"'Mr. Simpson,' said the crowd, 'and he died on Tuesday.' "'And how many of his infernal old widows--I mean how many of your mother--are there?' "'Only twenty-seven,' replied the children, 'and there are only sixty-four of us, and we are awful glad you have come home.' "The bishop did not seem to be unusually glad; somehow, he failed to share the enthusiasm of the occasion. There appeared to be, in a certain sense, too much sameness about these surprises; so he sat there with his hat pulled over his eyes and considered the situation. Finally, seeing there was no help for it, he went up to the house, and forty-eight of Mrs. Potts rushed up to him and told him how the prophet had another vision, in which he was commanded to seal Simpson's widow to Potts. "Then the bishop stumbled around among the cradles to his writing-desk. He felt among the gum rings and rattles for his letter-paper, and then he addressed a note to Brigham, asking him as a personal favor to keep awake until after Christmas. 'The man must take me for a foundling hospital,' he said. Then the bishop saw clearly enough that if he gave presents to the other children, and not to the late Simpson's, the bride would make things warm for him. So he started again for San Francisco for sixty-four more trumpets, while Mrs. Potts gradually took leave of him in the entry--all but the red-haired woman, who was up stairs, and who had to be satisfied with screeching good-bye at the top of her voice. [Illustration] "On his way home, after his last visit to San Francisco, the bishop sat in the car by the side of a man who had left Salt Lake the day before. The stranger was communicative. In the course of the conversation he remarked to the bishop: "'That was a mighty pretty little affair up there at the city on Monday.' "'What affair?' asked Potts. "'Why, that wedding; McGrath's widow, you know--married by proxy.' "'You don't say?' replied the bishop. 'I didn't know McGrath was dead.' "'Yes; died on Sunday, and that night Brigham had a vision in which he was ordered to seal her to the bishop.' "'Bishop!' exclaimed Potts. 'Bishop! What bishop?' "'Well, you see, there were fifteen of Mrs. McGrath and eighty-two children, and they shoved the whole lot off on old Potts. Perhaps you don't know him?' "The bishop gave a wild shriek and writhed upon the floor as if he had a fit. When he recovered, he leaped from the train and walked back to San Francisco. He afterward took the first steamer for Peru, where he entered a monastery and became a celibate. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration]