The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-02-28
BISHOP wHurrAkEe IN NEVADA.

PROM tbs. ~an Francisco Examiner.
.Thcrr. look at that. will you! cried
Col. Amos Tompkins of Virginia Ctty. I'm
tbs. office of It'd Palace last week, indicate
ing a dispatch i'm the E.ron'in"r telling
how a man had taken u shot at Bishop
Whitaker. The colonel was clatssi will
triumph.
..Y.i see, it says he continued. lead
ing the WAY tn the bar, automatically.
.,that the fellow j. "A temperance man and
wanted tai do up the bishop because he
doesn't stand in with the high-and~trys.
When temperance. is intlulged i'm too long
and permanently IL harSiens mems hearts,
destroys their better feelings, and too IRE
suucntly leads them int" crime. What1h
you havc"'
"no you know the bishop, colonel"
I" What? DO l know the bishop:
Why shouldn't 1" He was at the head of
the Episcopal end Of ia" Theological line
over in our state for ever =" many years,
and everybody who has lived in nevada
knows him aud rs'~lects him. tco, SIR. He
worked two shifts every twcnty-four hours
and would preach At the drop of thu hat.
have GO, against him is that hc left ".
"'Bi~h%p,, says ! y never g% q" ci,"rSsi,
warrnest kind of friends bishop says
tai him on & street one day, don't. leave
a. NJ, ,,s A f;s; ;hs long Il ffI sradn the I""I nickel hsi.
chip layout of Pennsylvania won't suit
your tastes at all. Stay where you are
and he a higi-rollrr among the higii-roi-
lcr~.'
..But u" he would. and now !hcy'v"
der il this would settle things and the
bishop'd skip back to Nevada. No Com
stacker can stand 2 place like I,h,lairl-
rough ways of the frontier. Nobody
pursued the colonel. draining his second
took a shot "A, the bishop over there. The
worst that ever happened to- him was 'o
IN, licked"
ayes. sir. kicked. IL was done in Nir-
GINA City and I SAW il with my own eyes.
M " wa. sl; !. Tin,sr nm ,m'r TnSffor '' s,re"t IN ,i The
marrow path i'm the snow that the miners
had tru&ldcn down ON their way 4" work.
hut two ladies who were behind him
couldn't get. rast him. He was deep in
a,%,,sh holding aam " sSs,r . hfa. high to h.sg
them out of the snow. The lady ahead OF
the other got kind ~ mad az last and cried
~ the way and lat ladies go by, can't
you and with that she let fly a kick that
lifted the bishop clean out ut tho path
into the deep snow.
well, sir, You never saw a man so
amazed as the bishop was, and as for the
saw who il was she'd kicked she .blushcd
and s.pologizcd az amy true lady would
under tho circumstances
"Ah." aid the colonel, waggine his
head and smiling down into his glass,
1--WE all loved the bishop. and the boys at
Cansi"laria were particularly fond of him.
He was over there preaching one sunday.
and after morning service took - stroll tai
the outskirts of the town will a couple of
ladies of the VI Prospect
shafts were as thick "a gopher holes
there. aud ths. boys were all AT work.
Sunday made uo difference to them. Half
of rie holes belonged To Mike Brannon,
an OIL friend of mine. "A perfect giant,
and as simpI.-minslci as "a baby. lie was
as bald az Mount Dayidnson, and some of
the fellows had told him that III he'd rub
his head with Kerosene oil and onions,
and cut the crown out of his hat so the
sun could shine On his skull, his hair
would grow again.
'That was IA joke, you know explained
the colonel. but Mike took il all in. and
whe the bishop AMI tho ladies came up tn
wiiers, he was there stood Mike Juggling
and griniting away at the windlass hoist
ing rock, AMI the hot summer sun blazing
down IN his shining crown.
"Thc bishop, one of the best hearted
men that ever brcatil,tl was Mortified.
"(sOoi heavens, man. says he. why
don't you get "A proper hat" You will he.
injured
How'll pi ic injurcd..' growl,si Mike,
straining AT the winilass, the sweat pour
ing Oft him.
"'Your brain will bc injured
"'Brains. il it" Brains ~ ANA Mike put
two-horS' power on the windlass and
landed the bucket. Sure. an if Obi had
any brains dye think I'd he here"
HIS LIE FOR HERS.