The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-02-07
Bishon DudIex,s Stories.

At the dinner to the Rt Rev. Thomas
Underwood Dudley-twenty-thr years
Bishop yesterday-the Bishop told several
good stories, says the Louisville Courier
Journal
When he first told his friends in Balti
more that he was coming to Kentucky
some Of them were astonished.
You're not going to Kentucky, are
your" asked one startled man.
yes, indeed"
why. do you know what kind of a
state that is? / saw in the paper where
a man killed another in Kentucky for
treading on a dog" The Bishop said moth
ing, ond the man said, impatiently:
"Whatre you going to do about it?"
I'm not going to tread on the dog"
was the Bishops answer.
zone of the first places I visited in Ken
lucky" said the Bishop, was Lebanon,
where 1 went with our friend Waller
there. I killed Lebanon with one visit.
I went to bed at the tavern and
left Waller sitting up 1 thought / must
have slept half the night when 1 was
awakened by a vigorous controversy in
the room. peered out of bed and saw
Waller stfll sitting up. Beside him was a
big, raw-boned man in his shirt sleeves.
Wall, l want this hyar question set
tied, the shirt-sleeved man was saying.
'Thar's a 'Piscopal down my way what
says you's got to war a white or black
gown. Nav. how about it? l wants the
Bishop TO settle it, Do you have to wear
white or black?
Il spoke up. I'm the bishop 1 said,
and I'll say that I'm not particular. ia
preach in pink gown if anybody will lis
ten to me-
81 was greeted by gloomy prospects
when l first came to Kentucky said the
Bishop. Malaria seemed to pervade the
church. With these conditions set out
upon my work. Up in the state I met
rough-looking man who had his trousers
tucked in his boots, and he carried a big
whip. l was introduced to him as the
new Bishop of Kentucky. He eyed me a
moment.
High or low?" he asked.
Both 1 answered.
Dye preach final perseverance or fall
len from grace?'
Il said, L preach Christ and Him cruci-
fed
And that" continued the Bishop. lis
what | have sought to do The Catholic
Church is broad-broad enough for the
whole world; big enough for any one who
can say the good old Apostles Greed and
worship God in Jesus Christ. There is
no time for petty questions of whether or
not there should be flowers on the altar.
An, my beloved friends, if I had my
choice to make again l should choose
again to be a Bishop of Kentucky-here,
where have my loyal friends, and whom
l love. And there is no pomp in the
Bishops life. l have ridden mules, and
l have ridden some bad horses-and have
done my share of walking But still l
have had my compensation"
And here is a story of one compensa ton:
The Bishop had gone to Bea ttyville, and
the place was rough and desolate. a
rough-looking man came up to him.
They tell me you're from Virginia, -
said the man.
Eyes"
They tell me you fought with the
rebels"
yes"
Give me yer hand. pard My names
Bill Bolan, an I'm a blacksmith down
here"
Bill" said the Bishop. Il am proud to
meet you"
That night Bill Bolan went to the service
and heard the Bishop preach, and he went
afterward, too.
Twelve years later the Bishop went to
Beattyville once more. 1t was sunset.
He was met by the towns clergyman.
Bishop, Bill Bolan died yesterday. and
before he died | baptized him. said the
minister. In his last words he told me
to tell the Bishop that he loved him.
That, said the Bishop, was indeed a COM
pensation,