The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1890-03-15
,.,.,.., wh,,,a..r,n Nevada.

There. look Il, That, will ypns' ciicd
Colonel Amos lOmpkins Of Virginia
City la the Office ui the ralae. last
week. Indicating dispatch In the
Examiner telling how u mau hld taken
= shw At bishop Whitaker. Tile
colonel was ola,cd with triumph.
''Yn see. II says" lie continued.
I.a,iing iiir WY To- the bar. auiouiaii-
r,lly. that the fellow Is u Temperance"
man aud wanted To 40 w lhr bishop
ter.usc lee descent stand In with the
Highland, when temperance Is
iuiuis-,l in too long aud permanently u
hari-ns mem, hears, DESTROYS ilrir
,-.iirr feelings. and ton frequently issd1
them into crime. Wha,ll yru hayrs
DO y1u know the bisl.up. culuurl -
DO ~ WHAT pn Egnw tie
bishop Why siinulI'a,y lie was ut
:ht ucaI1! the Epi,rural tuluI Tie Thea.
logical line over IN uur state Tor ever ~
many ,.Hrs. and cycrNbsiy whp hi-
lived in Nevada knows him and respects
him. too. sir. lie worked two shifts
every tN-niy.ipGF hours ani would
pTrael al To. drup Of the last, night or
DAY. The only ,hln.s. a.g,, 4i,,. -
bishop SAYS l. I never So io
church ms ,.'if. 'hu, Whitaker ani w.Ec
the warn-si kind II friends Bishop.
SAYS To- him on e stree, one iay. don II
leave III. After the long experience
e -
the nirk-i.clip layout .. Pennsylvania
Won't sui; your tastes at Nil. sisy
wl-r. You arr AMI L. n hisi.tI!lr!
among tile h,gh.roll-TS.
hut 81 h- would. and now they've
iais,u in ,irpiin. al him. shouldn't
wonder II this would settle iiinrs gui
tue Bisliop'd skip back To Nevada. NJ
C"msirck-f can stand place like Phil
aiciphis very long. ", amt used TO
tie rough ways of the frontier.
Noto,iS. pursued III. Colonel. draining
his second glass In luxurious comfort.
nobody ever took slo, ut the Bishop
over there. The worst that ever hap.
pencil 10 hun was Ia bc Kicked
"kickrj!'
Yes, sir; kicked. II was done In
Virginia CITY and raw It with ms
own eyes. Il WAS winter morning
aud the Bishop WIS climbing up IaNlUf
street IN III. narrow path tn tile snow,
tie snow that the miners hal truld-u
va their way to work. Tie Bishop, %
very little man, you know. hut two
ladies' who were behind him couldn't
get past him. lie vas d,rp IN Thought
aud didn't hear them. They were hold.
Ing their skirts high to keep them cut
OF the snow. The lajy ahead Of the
other g., Kind a. mad at last and cried
out: Plague take YOU. WmGei, get
out o the way cant tou: aud with
that sh. let ily kick that lifted tile
Bishop out OF the path into the deep
snow.
We'll, sir. you never saw man so
amazed rs the Bishop was. and for the
lady it's only justice To say that when
she saw who 1t WAS she'd kicked SHE
hlusiicd and npnlogized. as any true
lady would under the circumstances.
"Ah." said the Colonel, wagsiug liib
head and smiling down into his glass.
we all loved the Bishop. aud the boys
at Candclliia were particularly fond of |
him. lie was over there preaching one /
Sunday, aud after morning service took |
a stroll to the outskirts OF the town !
with u couple OF ladies' OF the congrega. |
ton. Prospect shifts Were ~ thick as
gopher holes there, and the boys were |
all at work. Sunday made no difference
To them. Half OF one of the holes |
belonged To Mike Brannon. an old friend /
OF mine, u perfect giant, and as simple 1
minded as n baby. He was rs bald Us
Mount Davidson. and some of the
fellows had told him that IL he'd rub bis .
head with Kerosene oil and onions. aud
cut the crown of his la, 30 that the sun
could shine on his skull, his hair would
grow again.
THAT was n joke You know" az
planned the Colonel, "but Mike took 1t
all in, and when the Bishop and the
ladies came mp to where he was there
stood Mike, Juggling aud grun,ing away
nj the windlass huisting rock. and the
hot summer sun blazing down ON his
shining crown.
The Bishop one of tie Lest-henrted
men that ever breathcd. was Mortified.
Good heavens man saws lo sNhy