Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 December 1884 — Rev. W. H. H. Murray in His Cafe. [ARTICLE]

Rev. W. H. H. Murray in His Cafe.

I visited Rev. W. H. H. Murray’s case. The ex-parson was cooking oysters, and the blonde-haired, voluptuous woman who is his right bower stood behind the bar. I called her to me and told her I was an American who would like to speak to Mr. Murray. Murray came up smiling, and at once remarked do me and my companions: “Gentlemen, I. guess nobody will eat these oysters unless you do. I am glad to see you. ” He served the oysters. “I don’t know as you remember me, but I once had the privilege of paying you SSO for a lecture in Lewiston, said I. “Oh, yes; I remember speaking there,” said he. And, by the way, those oysters were scrumptious. I never ate anything like them. They were cooked in eggs some way. After a while I said to the famous man who cooked them: “Pardon me, Mr. Murray, but I want to tell you how I feel at seeing yon here. I know that you once had the power of standing before an audience of 3,000 or 4,000 peope, and actually making better men and women of them. It seems to me that, when you recall what you have been, you must feel pretty blue. I would if I were in your place.” “Oh. I’m coming out all right. You’ll hear of me again,” said he, without the Teast symptom of remorse, or of an uncomfortable sensation. “I’m as good as any of them,” he added. “There isn’t an honest minister in the country. ” He keeps a temperance ranch, and is making money, they say. —Montreal letter.