The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1876-05-07

-Fatlons.
Cursed w~enasni" ] cried. "is it thus
You require my tender lover Could &
vague report Of my inconsistency drive you
70 infdelityf Did not my Letters breathe
constant alteration, and did not yours por-
tray the same sincerity Of Affections No it
was that wretehed p~assionfor novelty which
more Or less holdsa predominacy over your
whole sex. Toa new lover you will sacrifice
your most sacred engagements, though made
in the face Of heaven!"
Thus did l rave through the entire
day. The proceedings of that SAy are .
vacuum in ny memory. Every fiend in
Hades were pointing their scared boay
fingers at mo. and with derisive sn-eering.
laughter. and sarcastic tones we're urging
me on to " revenge"
Through the whole OF that day 1 was c
laving, frantic maniac. / was hopelessly
and incurably a victim of that worst Of all
passions, jealousy. Slowly the day sore
away. Al last the sun went down. Better
for me had it been possible for tina bright
orb 10 have remained immoveable for al
time.
1t was a beautiful summer sunset. Tile
fast receding rays. as they iingeringlyrestel
upon the topmost crest of a distant noun
tain, engalfing its base in a pall-lise
gloom. and slantingly beamel upon the
dancing. shimmering waves Of the siiont
river, threw back a mixture of shade ard
sunshine which plainly told that night wac
approaching. Night, on, fatal night!
All nature was clothed in It's most pleas-
ing garb. The carolling of the birds. the
puring ~rivulets, grand old forest. majesTic
river. and twinkling stars were al lovely.
But in the midst of this sonl-enchantinI
scenery appeared a cloud, II mere sPeck Al
first. but which rapidly increased Bright
sheets Of lightning began to fash along the
darkening heavens; and the low rumbling
of distant thunder. resembling the harsl
growing of ferocioas beasts. announced the
coming storm. Larger and larger grew the
clouds louder and louder pealed the thun-
der. while the lightning fairly fooled the
gloomy heavens with n stream Of electric
light.
And there / sat in my room, o ,casionally
giving vent to outbursts Of demoniacal
laughter. Black and terrible as was the
scene without. it was nothing to the storm
of raging passions that were bowling in my
breast. The storm continued. A deep.
hollow, distant roar announce the approach
of summoned winds. The whole forest
bowed in awful grandeur, as from its dark
bosom rushed the impetuous hurricane.
twisting of, or tearing up by the roots, the
s~toutest trees. and whirling the heaviest
branches through the air with irresistible
fury.
Deep night now filled the atmosphere.
The rain poured in ~torrantsj the wind
rocked the building, and beloved in tho
adjacent groves; the river ragged and roarcl
fierce lightning rent the heavens alternn-
tely, involving the world in the sheetei
fame of its many colored fires thunders
burst with horrid din, bounding and rever-
b~erating among the surrounding woods,
hills, and valleys, until it seemed nothing
less than the crash of worlds ~resounding
through the universe. The whole scene was
majestically grand.
The clock struck the hour of ten. ]
sprang from my seat. and rushed into the
street. The "trysting hour" had come.
but the storm without had made me OBJ
livious to the hell within. The scenes, ex-
ternally and internally, were well-itting to
the black and damning decd I was that
night destined to perform.
I was alone in the street. Not one Of the
hardy inhabitants of that town dared ven.
ture out on such an evening rs that. On
went, with n burning fever consuming my
inmost soul. On and on, unmindful of the
terrible aspect of the raging elements. The
boiling, seething, turbulent river, as it
flowed angrily on. the bowling winds. the
lurid lightning, the loud bolts of thunder,
were uncared for and UNDECIDED by me. ]
arrived in view of the old house by the
river side. I looked-all was dark, silent,
and gloomy. 1 Closed my eyes, clenched my
hands, and swore by the black heavens
above me to be avenged.
I opened my eyes, and a bright. lurid,
fantastic light was streaming from one OF
the lower windows. The light at first was
so d~nzzlingly brilliant that it almost blinded
me. l crept stealthily up nearer to the
window, and there witnessed a scene which
paralyzed every fibre in my organization,
and caused every drop of blood to CONCEAL
in my veins. I saw Miss Reynolds closely
locked in the arms of a young man elegantly
dressed, and of singularly delicate appear.
ance. They were earnestly conversing in a
low tone of voice, and the hand Of my fair
one was gently pressed in the hands of the
stranger. l drew close to the window, APP
piled my ear to a ~crevice, and. with the fury
Of pandemonium in my heart. l listened.
Thu stranger clasped Miss Reynolds In
his arms.
Dearest angel! = he exclaimed, what
m interruption to our bliss by the return
of my hated rival y
With very fond caresses and endearing
Establishments, she replied, Fear nothing.
I have promised, and must yield him my
hand; but you shall never be excluded
from my heart. We shall find sufficient
opportunities for private conference"
l could hear no more. My brain was on
fire and, rushing from my conecalment,
/. with a bound, sprang through the win.
dow and confronted them.
"Ungrateful and fnlse-hearted wonanr'
1 exclaimed. " is it thus you return my
idolatrous loveP You ave deserted me;