Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1896-03-06

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what he could for her in a monetary
way. He was gentleman aud meant
we'll by her She refused all offers Of
assistance and disappeared as if the
Mediterranean had swallowed her up.
He heard Of her again at MarseineS.
She had been singing in cafe there.
She always had passable voice and
played the banjo well. Poor Kate Her
pride Vas dragged in the dust her heart
was broken.
Choily paused to wipe the perspiration
from his face and take few sips from
tnmbler beside him The old major,
for "a wonder, kept silence. from time 20
time shaking his head sorrowfully.
= suppose that is the frs pare of the
story. broke in Andy Wears 1t is
deuced sad. Hope The little girl got back
TO her uncle.
"Unclef growled Major Poole
Poor childl He didn't want her lie
was "a cruel hearted. mean old scaundrei.
was Peter Donovan He never treated
the gigl rieEr when la had her
Chiefly nodss 4 his head atliunailvely
10 Major Pooie's assertion and continued
his story:
"'This AL happened four years ago.
No one heard anything deIing that time
Of pretty Kate Donovan. for, You see. sire
wasn't Mrs. Gordon, after all An aunt
Of hers did have the grace 20 write 10
me. making inquiries, She had heard
that Kate Mas in the United States, i'll
IA place called Pennsylvania. and would
! make inquiries. as | lived, no doubt,
near there? Iou know, these old coun-
thy people. as they call themselves, think
that the United States are about as large
as an English county.
"Do l know itg' interrupted the ma
ior "Why, lady in London once asked
me 10 personally deliver "a small parcel
of china to her daughter because | lived
in New York, near where her daughter
was settled. / took the parcel, thinking
to see the address of some street here.
Where do You think the fair creature
lived?'
"New Jersey?" hazarded Wears.
Manner queried another.
"Nol' roared the major. 'Idahol y
"Guess you didn't accept the COM
mission, major, said Cholly.
''Well, no. ! relieved my mind by re-
citing sundry words not in Webster's
Dictionary Go on. my boy. Tell Us all
you know of pretty Kate Donovan.
81 came through Canada on my way
from the west few days age" contin-
ued Cholly. Eve changed cars at a
place not far from Toronto and had
some hours to wait for connection.
| Strolling around, / came to place
where a circus was in full swing-dou-
BILE tent, side shows, all complete. Con-
sulting my watch, l found 1 had time
to see the performance. An English
steeplechase was advertised as the chief
attraction. 1t had just commenced when
| l took my seat in the first row, close TO
the ring. / can hardly tell you my feel
ings when / recognized the first lady
rider who entered. 1t was Kate Dono-
van.
"Good heavensr' calculated the
major. "Come to that?"
Eyes; it was Kate, graceful, 1.-the
nervy as ever, looking like a queen
among those painted judys and rough
! men.
"How could you sit there and see it,
groaned Major Poole.
81 hadn't to sit long. recognized
her instantly, and, poor girl, she saw
mep'
"Knew your" gasped the major.
eyes; she turned pale under the hor-
rible paint and rouge she was daubed
with. Somehow she seemed to lose her
nerve all of sudden. The horse, a vi
cious black beast, swerved to one side
suddenly-major, fellows, | cannot tell
it, it was too horrible !"
"Kate Donovan to lose her nerve on
horseback? / cannot credit it, = said the
major in an awed tone.
II was III the ring and by her side in
q moment" Cholly continued, not no
ticing the majors interruption. = She
knew me, poor girl, when her eyes
opened for the first time She died witt
her hands tightly clasped in mine. =
Ibid she sa-ay anything?" asked
Andy Wears. Did she tell you any
thiDg?"
eff she did, you're not the one I'd re
peat it to. . said Cholly fiercely. 'Th'
last words of poor dying girl are hard
" club talk, not if know it, "
So saying, Cholly seized his coat and
strobe angrily from the room.
The other men looked at each othel
significantly.
Hes hit hard" said the major
''Poor fellowl If you had seen Kate
you'd not blame him. l always though
he liked her. I"
And Cholly, as he strobe along tn
street homeward, cursed his own foil,
!: in telling the story of pretty Kate t
such an audience. "As if they cared.
he muttered They were a set of hare
hearted, cold, cynical men, and h
(Cholly) was fool for telling the story
! Somehow he had never realized bcfor
that he had cherished an ideal for Tia
past four years, and that ideal was tn
woman. who but few days before hat
died in his arms. Tell that idiot Vicar
what she said? Cholly smiled grimly a
the thought struck him, for only b
knew what those last words had been
They echoed in his ears even now in th
din and noise of the New York evening
'sCholly, dear-dear Cholly !"
If she had only said them four year
ago, he thought miserably as he shove
his key into the latch Of his home door