THE PIOUS MORMON BISHOP AND THE GODLESS BRAKEMAN.

Globe, Volume IV, Issue 433, 2 November 1875, Page 3

THE PIOUS MORMON BISHOP AND THE GODLESS BRAKEMAN.

It must have been a rather touching scene when Bishop Axtell, a shining light among the just now much troubled Mormons, lately took his departure from Utah. No second rate apostle of the Mormon dispensation is Bishop Axtell, but a man big in authority and popular, not only with his fellow laborers in the vineyard of his own sex, but among the ladies of Utah. So, when he came to leave there was grief, and he was accompanied to the train by numerous sons and daughters of the mock Zion, all of whom felt very sad indeed. The party entered a Pullman car, and occupied it exclusively, locking the doors to keep all Gentiles out, and then they engaged in a season of prayer for the bishop’s especial benefit. They were having a real good time; no doubt, when a Godless brakeman, passing the bellcord through the train and in great haste, kicked at the door and wanted to get in. The pious Mormons couldn’t think of breaking up a meeting . merely to allow of the making ,up of a railway train, and so dedined to open the door. Then the Godless brakeman kicked the door in in about a minute, and bounded into the car wrathy. The good bishop, much grieved at being interrupted, reproved the Godless brakeman, and the Godless brakeman responded rudely that he “ didn’t have time to stop for any such damned humbug.” It was an inexcusable hard-hearted-ness on the part of the railroad man, and he didn’t deserve a sight of the beautiful spectacle which followed, but he got it. Yielding to the force of circumstances, the sisters saw that they must bid good-bye to the bishop, and to this end that good man placed himself ip the centre of the car and stuck out his voluptuous lips. One by one the sisters advanced and touched those protruding lips fondly with their own, enjoying a moment of rapture. Then the bishop placed his hand on each sister’s head and blessed her, and each sister presented him with a nice bouquet! It was a touching thing all round, and sufficient to convince any reasonable man that to be a Mormon bishop is occasionally to get one’s hand into the preserve jar of life, so to speak. The spectacle should have softened the heart of that railroad brakeman, but it didn’t. He only stood and jeered, and then went and told‘all about it. A railroad brakeman is sometimes very tough of heart.