The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1873-03-10

Iamlly. lie tenderly kissed all the
Mrs. Potts who where ut home, and
started for the depot, while Mrs. Potts
stood ut the varions %indowsand waved
handkerchiefs at him-all except the
woman with the warm hair, and she, in
fit OF Observation-Disclosures, 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. II
contained information to the effect TINT
the auburn-haired Mrs. Potts had Just
had n daughter This induced the
bishop to return to the city for the pur.
pose OF purchasing an additional organ.
Onthe following Saturday he returned
home. AS ho approached his house q
swarm Of young children flew out Of
the front gate, and ran toward him,
shouting: "There's pal Here comes
pal Oh, pa, we're glad to sec you!
Hurrah for pa |" etc.
The bishop looked ut the children rs
they flocked around him and clung to
his legs and cont, and was astonished
to perceive that they were neither his
nor the late Browns. He said, "You
youngsters have made mistake nm
not your father !" and he smiled good
naturedly.
80, yes. you are though p screamed
the little ones in chorus.
"But l say lam not, )" said the bishop,
severely, and frowning; "doa't you
know where little story.tellers go? 1t
is scandalous to violate tho truth in
this manner. My name is Potts"
T" Yes, wo know it is," exclaimed the
children-"we know 1t is, and so is
ours; that is our namo now too since
the wedding"
"Sinco what wedding?" demanded
the bishop, turning pale.
"Why, mas wedding, Of course.
She was married yesterday to you by
Mr.. Young, and We arc all living at
your house now with our new little
brothers Rnd sisters"
The bishop sat down on the pavement
and wiped awaya tear. Then lie asked:
"Who was your father" ?"
"NTr. Simpson, said the crowd, "and
he died on Tuesday"
"And how many OF his internal old
widows-I mean how many Of your
mother are thero2"
"only twenty-scvcn," replied tho
children, "and there are only sixty
four Of us and we arc awful glad you
have come"
The bishop did not seem unusually
glad; somehow, ho failed to enter into
the enthusiasm Of the occaaion. There
appeared to DO in certain sense, too
much samcness about these surprises,
so he sat there with lis hat pulled over
his eyes and considered the situation.
Finally seeing there was no help for it,
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 tho bishop stumbled around
among the cradles to his writing-desk,
where he felt among the gum rings and
rnttles for his writing paper, and then
addressed a note to Brigham, askinghim
MS personal favor to keep awake until
after Christmas. "Tho man must take
mo for foundling hospital" lie said.
Then the bishop saw clearly enough
that II 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 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 in the entry
all but tho red haired woman, who
was upstairs, and who had to 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 by the side Of man who had left
Salt Lake the day before. The stranger
was communicative. In the course Of
tho conversation he remarked to the
bishop: "That was n lively little affair
up there in tho city on Monday"
"what afIair ?" asked Potts.
"Why, that Wedding McGrath's
widow, you know-married by proxy"
"You don't say" replied the bishop.
al didn't know that McGrath was
dead"
eyes; he died on Sunday, and that
night Brigham had vision in which he
was ordered to seal her to the bishop"
"Bishopl" exclaimed Potts. "Bishopl
what bishop?' :.
"Well, You see there were fifteen Of
Mrs. NtcGrath. and eighty-two children,
and they showed tho whole lot off on
old Potts. Perhaps you don't know
him2'
The bishop gave n wild, unearthly
shrek, and went into q hysterical fit,
md writhed on the floor as II ho had
hydrophobia. When he recovered, he
leaped from tho train and walked back
TO San Francisco. He afterward took
the first steamer for Peru, where he
entered monastery and became n CELL
bate.
His carpet bag was sent to Instantly.
It 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 werc 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 IL to
the doctor, who Immediately lost his
reason and would have butchered the
entire family II the red haired woman
and tho Oldest boy had not marched him
off to q lunatic asylum, where he spent
i;s t;ro irving 10 arrive at nm estimate