The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1896-02-26
CHOLLY'S STORY.

CHOLLY'S STORY.
1t was too warm an evening, even for
a smoking concert, Cholly said, as he
came out of his room, attired all in
white, looking a perfect picture of
manly beauty. Cholly was blonde
specimen of the male sex, blue eyed,
golden haired, stalwart representa-
tive of the Saxon type. He was y,
well placed as regards this world :
wealth and position. Life to him
thanks to old Egerton Bailey, his late
father-was q pleasant pastime, the
world charmed play place, where
girls worshiped 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 it was too
warm even for a smoking concert on
this particular evening was verified by
the slim attendance there on his ar
rival. Only eight men out of the 80
expected found their way to the usual
rendezvous. BY general agreement
the music was banished, coats discard
ed, neglige attitudes assumed, and the
eight men amused themselves by re-
lating anecdotes and personal expe-
riences.
"By the way, Cholly," at last
friend said to the blonde Adonis, who,
sprawled on n sofa, was listening quiet
ly to the conversation, you're very ST.
lent tonight. You've just arrived from
the west too. Come, haven't you some
blood curdling tale to tell us of west
ern atrocities, cowboy breaks or Cox
ey outrages? These fellows stories are
stale. We require something spicy to
stir us up a night like this"
"Well, did have an adventure, but
its recital won't be spicy, Tracy. L
don't think it will be the style you care
for.n
"Out with it. Out with it ~ seven
voices simultaneously exclaimed. as
it a Christian Endeavor story, Cholly?'
asked Tracy. "You do look awful SOL
emn.n
mo; it's a Sunday school talk, F"
said Andy Wears, a very young man
with new mustache and drawl.
"All right" said Cholly quietly ''if
you fellows don't be quiet, L won't tell
it,"
'Go on, Cholly. Don't mind the
calves" grunted old Major Poole.
"Tell us your story, man."
at will interest you, major. Doubt
less you remember the Donovans OF
Limerick-pretty Kate, they called one
of them. met them in Dublin"
'Do | remember her? May me eyes
fall out of me head if ever see her
likes again-eyes like violets, hair like
ink and skin like peaches and cream.
And ligger! God bless you, boys she
had figger like goddess. She could
ride cross country like a bird. Never
saw such a rider before nor since. But,
Cholly, me boy, | thought you were
gone i'm that direction. Oh, the pail
you'd have made ~
Cholly biushed scarlet 4; the company
exchanged glances. "Seems to me,
said Andy Wears, ''that the major:
telling this story. Go on, Clolly
hold the platform. SO Cholly cleared
his throat, as Andy said afterward he
seemed nightly upset by the majors
remarks, wiped the perspiration from
his flushed face and began
"You see, fellows, my story will
have to consist of two parts, the intro
duction and the sequel. 1t begins in
Ireland four years ago and ends il
Canada four days ago. 1t was in Dub
! lin that | first met Miss Kate Dono
van of Limerick. She was sumner
rs the major says, the best cross coun
try rider | ever saw. She was poor a
a church mouse and proud as Lucifer
She was an orphan had been brought
up by her uncle, old Peter Donovan
He had three daughters of his own
but none of them could hold a candl
to Miss Kate herself. From what
saw during the time | was in DLblir
don't think the trio cared much TO
pretty Kate they Were jealous of he
and took pains to show it in man.
petty ways, particularly when Captain
Gordon, who was considered matri
monial catch, appeared on the scen'
and devoted himself to Kate"
captain Rupert Gordon of the For
ty-seventh?" queried Major Poole.
"The very same, dark beggar, witt
bad mouth and lots of money.
"Well, he was the man that set al
the Dlblin girls wild. They literall
lionized him. He was douce enougl
there. He was asked everywhere, an
old Peter Donovan was mad enoug
when he asked him for his niece ant
not for one of his daughters. The
said the three girls never spoke
Kate for weeks.
"Poor Kate. She hardly kneN
what to do. She was very unhappy
She told me all about it one evening q
dance. She had devil ola life i
her uncle's house, aud Gordon SCENE
very fond of her. She didn't kno
what he really was neither did /, or
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