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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 21, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 20',
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his bachelor quarters, reflectively
drinking his coffee. His, deep, daunt
less eyes went roving over the orig-
j inal decorations on his robes hang
ing opposite. He was still staring at
them as he yelled, "Come in!" to a
cold, steady knock tmtside.
When he turned to greet the man
entering, he started up in such hor
rified' surprise that he overturned the
table, the coffee streaming on the
"You are the Bishop!" gasped
Culp. "I've seed your picture. You
are the 'Piscopalian Bishop of this
"I am, indeed," returned the
stranger with a stately inclination of
the head. "Having heard of the scan
dalous method practiced by Benjamin
Culpepper Hazzard, whom I unfortu
nately sent out here, I have come to
inquire into the matter. Is he living
"Yes, Bishop. He lives with me.
Won't you set down?"
"When I set Culpepper Hazzard
out here he seemed an eminently re
spectable son of the church."
The host permitted himself a chair
"He's done accomplished all he was
sent f er, Bishop," he volunteered tim
idly. "Wolf Pass is plum decent.
Them as orter be married is married,
them as cheat an' lie is lynched, or
drove out of town. Nobody ain't al
lowed to swear except in respectable
Bible terms an' no ladies present."
"Sir, only your ignorance induces
you to excuse such a man. Will you
kindly call him hither?"
"Where is he?" thundered the
"You? Are you mad? You are not
"I'll be jiggered ef I warn't baptized
that way! That absent-minded feller
you sont out under that same name
traveled with me part of his way, a
quotin' pages of what he was goin'
to read to them miners. In Traction
ville we both bought hosses, havin'
to leave the railroad an' hit a short
"A meeker-appearin' animile than
yore Culpepper selected I never seen.
But that there bronco had the pa
tience of a jackass an' the wiles' of a
"Which he waited till we was pass
in' through a stony section an' then
he ups and slams your D. D. down on
a pile of rock, a-killin' of him in
stant." "Well, Bishop, I got sorry for the
Church right there. I carried yore
Culpepper back to Tractionville, and
buried him like my own brother. Then
I got p'ints on demoninations, being
still sorry for the Church. Mebbe I
was prejudiced in favor of yore brand
because I had Culpepper's oufit all
ready, an' I was Culpepper myself.
Bishop," he added appealingly, "I've
cleaned this hell-hole perfectly clean.
And I know you're too much of a
gentleman to split on me because I
wasn'.t regularly proscribed for the
"Too much of a gentleman to split
on you," repeated the outraged Bish
op. "Wretched man, I shall expose
your iniquity in full tomorrow."
"You dare to ask me to counten
ance your chicancery?" he gasped.
"Bishop, before God, I never beg
ged till now, but I'll lick yore boots
ef it will satisfy you! Look at this
thing right. Have I taken anything
from these folks? Not a damn cent!
Haven't I taught 'em to live square,
deal clean, and remember Who made
'em? Is that wrong? I did know I'd
ort to have gone through some red
tape afore I wored regulation gowns,
but so many things goes nekked of
official seals out-here that it seemed
like religion might too.
"I'll go away tomorrow, makin'
some excuse, ef only you'll keep
mum. And I've only got a little money
of my own. You shall have every cent
of it for your churqh at home."
"You actually offer to pay me
blackmail! So loig as you are in the
land of the living, they shall know