The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-06-11
nIshon whlttaker IN Nevada.


There. look at that, win youg" cried
Col Amos Tompkins, of Virginia City,
in the Office of the Palace, last week, IN
dica,inc a dispatch in the Examiner
telling how man had shot at Bishop
Whitaker. The Colonel was elaied with
triumph.
.sYon see. il saws" he continued. lead
ing the wsy 10 the bar, automatlcaiiy'
sthat the fellow is temperance man
and wanted to DO up the Bishop because
he doesn't stand in with high-an-dry-
When Temperance is indulged IN too
long and permanently it hardens mems
hearts, destroys their better feelings
and too frequently leads them into
crime. what'll you have p
"Do YOU know the Bishop Colonel? p
"DoI? What? Da know the Bish-
OBJ Why shouldn't He was at the
head of the Episcopal end of the theolog-
ical line over in our State for ever so
many years, and everybody who has
lived in Nevada knows him and respects
him. too. sir. He worked two shifts
every twenty-four hours and would
preach at the drop Of the hat, night or
day. The only thing any of US have got
against him is that he left US.
80 Bishop, says ], 4 neveEgo to church
rnyself,' but Whitaker and / were the
warmesl kind Of friends-'Bishop,' says |
10 him on c, street one dav, don't leave
us. After the long experience you've had
of the civilization of Nevada the nickel
ship layout Of Pennsylvania won't suit
vour tastes at all Stay where You are
and be a high-roller among the high
rollers
"But 90 he would, and now they've
taken to shooting at him. | shouldn't
wonder if that would settle things and
the Bishop'd skip back to Nevada. No
Comstocker can stand place like Phil
adelphia very long. We amt used to
the rough ways Of the frontier Nobody .
pursued The Colonel, draining his second
glass in luxurious comfort, nobody ever
took shot at the Bishop over there.
The worst that ever happened to him
WIS to be kicked"
Kicked ~
"Yes, sir; kicked. It was done in Nir-
rinia City and ! saw it with my own
ewes. Itwas winter morning and the
Bishop was climbing up Taylor street in
the narrow path in the snow that the
miners had trodden on their way to
work. The Bishops a very little man,
YOU know, but two ladies who were be-
hind him couldn't 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.
WhifIet, get out O. the way and let ladies'
90 by, can't you? and with that she let
fly kick that lifted the Bishop clean
out Of the path into the deep snow.
"Well, sir, you never saw man 50
amazed as the Bishop was, and, as for
the lady, it's only justice to say that
when she saw who it was she'd kicked
she blushed and apologized, and any
true lady would under the circumstan-
ces.
"Ah," said the Colonel, wagging his
head and smiling down into his glass,
ave all loved the Bishop, a2d the boys
at Candelaria \ ere particularly fond Of
him. He wasovf. there preaching ore
Sunday, and ail@s morning service tcck
a stroll 20 the outskiSss of the town with
a couple Of ladis~ Il the congregation.
Prospect shafts were ~ thick as gopher
h ,'es there. and the boys were al at
work. Sunday made no difference to
them. Half Of one of the holes belonged
10 Mike Brannon, an old hiend OF mine,
perfect giant, and as simple-minded as
a baby. lie was as bald as Mount Ds-
wilson. and some of the fellows had told
him that if he'd rub his head with kero-
sene oil and onions, and cut the crown
out of his hat so that the sun could shine
on his skull, bis hair would grow again.
THAT was a joke, you know explain
ed the Colonel, "but Mike took it all in
and when the Bishop and the lsoies
came up 10 where he was there stood
Mike tugging and grunting away at the
windlass hoisting rock, and the hot sum
mer sun blazing down on his shining
crown.
"The Bishop, one Of ithe best-heartec
men that ever breaihed, was horritied
"'Good heavens, man., says he why
don't you get a prope- hat? You will be
injured
How'll Oi be injured . growled Mike
straining at the windlass, the sweat pour
ing Off him.
"'Your brain will be injured
"Brains, is il? Brains| and Mike
put two-horse power on the windlass anC
landed the bucket. Sure, an if Oi hac
anv brains dye think I'd be here p"