Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1896-01-30
CHOLLY's STORY.

smoking concert, Cholly SAID, u nc
came out Of his room attired oil III
white, looking a perfect picture OF
manly beauty. Cholly was a blonde
specimen Of the male sex, blue-eyed,
golden-haired; o stalwart representa-
tive Of the Saxon type. lie was ~, well
placed as regards this worlds wealth
and position. Life to him-thanks to
old Egerton Bailey, his late father
was pleasant pastime, the world .
harmed play place, where girls wor-
shipped him and men voted him .
trump. So much for Cholly, debonair,
kind-hearted and handsome, who had
Travelled the world over making friends
wherever he went.
Cholly's prediction that 1t was too
warm even for smoking concert on
this particular evening was verified BY
the slim attendance there on his arrival.
Only eight men out of 30 expected
found their way to the usual rendez-
vous. by general agreement the music
was banished, coats discarded, ncgligce
attitudes assumed and the eight men
amused themselves by relating anec-
dotes and personal experiences.
"By the way, Cholly,' at last friend
said to the blonde Adonis, who, sprawled
on sofa, was listening quietly to the
conversation, you're very silent to-
night, you've just arrived from the
west, too. Come, haven't you some
blood-curdling tale to tell us of western
atrocities, cowboys breaks or out
RACES? These fellows stories are stale.
We require something spicy to stir
us up q night like this"
"Well, | did have an adventure, but
its recital won't be spicy, Tracy; ldont
think it will be the style you care for"
"Out with ii! Out with IT. seven
voices simultaneously exclaimed. us
II a Christian Endcavor story, Cholly"
asked Tracy. "You do look awful SOL
emn."
"No, it's q Sunday school tale said
Andy Wears, very young man with
II new mustache and drawl.
".All right" said Cholly, quietly. III
You fellows don't be quiet, ! won't tell
it,"
go OH, Cholly, don't mind the
calves" grunted old Maj. Poole. "Tell
US your story, man."
at will interest you, major; doubt
less you remember the Donovans, OF
I.imerick-pretty Kate, they called one
of them. | met them in Dublin"
do | remember her? May me eys
fall out OF me head II Ieycrsce her likes
again-eyes like yiolets, hair like ink
and u skin like peaches and cream. And
a fgger! God bless you, boys, she had
u hgger like goddess. She could ride
cross country like bird. Never saw
such q rider before nor since. But,
Cholly, me boy, | thought you were
gone In that direction Oh, the pair
you'd have made"
Cholly blushed scarlet, the company
exchanged glances. Seems to me-"
said Andy Wears, that the majors
telling this story. Go on, Cholly, hold
the platform" So Cholly cleared his
throat las Andy said afterward he
seemed nightly upset by the majors
wiped the perspiration from
his flushed face, and began:
"You see, fellows, my story will have
to consist of two parts, the introduction
and the sequel. 1t begins in Ireland
four years ago and ends in Canada four
days ago. 1t was in Dublin that first
met Miss Kate Donovan, Of Limerick.
She was a sumner, as the major says,
the best cross-country rider l ever saw.
She was as poor as church mouse and
as proud as Lucfer. She was an or
phan, had been brought her uncle,
old Peter Donovan; he had three
of his own, but none of them
could hold a candle to Miss Kate herself.
From what saw during the time was
in Dublin, | don't think the trio cared
much for pretty Kate; they were jeal-
Gus of her. and took pains to show 1t in
many petty ways, particularly when
Capt. Gordon, who was considered a
catch, appeared on the
scene and devoted himself to Kate"
Capt. Rupert Gordon, Of the 47th?"
quericd Maj. Poole.
"Thc very same, II dark beggar, with
q bad mouth and lots of money.
"Well, he was the man that set all the
Dublin girls wild. They literally lion
lied him. lie was douce enough there.
He was asked everywhere. and old Peter
Donovan was mad enough when he
asked him for his niece, and not for one
Of his daughters. They said the three
girls never spoke to Kate for weeks.
poor Kate, she hardly knew what to
DO; she was very unhappy-she told me
all about it one evening at dance.
,ba hid n devil ~ life In her uucle's