The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1901-08-31

take all her own fish Off the hook, except
ing cells. They, also, are left for the mar
1ner to handle, and he does it with toler-
ance, as one who, having seen much Of
the world, knows that there is no arguing
With woman and her strange and uuac-
countable ways.
Occasionally the two fishers get a prize
in the form Of an extra fine turbot or a.
Drill or dab. Then there is great rejoice
ing, and Mrs. .Langtry arrives ashore
showing more pride than she appeared to
show once when Edward was her slave,
If one may say so without being suspected
of the crime of comparing Edward and a.
turbot. g.
Generally the chief line of fishing is for
eels Of these the ordinary eel Is taken
well inside the bay, in comparatively shall
low water; but the big and fierce conger
has to be sought in the deep channels near
the ocean. and there are some great tales
Of terrible encounters between the lady
and stupendous sea monsters, that, I'M
fortunately. always broke away, and so
never have been weighed. But they are
true stories undoubtedly, for every angler
knows that all big fish get away.
Only occasionally does she keep any of
the fish for herself. They all belong, I'M
der agreement, to the ancient mariner.
and he SELLS them to the hotel and lodg-
ing house proprtetors, who have been his
customers, for years. Occasionally some
guest will pay him a gratu1ty for the sake
Of getting particular fish that has been
caught by Mrs. Langtry herself. But that
only happens rarely now, since the nov
city has worn off, and the fish caught by
the dainty hands of Englands beauty are
sold for Just the same price as those
caught by the tarry fists of one of Eng
lands hearts OF oak.
Lily Langtry loves this land OF her
birth, indeed. The other day some one
asked her what place of all that she had
visited she admired the most and she said
at once: Jersey. unQuestiona bly,
In my opinion" she went on, Jersey
is the best British seaside holiday resort.
Its equaole temperature makes It COM
parable with the Riviera. It's wealth Of
flowers and beauty of vegetation, the
hundreds of miles of ''bowered' lanes TO
which one can retreat when the delights
Of the shore pail, the interesting people
and facilities for speaking a. foreign Lam
guage give it precedence. 81,
Moreover, it presents a coast as Wild
as Cornwall and coves, caves and rocks
grand as Norway.
It's hotels are well appointed and rea-
sonab1e in tariff. There are excellent
facilities for deep sea and fresh water
fishing, and lovely drives, golf, tennis.
cricket croquet, bowls and bathing may
be freely INDUCED in.
at is an ideal place for rest or pleas
ure, presenting almost infinite variety.
My vote is for jersey
That the Lily has no present intention.
however, Of remaining here and becoming
an ancnorlte is shown by the care she
takes not to be caught out fishing by the
SUM- Long before 1t is high enough to
burn her face. often before the summer
boarders IN st. Aubin's have begun their
early morning beauty sleep, she is landed
and has vanished behind the shades Of
the prim green and white cottage with
| the sleepy China cat and the philosoph-
ically iovlal China pig. That she is only
| summer resident OF jersey is shown
also by the care which is being taken Of
her London house and Of her sporting
house IN Newmarket. So there is no i'm
mediate danger that she will retire to be-
ffsnerwoman forever in her native
place.
e When the summer Is ended she Will turn
from cells and Dream to the London house,
where the big grizzly in the hall spea1s
Of ranch In Coyote valley in Southern
California Memories? They cannot be
inconvenIent TO our Helen. If they were
! that snarling grizzly would vanish from
human sight. But instead, evidently she
/, delights in having trophies OF her CAM
paigns IN her every haunt. Norman cot
! tage In Jersey, reminders OF her Califor-
! MIA ranch in London, souvenirs every
where OF his royal highness in Newman
ket-all that is lacking is that she write
a book Then, indeed, will the parallel
I be complete between her and that other
Helen who sat atssner loom in Priam.s
/ palace where her
Golden web her one sad story crown'd,
\ The Trojan wars she weaved (herseIf the
Dr1ze)
And the dire triumphs of her fatal eyes.