Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-10-02
Miscellany.
4 QUEER STORY.

| WAS fishing in the V one cold dav
in March. TO stand up to ones hips in
water on such day, welding ones rod
with benumbed fingers, shows one an en-
thusiastic lover Of the gentle art And
such | was, and for once had got hold OF
good time. The water was Just the
right height and color, the wind was cold,
but not too cold for the trout, and blow
ing down the stream, raising nice curl
on the water, not strong enough 10 pre-
vent my throwing my fly right in the
teeth OF it. | was fishing up the river
from Glandwy, and every other cast rose
a good fish, and generally brought them
TO basket. After 3 o'clock they would
rise no more, and whip as | would l could
not stir fin.
! was not sorry, then, when the next
reach OF the river brought me in full view
Of the handsome stone bridge which sepa
rated the V, and which | knew car
lied the highroad which led to the market
town Of Llanwyn. Thereupon I emerged
on dry land, and taking off nv wading
boots and tlinging them over my shoulder
lit my pipe and started at a smart pace on
my way 10 Llanwyn. | was very tired but
very happy, for | had a good basket of
tish, ana my opportunities of fishing be-
ing rare appreciated my luck accord
lngly. After walking about a mile. the
gloom of evening drawing on, and the
hills seeming to close in upon me in mys-
terious shadows, | heard behind me the
beat of hOots and the rattle of wheels, and
presently there overlook me a spanking
mare, drawing dog-cart. wherein was
seated q jollylooking man. with a broad,
good-humored face, wearing brown
greatcoat. He pulled the mare up sharp
and shouted out
fyou are going to Llanwyn III give
you a lift"
Nothing 10th ! scrambled into the dor-
cart, whilst the mare executed pas seug
on her hind legs, and away we went We
were soon at Llanwyn, neutral-tinted
Welsh village, consisting Of a long street
Of novels, big hotel, the Prince Level
lyn, jutting out into the middle thereof. a
rugged little church, dozen public
houses, and half dozen dissenting chap
els. At the Prince LlewelIyn my friend
pulled up
Come and have some beer The home
brewed is capital. Ddu gJaSSiad dd clcrlc,
Annie darling to the pretty Cambrian
waitress. The beer was really good; we
drank to our respective healths, after the
kindly Celtic fashion, and struck up
friendship cemented by two other glasses
of arm -
We agreed to Cile togcthera 5 x,and while
my trend, whose name | found was Rob
erts, went TO transact his business, | took
81 stroll around the town and called upon
the local fly maker fisherman and barber
s. talk over the fishing and lay in stock
s. flies l found myself at six, with an
eXCellC~f appetite, at the Prince Llewel-
lyn. r. Roberts was punctual, and we
III FL }
Welsh mutton, and grilled chicken, which
formed our repaSt, washed down by ia
nous hOmc-brewed ale. Dinner finished,
there being no other guests in the coffee
room, we lit our pipes, brewed some
whIsky-punch, and began to talk of fish
over the fire.
Roberts, found, was thorough fisher
man and naturalist, and a keen sports
man We discussed the merits of 'all the
streams which flow in Wales, of all the
flies which cock their tails" till we fin
Ished sundry tumbers Of punch.
''Do you know" said Roberts, you re
mind me of friend of mine so much |
really thought you were the very man
when | came up to you on the road. Potts
his name was-Capt Potts-he was
London man; perhaps you know him p
No, don't know him." | sa d.
An ne was one of the PotSes who
smashed so badly some years ago" sid
my friend, indulging with loud guffaw
at the joke.
You remember the great failure OF
Potts, Pumpkin & Cope the bankers, of
conrsez Well, this Potts was a nephew
Of old Potts-Sir Tim Potts, YOU Know.
! knew nothing of this, though, when
first saw young Potts net him on the
river, fishing. He was a good fisherman;
but YOU Englishmen don't often do much
on our rivers, and then go home and say
there are no fish in them. Well, | gave
him some wrinkles, which he protited by,
aad We got to be fast friends. We've
nothing to do, so draw up to the fire and
II tell you about Potts and myself. |
always call it the merciful dealings of
Providence with John Roberts. You
shall hear:
lived in this town some ten years ago.
had just married. and lately commenced
practice as solicitor. | had been arti-
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