The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-07-18

~ Co.'s store. and sometimes they used
10 dance in that room. In those days
we had to pay our bills every week.
But Mr.. King soon found after he had
built his church that the debts were
larger than the church, so one day Mr..
King flew from the liens that were on
that church. / went to Mr.. Hotter and
talked to him about raising the lien.
My good friends helped me- Colonel
Sanders helped me, Major Bovce
helped me; oh, they all helped me. The
church cost $4,000 and when l first held
services in it there was not dollar
of debt on it. Indeed we had s65 in the
bank. That is st. Paul's church"
One day Bishop futile was invited to
hold services in the second story of a
log house in Bannack A large crowd
assembled. The bishop had read the
services down to a point where the ser
mon was to be announced when there
was a crash and a sinking sensation.
There was a panic. The floor had set
tied.
Il think it was instinct" said the
bishop. Il hope it was instinct in the
robes I wore. At any rate those robes
were flying out of the window Just back
of the table where l stood l was in
side of those robes. AS soon as 1
struck the ground 1 looked up at the
crowd trying to get out, and cried at
the top Of my voice, Be careful don't
get excited up there. you might hurt
the women and children Now, think
of men down there telling those people
not to get excited. Human nature"
After paying tribute to the brav-
cry and valor, the sagacity and gener-
osity of the pioneers, he told another
story on himself.
He was in Kansas City a few years
ago and he went into the depot to pur
chase a ticket for Independence. He
l.. Il
up to the window. He shook hands
with a friend, bought the ticket and
returned to where he had left the grip.
1t was gone and with it 5000 worth of
vestry robes and a lot of manuscript
sermons. He told his daughter about
it when he returned home and she con-
soled him with the suggestion: II do
hope that old thief will have to read
all those sermons"
He gave a tip to the reporters. He
said that he never gives his manuscript
to the reporters because his written SER
mons are his stock in trade. The SER
mon he delivered Sunday, he said, was
written by him % years ago and he has
preached it 40 times.
One day not long after he returned to
Missouri from Montana Bishop futile
visited New York. He was strolling
down Nassau street reading signs while
the ocean breezes played through his
whiskers, when a man wearing SILK
mat came up and saluted him. why,
how are you, Mr.. Thompson"
This surprised the bishop. who has
tened to explain to his gushy friend
that he was not Mr.. Thompson, but
Bishop futile from Montana. The gold
brick man excused himself and left.
and the bishop wandered up another
block and there met fiashy young
chap, who extended the glad hand with
the assurance:
Hello. Bishop futile, when did you
come from Virginia City. Why, 1 have
an uncle living out there. Come on
with me and I'll see what / can cash on
this ticket"
The bishop was now surely lost. He
was amazed and dumbfounded, but he
followed the young man, who led him
up a flight of stairs, past a big negro at
a door into a room where queer things
were being performed There were
huge tables with a round kind of
business whirling and men reaching
here and there over tables and climbing
silver and so on.
Come on, bishop, and try your hand
at roulette. / just cashed a 5000 check
on the races. If you don't like roulette,
try a dash at craps, or stud or faro.
That settled it. The bishop was
awake for the first time since he struck
the big town. He wondered; then he
laughed; then he kicked himself half
way across New York City. He medi-
tated why, young man, how did you
know I was from Virginia City? l can
understand now. The confederate. On,
why does not this man, with all his
genius, tact, skill, understanding, per-
ception--why does not he turn his tai
emit in another direction?'
The speaker, after beautiful perora-
ton, babe his hearers goodbye"
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