The state herald., 1890-05-23
BISHOP WHITAKER IN NEVADA.
Breezy "Reminiscences OF the Dlstinguish-
cd PrelAte by an Old Friend.

There, look at that. will your" cried
Col. Amos Tompkins of Virginia City
in the office of the Palace last week,
indicating dispatch in the Examiner
telling how man had shot at Bishop
Whitaker. The Colonel was elated
with triumph.
"You see, 1t says" he continued,
leading the way to tho bar, automati-
cally, 'that the fellow is temperance
man and wanted TO do up the Bishop
because he doesn't stand in with high
and-dry. When temperance is indulg-
ed in too long and permanently 1t hard
ems mems hearts, destroys their better
feelings. and too frequently leads
them into crime. What'll you have?"
"Do you know the Bishop, Colonel?"
do 1? WhatP Do know tho
Bishop Why shouldn't lP He was at
the head Of the Episcopal end of tho
theological line over In our State for
ever so many years. and everybody
who has lived in Nevada knows him
and respects him, too, sir. lie worked
two shifts every twcn,y-four hours
and would preach Mt the drop of the
hat, night or day. The only thing any
of us have got against him is that he
left us.
"Bishop' says /, 4 never go to
church myself, but Whitaker and
were the warmest kind of friends
Bishop says to him on g street one
day, don't leave us. All the long OK
perience you've had of the civilization
of Nevada the nickcl-chip layout Of
Pennsylvania won't suit Your tastes at
all. Stay where you are and bea high
roller among the high-rollcrs.'
But so ho would, and now they've
taken to shooting at him. shouldn't
wonder II that would settle things and
the Bishop'd skip back TO Nevada. No
Comstocker can stand place like
Philadelphia very long. We amt used
to the rough ways of the frontier. No
body" pursued the Colonel draining
his second glass in luxurious comfort,
nobody ever took shot at the Bishop
over there. The worst that ever hap
pened to him was TO be kicked"
"Kicked!'
Yes sir; kicked. 1t was done in
Virginia City and | saw it with my
own eyes. II was winter morning
and the Bishop was climbing up Taylor
street in the narrow patl, in the snow
that the miners had troddcn on their
way to work. The Bishops very lit
tie man, you know, but two ladies who
We're behind him could get past him.
He was deep in thought and did not
hear them. They were holding their
skirts high TO keep them out of the
snow. The lady ahead of the other
got kind o mad at last and cried out:
Plague take You. Whiifctt. get out O.
the way and let ladies go by, can't
you?' and with that shp let fly kick
that lifted the Bishop clean out Of the
path into the deep snow.
We'll, sir, you never saw Il man so
amazed as the Bishop was, and, as for
the lady, it's only justice TO say that
when she saw who il was she'd kicked
she blushcd aud apologizcd. and any
true lady would under the circun-
stances.
"Ah." said the Colonel. wagging his
head and smiling down into his glass,
1--WE nll loved the Bishop. and the boys
Mt Candclaria were particularly fond
of him. lie was over there preaching
one Sunday, and after morning service
took "A stroll tc the outskirts of the
town with couple of ladies of the con-
gregation. Prospect shafts were as
thick as gopher holes there. and the
boys were all at work. Sunday made
no difference to them. Half Of one of
the holes bclogcd TO Mike Brannon,
an old friend OF mine, perfect giant,
and MS supplemented rs baby, He
was rs bald as Mount Davidson, and
some of the fellows had told him that
II he'd rub his head with kerosene oil
and onions. and cut the crown out Of
his hat so that the sun could shine on
his skull. his hair would grow again.
That was n joke you know cS-
planned the Colonel. but Mike took 1t
NIL 10. and when tho Bishop md tho
ladies came up to where he was there
stood Mike, Juggling and granting
AWAY ut the windlass hoisting rock. and
the hot summer sun blazing down on
his shining crown.
The Bishop, one of the bcst-hear,-
ed men that ever brcathcd, was horri-
fled.
Good heavens, man. says he. why
don't you sc, a proper hat9 You will
be injured
How'll Oh be injured?' growled
Mike, straining at the windlass, tho
sweat pouring on him.
Your brain will he injured
"Brains, is II? Brains?' aud Mike
put two-horsc power on the windlass
and landed the bucket. Sure. an il
oi had any brains dye think I'D be