The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-11-16
{" WHAT'S IN A NAME?"

Clones, my name is Owen Jones,
sir.
ga very remarkable name,' I OBJ
served. ~
g Now, do you think 500 Well, it
never struck me in that way. There's
my cousin, Owen Jones, of Llancwmrust,
and nay Cousin Owen Jones, of Betsy
feachan, and"
This conversation, if such it can be
called, took place over supper OF cold
chicken and ham, at about half-past 2
O'Clock in the morning, in the Queens
Hotel, Chester. I had come by the
Irish mail from Holyhead, and Mr..
Jones came in-I know not from where
Immediately after, and sat down beside
me. agree with Sir Walter Scott, that
there are few persons from whom one
can't learn something; and there are
other subjects besides sFbent leather !"
that man may pick up information
about, SO let Mr.. Jones talk on. At
length he looked at his empty lumber,
and said:
esWhat do you say to another of the
same, Mir. - What shall I call you,
SIRE"
s'With all my heart" said I. "My
name is Smith-John Smith"
90 Well, to be sure, that's odd! I
knew several OF your name.
C I shouldn't wonder if you do. I
know forty"
''Now, do you know, Mr.. Smith, I've
a very good reason to recollect your
name. My Cousin Owen Jones, of
Llancwmrust- wild fellow he was,
too, when he was young-used to take
the name of John Smith when he was
travelling, and didn't want to be known. "
''He couldn't have taken safer in
cogsaGtO, Mr.. Jones. Twas as good as
being anonymous.
.'That's just what he always said.
and, if you don't mind, I'll tell you
what happened to myself about twenty
years ago. Your name brings it to my
recollection, sir.
''By all means" said I, ''let us have
your story"
"Well, Mr.. Smith, as I said, what I
am going to tell you happened about
twenty years ago. I had got an invita-
tlOn from frierd who was in the habit
for many years of taking the fishing of
a river liz the county of Galway, in Ire
land, where he had nice lodge-a Mr..
William Williams. Did you chance to
know him, Mr.. Smith," s
''N0, i don't think So. But knew
Bob Williams, of Dublin Castle and
Tom Williams, of Williamstown.
emo, no. This was William Williams.
But it's no matter. Well, off / started
on fine summers day crossed over
from Holyhead to Kingstown in the
City OF Dublin mail packet-fne vessels
they are, Mr. Smith, as ever put foot
in-saw the beautiful bay OF Dublin,
aud it is beauty! I never saw Naples
or Navarino, but If they re finer than the
bay of Dublin, they must be wonderful.
Well, spent lew hours seeing the
city, and then went by the Midland rail
way to Galway. 1 put up at the hotel
III Eyre square asked If there were
any letters for Mr.. Owen Jones, and
found one from Williams, to say he
would come in his trap for me next
morning. [ got my dinner, made N.Y.
self comfortable, took a stroll through
the town, and went to bed. I had just
finished my breakfast next morning,
when the waiter opened the door, and
said: So
"tThere's gentleman inquiring for
you, MIR. Jones.
''All right. said i, show him in. at
Once'-that's Williams, thought I. In a
moment the door was flung open, and In
walked, not Williams, but gentleman /
had never seen before--a tall, strapping
fellow, with military air, a huge NOUS
tache, a hooked, nose, fierce eye, and q
long white cash, as of saber wound,
across his bronzed forehead. He
walked straight up to me, and said,
'taking card out of his waistcoat- pocket
and looking at it:
Mr.. Owen Jones, I presume, sir?'
%''Tho same, sir, said I; pray be
seated. ..,3..eg ,.~..nSs .. +
Excuse me, Mr.. Jones, m business
with yon is brief. I am Capt, Bodkin,
of the Connaught Rangers; and / come
on. the part of my friend, Mr., Joyce, to
request retraction of, and an ample
apology for, the unwarrantable and in
ssulting language you addressed to him
last night, L have no doubt in q moment
eof excitement, and which, as gentle.
maa, I am sure you will have no hesita-
tion IN doing. 3 ffn9 ].
q Capt. Bodkin,' said I, in amaze
nent you are labofing under some
strange mistake never had the honor
of seeing Mr.. joyce in my life. am IN
entire stranger in these parts, and came
here only yesterday afternoon
The Captain looked at me with an
expression that seemed to me to indicate