How to Get a Bish to Stop Drinking

Bish was a dandy. He knew all the disreputable characters in town, which saved me having to associate with all of them. It was generally agreed that his ecclesiastical organization was paying him to stay out there in the boondocks where he wouldn't cause them further embarrassment. You could tell that before he'd started drinking, he'd really been somebody, somewhere. Then something pretty bad must have happened to him, and now he was there on fenry, trying to hide from him behind a bottle. Something ought to be done to give him a shove up on his feet again. Preaching at him would be worse than useless, and so it simply trying to get