Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1896-01-29
CHOLLY'S STORY.

it was too warm an evening, even for
q smoking concert, Cholly said, as he
came out of his room attired in white,
looking a perfect picture of manly
beauty. Cholly was blonde specimen
of the male sex. blue-eyed, golden-haired;
a stalwart representative of the Saxon
type He was 81, we'll placed as re-
CARDS this worlds wealth and position.
Life to him-thanks to old EgertOn
Bailey, his late father-was a pleasant
pastime, the world a charmed play-place,
where girls worshiped him and men
voted him q 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 arrival.
Only eight men out of the thirty expect
ed found their way to the usual rendez-
yous By general agreement the music
was banshed, coats discarded, neghgee
attitudes assumed, and the eight men
amused themselves by relating anee-
dOtes and personal experiences
BY the way, CbOlly." at last a friend
said to the blonde Adonis, who, spraWled
on a sofa, was listening quietly 70 the
converse ton. you're very silent tonight.
you've just arrived from the West, too
Come, haven't you some bloOd-curdling
tale to tell us of Western atrocities
cowboy breaks or CoXey outrages?
These fellows stories are stale. We re-
quire something spicy to stir us up Il
night like this
well, did have an adventure, but it's
recital won't be spicy, Tracy; l don't
think it will be the style you care for
Out with it! Out with it, seven
voices simultaneously exclaimed. rs it
Christian Endeayor story, Choly?'
asked Tracy. You do look awful sol
enn."
No; it's a Sunday school tale said
Andy Wears, very young man with a
new m0ustache and a draWl.
"All right" said ChOlly. quietly. IF
you fellows don't be quiet | won't tell
go on, Cholly, don't mind the calves, :
grunted old Maj. Poole. Tell us your
story, man."
1T will interest you, major; doubtless
you remember the Donoyans of Limerick
pretty Kate they called one of them.
| met them III Dublin"
DO | remember her? May me eyes
fail out Of me head if | ever see her
likes again-eyes like viOlets, hair like
ink and a skin like peaches and cream.
And a fgger. God bless YOU, boys,
she had a fgger like a goddess. She
could ride cr0ss-cOuntry like a bird.
Never saw such rider before nor since.
But, ChOLy, me boy, | thought you
We're 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 tell
ing this story. Go on, Cholly, hold the
platform" SO Cholly cleared his throat
(as Andy said afterdward he seemed
nightly upset by the majors remarks),
wiped the perspirat ton 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 ended in Canada
four days ago. 1t was in Dublin that
first met Miss Kate Donovan of Linn
erlck. She was a sumner, as the major
says, the best cross country rider | ever
saw. She was poor as Il church mouse
and proud as Lucifer She was an or
phan, had been brought up by her uncle,
old Peter Donovan; he had three daugh-
ters of his own, but none of them could
hold a candle to Miss Kate herself
From what [ saw during the time l was
in Dublin, | don't think the trio cared
much for pretty Kate; they We're jealous
of her, and took pains to show it in
many petty ways, particularly when
Capt: Gordon, who was considered a
matrimonial catch, appeared on the scene
and devoted himself to Kate
Capt. Rupert Gordon of the Forty
seventh queried Maj. Poole
The very same, a dark beggar, with
bad mouth and lots of money.
Well, he was the man that set all
the Dublin girls wild. They literally
lionized him. He was douce enough
there. lie 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. She
had devil of a life in her uncles house
and Gordon seemed very fond of her
She didn't know what he really was,
neither did l. Or [ could have warned
her. They were married in September
IN November Gordon took her to the
Riviera after the honeymoon was over;
q fellow who met them there told me
that Kate-that is, Mrs. Gordon-looked
mlserably unhappy, and people said Cor
don ill-treated her; however that may be,
she did not stay with him very long.
One day q woman appeared at the hotel
where they were staying; she was u
gaudlly-attired specimen, not over-cul-
tured. She registered as Mrs Capt
Gordon, and forced herself into the Cor
don private rooms Gordon hadn't a
word to say; he owned up that he had
married her five years before somewhere,
where his regiment was stationed; l for
get where. There was terrible scene,
which ended by Kate leaving the hotel.
NO one kUcW where she went. M Y
friend. an EDglishman, who told me just
what | have told you, tried to follow her
and offered TO do what he could for her
in monetary way. He was a gentle
man, and meant well by her. She re-
fused all offers of assistance and disaD-
peared as if the Mediterranean had swal-
lowed her up. He heard of her again at
Marseilles; she had been singing in a
cafe there; she always had a passable
voice and played the banjo well. Poor
Kate, her pride was dragged in the dust,
her heart was broken"
Choly paused to wipe the perspiration
from his face and take few sips from
a tumber beside him. The old major,
for WONDER kept silence, from time
to time shaking his head sorrowfully.
Il suppose that is the first part Of the
story broke in Andy Wears. 1T is
dcuced sad; hope the little girl got back
to her uncle"
'Uncler' growled Maj. Poole. "Poor
child no didn't want her. He WAS n