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Show Bishop Tuttle in Montana. Some funny incidents occasionally befall travelers in new and rushing mining camps. One of these hap-Dened hap-Dened the worthy bishop of the Episcopal Epis-copal diocese on a recent trip to Butte, n camp which just now has insufficient lodgings for the multitudes of comers. Ho wag cordially received and listened to with profound and respectful attention by a large audience. au-dience. When bed time came, owing ow-ing to limited hotel accommodations, he and the rector ol St. James parish wero escorted to a comfortable cabin on the main street, hospitably given the possession thereof, and hidden a pleasant "good-night" by the owner. The night was warm, and the door was left open for veut'lation, Drowsiness Drow-siness camo soon and gratefully to the tired sojourners. Soon a step was heard, a bnrlv form entertHl tliR dnnr. and the bishop spake, "Who's there; are you the owner of this cahi::?" "No, but I saw the 'door open, and just thought I would come in here and sleep." The bishop cogitated; he was too hospitable hos-pitable and hal been too long in the mountains to refuse to share his shelter with the shelterhss, or to have any apprehensions of trouble. And so be gave consent, and the strangor turned in on the floor. Presently came another accidental lodger; substantially the Bame questions ques-tions and answers passed, with the same result. Then a third came also: the iiitrruntinns wprn PfMint" monotonous, and bishop and priest slumbered, unconscious of the waking world, till morn, when, on awakening, awaken-ing, they l und six men beside them-selce them-selce h:id a :'ght beneath that little root shelter, i .st and sleep. There is invitation in an open door. Deer Lodge -Atip North icf.it. |