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Show Almost a Blue Church Tragedy. President William Sullivan, of the National Blue Church, with headquarters in Salt Lake, was summoned to Carter's gun store early yesterday morning to arrest ar-rest the tragic hand of a suicidal member mem-ber of the order. The worthy link in the legion of whisky annihilators had apparently appar-ently become discouraged at the" prospects pros-pects of a long and chilly winter, therefore ne snook his boon companions around the stove of a five-cent beer saloon and went to the gun store to purchase means for an easy and quick transportation trans-portation to a more congenial bourne. The beacon-nosed bishop of the Bine church handed out his $1.25 for a pistol and made a bee line up over the Nineteenth ward bench, with the wormy i: resident ana two officers in pursuit. pur-suit. But the fellow didn't intend to die, he was resolved on the death of a canine which monopolized the whole street and sidewalk on his well-beaten cross-cut to the "free drinks saloon." The enraged member of the Blue chnrnb Bhr the threatening cur and started to retrace his footsteps to town, when he ran up against the worthy president, with a resuscitating flask of the church beverage. bever-age. The joke was apparent, and Sullivan passed round the reconciling spirit of the Blue Church without solicitation, and then, catching a hack to the 11 o'clock U. C. train, an end was put to the several little surprises on the part of the president, presi-dent, officers and the man who fooled them. |