The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-01-11

staying; she was gaudily-attired spe'
linen, not overcultured. She registere
as Mrs. Capt. Gordon. and forced hei
self into the Gordon private rooms
Gordon hadn't word to say; he owne'
up that he had married her five year
before somewhere. where his regimen
was stationed; forget where. Their
was terrible scene, which ended b.
Kate leaving the hotel. No one knes
where she went. My friend, an Eng
lishman, who told me just what l hav
told you, tried to follow her and offere'
TO do what he could for her in none
tary way. He was n gentleman, ant
meant well by her. She refused all of
fers of assistance, and disappeared n
| IL the Mediterranean had swallowed he
up. lie heard of her again at Mar
settles; she had been singing in caf'
there; she always had n passable voice
and played the banjo well. Poor Kate
her pride was dragged in the dust, hel
heart was broken"
Cholly paused to wipe the perspira
tion from his face and take n few sips
from q tumbler beside him. The old
major, for a wonder, kept silence, from
time to time shaking his head sorrow
fully.
II suppose that is the first part of the
story" broke in Andy Wears. 1T is
deuced sad; hope the little girl got
back to her uncle"
"Uncle!" growled Maj. Poole. "Poor
child, he didn't want her. He was a
cruel-hearted, mean old scoundrel, was
Peter Donovan; he never treated the
girl right when he had her"
Cholly nodded his head affirmatively
to Maj. Poole's assertion, and continued
his story:
This all happened four years ago;
no one heard anything during that time
of pretty Kate Donovan, for you see
she wasn't Mrs. Gordon, after oil. An
aunt of hers did have the grace to
write 10 me making inquiries; she had
heard that Kate was in the United
States, in a place called Pennsylvania,
and would / make inquiries, rs l lived.
no doubt, near there? You know, these
old country people, as they call them
selves, think that the United States are
about as large as an English colony"
DO l know it?" interrupted the
major. "Why, a lady in London once
asked me to personally deliver small
parcel of china to her daughter, because
1 lived in New York, near'whcre her
daughter was settled. / took the par
eel, thinking to see the address of some
street here. Where do you think the
fair creature lived?"
"New Jersey" hazarded Wears.
"Maine?' queried another.
''No." roared the major; 'Idaho!"
"Guess you didn't accept the commits
sion, major" said Cholly.
"Well, no. / relieved my mind by
reciting sundry words not in Wcbster's
Go on, my boy. Tell us
all you know of pretty Kate Donovan"
II came through Canada on my way
from the west, few days ago." con-
tinued Cholly. I'VE changed cars at
place not far from Toronto, and had
some hours to wait for connection.
Strolling around, I came to place
where circus was in full swing.
Double tent, side shows, all complete.
my watch, found 1 had
time to see the performance. An Eng
lish steeplechase was advertised as
the chief attraction. 1t had just COM
menced when / took my seat in the
first row close to the ring. can hard
ly tell you my feelings when recog-
nized the first lady rider who entered
it was Kate Donovan"
"Good hea. ens." calculated the ma
ior. "Come to that?"
Eyes, it was Kate. Graceful, 1.-the,
nervy as ever, looking like queen
among those painted judys and rough
men,"
'How could you sit there and see it?"
groaned Maj. Poole.
II hadn't to sit long. / recognized
her instantly--and. poor girl, she saw
me-"
"kncw your gasped the major. 2,
"Yes, she turned pale unded the hor-
rible paint and rouge she was daubed
with; somehow she seemed to lose her
nerve all of a sudden. The horse, a
vicious black beast, swerved to one side
neutrality-suspicious., 1 cannot tell
1t. 1t was too horrible"
"Kate Donovan 10 lose her nerve on
horseback? / cannot credit it," said
the major, in an awed tone.
II was in the ring and by her side in
n moment" Cholly continued, not no
ticing the majors interruption. "She
knew me, poor girl, when her eyes
opened for the first time. She died with
her hands tightly clasped in NINE"
"Did she sa-ay anything?" asked
Andy Wears; ibid she tell you any
thing?" I~N
IF she did, you're not the one I'd re-
peat it TO-" said Cholly, fiercely. "The
last words of poor dying girl are hard
ly club talk, not if know it,"
So saying, Cholly seized his coat and
strobe angrily from the room.
The other men looked at each other
significantly.
Hes hit hare" said the ma or; "poor
fellow. If you had seen Kate you'd not
blame him. Railways thought he liked
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