The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-05-03

family. He tenderly kissed all of the
Mrs. Potts who were at home, and start
ed for the depot, while Mrs. Potts stood
handkerchiefs at him-al except the
woman with the warm hair, and she, in
fl of Observation-Disclosures held one of
the twins by the legs brandishing 1t at
Potts as he tore down the street.
The bishop reached San Francisco,
completed his purchase and was just
about to get on the train with his one
hundred and forty mouth. organs, when
telegram was handed to him. 1t con-
tanned information to the effect that
the auburn-haire Mrs. Potts had Just
had daughter. This Information in
duced the bishop to return to the city
for an additional organ.
On the following Saturday he returned
home. AS he approached the house
swarm of young children flew out of the
front gate and ran toward him shout
ing:
There's pa Here comes pa Oh,
pa, we are so glad to see you Hurrah
for our pa !" etc.
The bishop looked at the children as
they all flocked around him, and clung
to his legs and coat and was astonished
to perceive that they were neither his
nor the late Browns. Then he said:
"You youngsters have made a mis-
take; I'm not your father; - and the
bishop smiled good. naturedly.
'"Oh, but you are ~ screamed the lit
tie ones in chorus.
But say am not" said the bishop
severely and frowning "don' you know
where little story. tellers gop 1t is scan
dalous to violate the truth in this man
ner. My name is Potts"
" Yes, we know 1t is,'' said the chill
dren-"we know it is and so is ours
that's our name since the wedding"
"Since what weddingY" demanded
the bishop turning pale.
"Why, mas wedding, of course
She was married yesterday to you by
Mr.. Young, and we are now living at
your house with our new little brothers
and sisters"
The bishop sat down on the pavement
and asked.
I" Who was your father?"
" Mr. Simpson," said the crowd, land
he died on Tuesday"
"And how many of his internal old
widows-I mean how many of your
mothers are there in the house ?"
only twenty.seven, replied the
children, land there are only sixty-four
of us, we're awful glad you have come"
The bishop didn't seem unusually
glad; he failed somehow to enterinto the
enthusiasm of the occasion. There APP
peared 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. Final
ly seeing there was no help for it, he
rushed up to the house, and forty. eight
of the Mrs. Potts rushed up to him, and
told him how the prophet had had an
other vision in which he was command
ed to seal Simpsons widow to Potts.
Then the poor bishop stumbled around
among 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 per-
sonal favor to keep a awake until after
Christmas.
"The man must take me fora found
ling hospital"
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 upon him. So repacking his car
pet-bag, he started again for San Fran
cisco for sixty-four more mouth-organs
while Mrs. Potts gradually took leave of
him in the entry-all but the red-haired
woman, who was upstairs, 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 a 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 the wedding; McGrath's wild
ow you know married by proxy"
"You don't say" replied the bishop.
g did not know McGrath was dead.''
" Yes he died on Sunday, and that