The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1896-01-15

pride was dragged in the dust her heart
was broken"
Cholly paused to wipe the perspiration
from his face and take few sips from
a tumbler beside him. The old major,
for wonder, kept silence, from time to
time shaking his head sorrowfully.
II suppose that is the first part of the
story" broke in Andy Wears. "It is
deuced sad. Hope the little girl got back
to her uncle. -
"Uncle ~ growled Major Poole
Poor child He didn't want her. He
was cruel hearted, mean old scoundrel,
was Peter Donovan. He never treated
the girl right when he had her.
Cholly nodded his head affirmatively
to Major 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 all. An aunt
of hers did have the grace to write to
me, making inquiries. She had heard
that Kate was in the United States, in
place called Pennsylvania, and would
make inquiries, as lived, no doubt,
near there2 You know, these old coun-
try people, as they call themselves, think
that the United States are about as large
as an English county"
"Do know it?' interrupted the ma
jor. "Why, a lady in London once asked
me to personally deliver small parcel
of china to he 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. "Idaho ~
"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 ago." contin-
ned Cholly. "We changed cars at
place not far from Toronto and had
some hours to wait for connection.
Stroiling around, came 10 "a place
where a circus was in full swing-dou-
BILE tent. side shows. all complete. Con-
sulting my watch, found had time
to see the performance. An English
steep1echase was advertised as tie chief
attraction. 1t had just commenced when
took my seat in the first row, close to
the ring. can hardly tell you my feel
ings when 1 recognized the first lady
rider who entered. Tt was Kate Dono-
van.
"Good heavensl' 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 iti"
groaned Major Poole.
IT hadn't to sit long. recognized
her instantly, and, poor girl, she saw
me %
Knew your" gaered the major.
eyes; she tnrpea tsls. 3-A'.s'e.'- %i.s. i.ss.'
fib1e paint and rouge she was daubed
with. Somehow she seemed to lose her
nerve all of a sudden The horse, vi
cious black beast, swerved to one side
uddenly-major, fellows, cannot tell
it, it was too horrible. ="
tKate Donovan to lose her nerve on
horseback? cannot credit it, said the
major in an awed tone.
"I was i'll the ring and by her side in
a 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 mine"
"Did she sa.ay anything?" asked
Andy Wears. did she tell you any
thing?"
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 l know it, -
So saying, Cholly seized his coat and
strobe angrily from the room.
The other men looked at each other
significantly.
Hes hit hard" eaid the major
"Poor fellowl If you had seen Kate,
you d not blame him. I always thought
he liked her. +"
And Cholly, as he strobe along the
street homeward, cursed his own folly
in telling the story of pretty Kate to
such an audience "As If they cared, I"
he muttered. They were a set of hard
hearted, cold, cynical men, and he
(Cholly) was fool for telling the story.
Somehow no had never realized before
that he had cherished an ideal for the
past four years, and that ideal was the
woman who but few days before had
died in his arms Tell that idiot Wears
what she said? Cholly smiled grimly as
the thought struck him, for only he
knew what those last words had been.
They echoed in his ears even now in the
din and noise of the New York evening
"Cholly, dear-dear Chollyp
If she had only said them four years
ago, he thought miserably as he showed
his key into the latch Of his home door
VANITY