A Great Fisherman

Charles Grant bad a great and well deserved tsputation for finding a fish in water which other mcn liad fished blank. This was partly because, from long familiar- with the river, he knew al] the likmiest casts, partly becanse he -was suro to have at the end of his casting line just the proper fly for the size of water and condition of weather, and partly because of his quiet, neat handed manner of dropping his line on the water. There is a story still current on Speyside i Ilustrativa of this gift of Charlie in finding a fish where people who rather fancied themselves had failed - a story which Jarnie Shanks to this day does not care to hear. Mr. Russel of The Scotsman had done his very best from the quick run at the top of the pool of Dalbreck, down to the almost dead still water at the bottom of that fine stretch, and had found no luck. Janaie Shanks; who was with Mr. Russel as his fisherman, had gone over it to no purpose with a fresh fly. They were grampishly discussing whether they should give Dalbreck another turn, or go on to Pool-o-Brock, the next pool down stream, when Charles Grant made his appearance and asked the waterside question, "Whafc luck?" "No luck at all, Charlie!" was Russel's answer. "Deevil a rise!" was Shanks' sourer reply. In his demure, purring way Charles Grant, who, in his manner, was a duplícate of the late Lord Granville, remarked, "There ought to be a fish come out of that pool." "Tak' him out, thenl" exclaimed Shanks gruffly. "Wall, I'lltry, " quoth the soft spoken Charlie, and just at that spot, about 40 yards from the head of the pool, whero the current slackens and the fish lia awhile bef ore breasting the upper rapid, he hooked a fish. Then it was that Russel, in the genial manner which made provosts swear, remarked, "Shanks, I advise yon to take half a year at Mr. Grant 's school. " "Pat for?" inquired Shanks sullenly. "To learn to fish, ' ' replied the master of sarcasm of the