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his bachelor quarters, reflectively drinking his coffee. His deep, daunt less eyes went roving over the orig inal decorations on his robes hang ing opposite. He was still staring at them as he yelled, "Come in!" to a cold, steady knockoutside. 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 floor. "You are the Bishop!" gasped Culp. "I've seed your picture. You are the 'Piscopalian Bishop of this State." "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 with you?" "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 also. "He's done accomplished all he was sent fer, 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 Bishop. "I'm him." "You? Are you mad? You are not Culpepper Hazzard!" i "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, bavin' to leave the railroad an' hit a short trail. "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 woman. "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 work." "Top 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, niakin' 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 church at home." "You actually offer to pay me blackmail! So long as you are in the land of the living, they shall know