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Show 188 glad to see me, looked glum. "Why all the smoke?" I asked. "Somebody burned our haystacks, " they all spoke at once. "On purpose!" It was hard for Papa to believe that anybody in town could hold that much ill-will for him. He had sold the hay that day at ten dollars a ton, and it was due for removal the next day, so the loss was his. Snow McDonald, 1 up watering at two A. M. had seen the fire start, definitely not internal combustion. Harmons had seen a certain young man around the stacks in the late evening-a young man who had sworn to get even with Papa for firing him after he was caught stealing the siren from the threshing machine and other less noisy items. Papa, being the bishop, wouldn't press charges. Papa had been in the bishopric since May, 1919. He was on the mountain riding when he was appointed. When he came home Mama said to him: "Guess who the new second counselor to the bishop is. " "I can guess, " Papa said. "I had a dream that three slices were cut from a loaf of bread. Billy Parker took the first slice, Herman Lott the second one, and the third slice was handed to me." "That's the new bishopric, marvelled Mama. "Billy is the bishop, Herman the first counselor and you are the second. " A year or so later he was sustained as Bishop. This also happened before I went in training, on an evening I had a date with Tommy. I had the parlor company-ready when here came the Stake Presidency with Papa. "We have to have the parlor, " Mama told me, so I hurriedly put the dining room to rights, but here came Matilda Ross and Tille Parker to |