The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-05-19
BOTTLED BEER
Derived Its Origin From the Flight
of q Fisherman.

Derived Its Origin From the Flight
of a Fisherman.
A good deal of controversy has been
going on OF late regarding the origin OF
bottled beer, and the following piece Of
true history will therefore be interest
ing, as It Is little known.
In the middle of the sixteenth century
Alexander Novel; ID. D., was head mas
ter of Westminster school, a pIebendary
of the abbey and the possessor Of
charming country residence, named Red
hall, situated near Clithero, Lancashire,
whittier he was wont to retire during the
holidays. Now, Dr. NOVEL; as a stancA
Protestant, SO when Edward vi died and
Queen Mary succeeded TO the throne he
thought 1t prudent TO forsake the
cloisters Of Westminster for Redhall
park, having a very shrewd suspicion
that if he did not, trouble might befah.
The doctor was an enthusiastic and ex-
pert angler, and thanks TO the we'll
stocked trout streams running through
his Lancashire demesne, he had every
opportunity of INDUCING In his favorite
pursuit.
One fine May morning. then, saw
NOVEL; preparing his rod and tackle, and
as it promised to be a scorching hot day
he, before starting out, took the pres
caution Of filling q large stone bottle
higher and higher In the heavens, the
fisherman got warmer and warmer, AMI
the stone bottle became more and more
OF an incumbrance. He, therefore, de-
tcrmined to leave the bottle in safe
place until he felt ready to enjoy It's re-
freshnent and what could be more suit
able for the purpose than the hollow OK
an old pollard tree, overhanging the
water, ensconced in which the stream
would gently lavo the bottom Of the jar
and keep the contents fresh and cool.
Hardly had this been done when he heard
q voice calling his name, and, looking
around, saw one Of his serV ants, his
features agltated with terror. They We
come, sir! They've GOMEZ the man cried.
who has conner" asked the amazed
doctor. 1.-The soldiers of Bloody Mary,
sir; they are searching high and low for
you; they are rans2cking your chests;
aud one Varlet has a piece OF paper bear
ing Il great seal and the queens mama
on it, HAS her" grirnly replied NOVEL;.
and without further ado-forgetful Of Lis
fish, forgetful Of hts stone bottle-ha
tucked up his cassoclS and fed across the
meadows. After some days Of perilous
wandering NOVEL; reached Chester safe
ly, where an Old Westminster boy,
named Francis Bowyer, a merchant Of
the city. received him into his house,
and eventually smuggled him to the con-
tinent In one or MS own trading vessels.
Six years had elapsed Queen Mary
was dead; Queen Elizabeth was on the
throne, and NOVEL; was back in Lanca-
shire Once again hot May morning
saw him setting forth TO fish, but this
time, fortunately, neglecting to take
with him bottle OF ale. AS the day
waxed hotter Novel; became both tired
and thirsty. He dropped his rod and his
thoughts drifted back to that eventful
May morning six years ago, and then to
the stone bottle which he had so care
| fully slowed away In the hollow of the
pollard tree. Was the bottle still there,
| he wondered. He wandered, down the
| stream until he picked out that partic-
| ular root, and, kneeling down. thrust
J in an arm. Out came the bottle, appar-