She
was married yesterday to you by Mr..
Young. and VIC 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 .
he died on Tuesday"
"And how many of his Internal cd
widows--I mean how many Of your
mothers are there?"
"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 sem to be unusually
glad; somehow, he failed to enter into
the enthusiasm of the occasion. There
appeared to be, in CERTAIN sense, too
much sameness about these surprises, so
he sat there with his hat pulled over his
eyes and considered the situation. Fl .
nally, seeing there was no help for it, he
went to the house, and fortyeight of
Mrs. Potts rushed up.to him ana kissed
him, and told him how the prophet had
had another vision in which he was COM
manded to seal Simppn'svidow to Potts.
Then the bishop stumbled around
among the cradles to his vritingdcsk,
where he felt among tae gum rings and
rattles for his letter-paper, and then adj
dressed a note to Brigham, asking him as
a personal faver 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 to !;
the late Simpsons, the bride (relict Of i.
would probably souse down on I;
him, tumble among his hair and make ;,
things wsrn ilr him. So repackng his
carpet-bag he started again to San Fran
cisco Cor sixty-four more mouih-organs,
While Mrs. Potts gradually took leave Of
him in the entry-all but the red-haired q
woman, who was up stairs, and who had /
to be satisfied with scrcoching good.by at V
the top Of her voice. i
On his way home, after his last visit to n
San Francisco, the bishop sat in the car 81
by the side Of man who had LEFT Salt a
Lake the day before. The stranger was I
communicative. In the course Of the c
conversation he remarked to the bishop;
"Ihat was a mighty pretty little affair
ip there at the city on Monday" s
"What ailairY' asked Potts. q
"Why, that weddings McGrath's wild a
w, you know-married BY proxy" |
"fou don't say" replied the bishop. Al
Il didn. know that McGrath was dead. Il
"Yes; died on Sunday, and that night el
Brigham had vision in which he was
'rdered to seal her to the bishop
"Bishopl" exclaimed Potts. Bishop 7,
What bi,hopS' NJ :,
"Well, you sec there were fifteen Of :,
ilrs. McGraths and oighty-two children. =
nd they showed the whole lot oil on =
ID Potts. Perhaps you don't know himi' "
Tho bishop gave a Wild, unearthly
hriek and went into hysterical fit, and OF
'rithed upon the floor as if he had hy- "
rophobia. When he recovered, he "
saped from the train and walked back h