Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-08-06
ROSE COGHLAN
As an ANGLER-THIS BRIDE on HER HONEY
NOON MADE A REMARKABLE HAUL
OF Big Tru.i-Arrsysd in Sticky oilskins She
Went Dat in Driving Storm Bscanss the
Tins Pond Camp Lacked SOnsihilg Fresh to
Eat-A Chat With Fair ROsalind.


In some respects the charming fea-
ture OF Long Branch life is your aoso-
lutte uncertainty as to what fellow you
are going 10 meet next
He may be the President OF the Uni
ted States, or he may be the per center
! with whom you have pledged your win
ter overcoat
The best fellow who has turned up at
Long Branch this summer, so far, Mrs.
John 7. Sullivan, known the world over
as Rose Coghlan. She is spending the
last quarter of her honeymoon al Long
Branch, the first three-Qusrters having
been spent at Tins Pond, an inaccessi-
BILE spot In the Maine woods, which the
Herald alone was able 10 find her after
sudden marriage and elopement with
Mr.. Sullivan.
Mrs. Sullivan spent few days st
the West End Hotel, and on Thursday
went over to the Avenel at Pleasure
Bay, where have had the pleasu'" vi
seeing her and talking everything over
with her.
MARRIED BY REAL PARsoS.
"Before | tell you anything about the
Maine woods" she said, ~ want You
TO say that / was sacredly married 10
Mr., Sullivan by priest OF the Protes-
tant Episcopal Church. Mr.. Hoyt was
Mr.. Sullivan's witness, and one OF my
old friends my witness. The papers
have it that only a civil marriage was
performed. l have my marriage certi-
6cate here duly attested.
Mrs. Sullivan was very serious and so
was her little adopted daughter Rosa
lind and her tiny pug Pugons as she
made this statement, but when | asked
her about her great fishing exploit at
Tins Pond, Maine, the entire atnos-
phere OF the room changed.
The rich voice rolled out In melodi-
Gus laughter, Rosalind danced about the
room and Pigeons caught imaginary flies
with vengeance and happy bark.
II never was more amused and I'M
pressed than by the enterprise OF the
Herald in chasing me way up TO Tins
Pond. When the poor fellow arrived
at the camp appreciated the fsc. that
he had jolted in blackboard just as
Mr.. Sullivan and had over forty miles
Of the merest apology for road, on
which you were lucky to keep one
wheel one the ground AZ a time.
When the Herald man had got that
far felt bound to tell him the truth.
felt that he deserved II, but l didn't
tell him that had been married over
in Jersey or who had performed the
ceremony.
LIFE IN CAMP.
"Our life In camp was simply idyllic,
something like Rosalind's in the Arden
forest. There's part that love best
Of all mT repertoire. or course you
| know that l am going TO play IT here at
Pleasure Bay week after next and we
begin rehearsals next week"
The charming actress was dressed In
a pale blue peignoir. She was brown as
her chestnut hair and so full OF that vi
tally and impetuosity which have made
| her famous on the stage that IL seemed
stupid to stop her, but ventured to In
| terrupt:-
How about that wonderful catch Of
trout?"
Alaugh that could be heard across
the bay at old Ben Vests followed.
THAT was the most awful day ever
saw. 1t was raining cats and dogs.
There were only six Of us in camp, but
the supply OF fresh food had run low.
The rule in camp and all through Maine
Is that you can catch only as many fish
| In day as you can eat. Well, we had
eaten all we had taken the day before
and there was nothing for supper but
o,nnad meat and vegetables.
az said to my husband, John, I'm
going fishing John, who likes his ease
and comfort like most men, said:-'Non-
sense, my dear; look at the weather.!
That didn't scare me a bit, and being
lust married, / thought would paddle
my husbands canoe as well as my own.
| You know I'm a great paddler, so of /
dragged him.
CLAD IN oILsKINs.
81 was dressed in complete suit OF
| oilskins; oilskin skirt, oilskih double
breasted jacket, regular sou'wester
buttoned under my chin and rubber
boots buckled up on my thighs-a pref
ty Rosalind, eh!
"Sulliyan looked half persisted as we
pushed oct into the lake. 1t may have
been strictly against the law am not
sure-but / used what they call q
ground tackle (vulgate, worms) on
this occasion.
81 only kept poor Sullivan out an
hour. felt that perhaps ! was sbus-
ing my legal rights as his wife, and be-
sides / caught fish so fast with my bait
rod that my hands got tired.
"In an hour / padded Sullivan
ashore. / had killed thirty-fye OF the
prettiest front you ever saw. My hus-
band strung them on line and we
marched up to the camp with our din
ner and we ate every one OF them.
"As we approached shouts OF tri-
umph arose. / was perfect sight.
know | must hive looked like one OF
those EsquimauK women you see In
pictures OF Arctic explorations. The
rain was runnigg of my sou'wester and
| down my nose 10 streams. / held the
string OF FISH in one hand and my paddle
| in the other. Or. Holland, one OF our
party-who, I regret 10 say, Is a kodak
| fend-ra out with his instrument,
shouting Stand STILL and shot me be-
| fore could throw up my hands; and
now suppose shall go down TO pos
| terity looking like a combination OF
DR.. Mary Walker. Long Branch fish.
erman add a Salvation Armyist.
THE Herald has already told OF nj
| life In camp. 1t was the same every
day. except under better conditions oil
weather, as when / made this famous
catch. Thirty-fye trout In al hour
means more than owe every minute and
half. That IL about as quick as any