The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1898-02-22
BISHOP DUDLEY's STORIES.

At the dinner to the Rt. Rev.
Thomas Underwood Dudley-twenty-
three years a Bishop yesterday-the
Bishop told several good stories, says
the-Louisville Courier-Journal.
When he first told his friends in Bal
timore that he was coming to Ken
lucky some Of them were astonished.
"You are not going to Kentucky, are
you?" asked n startled man.
Eyes, indeed"
why, do you know what kind of a
state that is? / saw in the paper
where a man killed another in Ken
lucky for %treading on a dog" The
Bishop said nothing, and the man said,
impatiently: "What're you going to
do about it?"
I'm not going to tread IN the dog"
was the Bishops answer.
Zone of the first places / visited in
Kentucky" said the Bishop, twas
Lebanon, where 1 went with our friend
Waller there. I killed Lebanon with
one visit. . / went to bed at
the tavern and left Waller sitting up.
l thought ] must have slept half the
night when I was awakened by a Wig
orous controversy in the room. /
peered out of bed and saw Waller still
sitting up. Beside him was a big, raw
boned man in his shirt sleeves.
"'Wall, I want this hyar question
settled, the shirt-sleeved man was say
ing. Thar's a Episcopal down my way
what says you's got to war a white or
black gown. Now, how about it? I
wants the bishop to settle it. Do you
have to veal white or black?"
81 spoke up, I'm the bishop I said.
and I'll say that I'm not particular.
I'd preach in a pink gown if anybody
will listen to me-"
II was greeted by gloomy prospects
when I first came to Kentucky" said
the Bishop. Malaria seemed to per-
wade the church. With these condi-
tions l set out upon my work. Up in
the state 1 met a rough looking man
who had his ~trousers tucked in his
boots, and he carried a big whip. I
was introduced to him as the new
Bishop of Kentucky. He eyed me a
moment.
"'High or low?" he asked.
"'Both,' I answered.
fallen from grace?"
i odiu, L plCdCu SulISL duu Till
cruciied.'
"And that" continued the Bishop,
; sis what I have sought to do. The
Catholic church is broad-broad
enough for the whole world; big
enough for any n who can say the
good old Apostles Greed and wor-
ship God in Jesus Christ. There is no
time for petty questions of whether or
not there should be flowers on the al
tar.
"Ah, my beloved friends, if I had my
choice to make again I should choose
again to be a Bishop of Kentucky
here, where 1 have my loyal friends,
and whom I love. And there is no
pomp in the Bishops life. 1 have rid
den mules, and l have ridden some bad
horses-and have done my share of
walking. But still I have my compen-
sation."
And here is a story of one co1hpen-
sation:
The Bishop had gone to B%eattyville,
and the place was rough and d~esOlate.
A rough looking man came up to him.
They tell me you're from Virginia"
said the man.
"Yes."
They tell me you fought with the
rebels"
EYES,"
"Give me you 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 a~fterward, too.
Twelve years later the Bishop went
to Beattyville once more. 1t was sun
set. He was met by the town clergy
man Lishop, Bill Bolan died yester-
day, and before be died I baptized
him." said the minister. Gin his last
words he told me to tell the Bishop
tAat ne loved him."
That, said the Bishop was indeed a
compensation!