The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-11-17
{" WHAT'S In A NaME!"

WHAT'S IN A NAME!"
Zones, my name is Owen Jones,
sir.
GA very remarkable name" l OBJ
served.
Now, do you think SOP Well, it
never struck me in that way. There's
my cousin, Owen Jones, of Llancwmrust,
and my Cousin Owen Jones, OF Betsy
feschan, and"
This conversation, if such it can be
called, took place over a supper of cold
chicken and ham, at about half-past 2
o'clock in the morning, in the Queens
Hotel. Chester. L had come 10y the
Irish mail from Holyhead, and Mr..
Jones came in-I know not from where
immediately after, and sat down beside
me. I agree with Sir Walter Scott, that
there are few persons from whom one
can't learn something; and there are
other subjects besides I" bent leather ="
that man may pick up information
about, so | let Mr.. Jones talk on. At
length he looked az his empty t,lmbler,
and sad:
What do you say to another of the
same. MIR. - WHAT shall call you,
ST.
With all my heart" said I, "My
nGue TX Smith-lohn smith,"
WeL, 10 be sule, that's odd L
knew several of your name"
. shouldn't wonder if you do.
know forty"
Now, do you know Mr.. Smith, I've
a very good reason to recollect your
name. My Cousin Owen Jones, of
L.ancwmrust-a wild fellow he was,
too, when be Was youpg-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
ooQ'lito, Mr.. Jones. Twas as good as
being anonymous"
Ilats just what he always said.
And, If you don't mind, I'll tell you
whaJ 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"
Vol, Mr.. Smith, as I said, what 1
ar going to tell You happened about
twenty years ago. | had got al invita-
ton from friepd who was III the habit
for many years of taking the fishing of
river IL the county OF Galway, in Ire
leD6, where he had a nice lodge-a Mr..
William Williams. Did you chance t.
know him, Mr.. Smith p
" No, don't think so. But knew
Bob Williams, OF Dublin Castle and
Tom Williams, of Williamstown."
No. no. This was William Williams.
b.; rs no matter. Well, off I started
on flee summers Gay crossed over
from Holyhead to Kngstown in the
City of Dublin mail packet-iine vessels
they arc, Mr.. Smith, as ever put foot
in-saw the beautiful bay OF Dublin,
and i N a beauty! L never saw Naples
on havarno, but if they re finer than the
bay Of Dublin, they must be wonderful.
Well, / spent few hours seeing the
city, and then went by the Midland rail
way to Galway. l put up at the hotel
in Eyre h1uHre asked If there were
any letters for Mr.. Owen Jones, and
found one from Williams, to say he
woTld come III his trap for me next
morning. L got my dinner, made my
sell comfortable, took a stroll through
the town, and went to bed l had Just
finished ray breakfast next morning,
when tbs waiter opened the door, and
said:
'''There's gentleman iuquiring for
you, Mr.. Jones.
a. All right, said i, show him in at
ouce'-SEat's Williams, thought L. In
moment no door was flung open, and in
walked, AIT Williams, but gentleman |
had never seen before-a tall, strapping
fellow, wi. Ia military air, huge nous
tacha, hooked nose, a fierce eye, and
long white cash, as of a saber wound,
across his bronzed forehead. He
walked straight up to me, and said,
taxing a card out of his waistcoat. pocket
and looking at it:
"' Mr. Owen Jones, 1 presume, sir?'
eth, same, sir, said /; pray be
seated.
I" Excuse me, MIR. Jones. my business
with Won IL brief. am Capt. Bodkin,
of the Oonnaught Rangers; and come
on the part of my friend, Mr.. Joyce, t.
request retraction of, and an ample |
apology for, the unwarrantable and in
sultng language you addressed to him |
last night, L have no doubt in a moment |
OF excitement, and which, as gentle
man, l am sure you will have no hesita-
ton in doing
Capt. Bodkin,' said /, in amaze
ment, you are laboring under some
strange mistake. never had the honor
OF seeing Mr.. Joyce in my life. am an
entire stranger in these parts, and came
here only yesterday afternoon
Tho Captain looked at me with nm
expression that seemed TO me to indicate
both disbelief and contempt. NV Welsh
blood was reused.