The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1876-03-18

were driven back to the Hall, he saw how
great q horror had fallen On the funeral
guests one and all
Nor did the horror end there.
Again scufHing. Wild yells, and shrieks
made darkness terrible for Ave successive
meningitis; and then the haunted mauso-
leum sank to silence like a common grave
And now there was a lull. The calami-
tous storms of fate and the season seemed
alike to have spent their fury. The earth
was green, the sky was bright, n Mat
thias steadfastly put the past behind him.
refusing TO look back. Like Pharaoh of old,
he hardenedhis heart. unwilling to "let go"
his hold of Corbyn.
Not so Stephen. His bumptiors front
lowered when his sister vas stricken down
in the very midst of festivity. Old Cuffy's
prophetic warnings had not fallen on deaf
ears. He appealed to his father to remove
the remains of his brother and sister from
the Corbyn mausoleum, and to take prompt
steps to find a living heir. if such existed
Matthias was obstinate so was he, and a
little more conscientious.
He conferred with DR.. Hawley. Judge
his surprise to find that the Captain HUI
son, whose services his father had rejected
with so much asperity, had eight years be-
fore picked up at sea a woman dashed to a
spar, who supposed herself the sole sur
vivor OF the Mermaid, in which husband
and son had both gone down. TIL Nor
maids destination had been Barbados. and
the oman's name was CoTJyn. Shortly
after happening to hail a passing schooner,
the Boyne. from Cork to Bristol, he trans
ferred the rescued lady to that vessel. his
own barque being outward bound.
%And. my young friend, as you appear
anxious to see justice done.'' added the doc
tor, II may tell you l have already guaran-
teed Captain Hudson his expenses in the
prosecution of a search for that lady"
A hearty hand-shake at parting sealed a
cordial agreement between the twain, and
Steve set of for the parsonage with q
lighter heart thar had been his for many a
day.
The season rounded, bringing with il a
prospect of Steve's marriage with Miss
Wolferstone, when their term of mourning
expired.
Long before that, fresh sables were called
for.
Mrs. Walcot's unaccountable disease. ag-
gravated by grief and her exclusion from
society, had terminated fatally.
An alteration again arose between father
and son respecting the place of sculpture.
1t ended in orders for the opening of the
mausoleum under Mr. Walcot's own eye.
The sight he beheld was enough to chill
his blood; but it never turned him from his
purpose. Scientific men discussing the
phenomena, had talked of gaseous forces ;
but he spoke only of conspiracy amongst his
black slaves to bend his will to theirs.
Again the battered and broken collins
were replaced, and the fragments hid out of
sight again he laid his dead among the
Corbyn dead.
Again the Corbyn dead arose at midnight
to protest against intrusion again thenight
was hideous with discordant cries and, as
if the free spirits of the air were leagued
with the captives in that tomb, the rising
wind howled and shrieked in unison.
Fiery Barbados could not remembe,
more oppressive weather. The Touring
clouds, the sitting heat, the sultry heavy
atmosphere had BODIED tempest, and at mid
night came down the rain in sheets driver
by . breeze from the northeast which grew
and strengthened to q tremendous gale
Then there was n treacherous calm, and
then suddenly the winds ran riot and from
three to five o'clock mad hurricane swept
the island from end to end, flashing light.
nings forth to trace destruction by.
Daylight broke on August 18th, 1881
upon ruin and desolation. Houses and huts
were blown down, fields laid waste, trees
uprooted, valleys inundated. Wreck strewed
the coast. The Government House was un.
rooted, the Custom House blown down
churches were damaged; the verdant para.
disc was q wilderness.
Amidst the general wreck, Corbyn had
not escaped; yet the Hall itself stood firm,
though the windmill sails and cap were
torn to shivers. But the Walcot House at
the Folly had disappeared. and with it much
valuable property.
The coast had its black chronicles. A
ship had been driven on the rocks in Long
Bay, and only one of her crew was washed
esAOAC LC vas ~ bCNoho iuhtcp u hIt
young man, with light, wavy hair, straight
nose, ample forehead, and blue eyes. He
had been borne on the crest of a wave, and
cast on a rock with Just strength left ts
scramble a few yards beyond the range Of
the swooping pillows, and to thank God 70,
his miraculous preservation.
He was bruised. ragged. and destitute
yet in the universal ruin his wants were all
but disregarded. A compassionate negrss.
gave him n draught of rum and a piece o.
corn-cake, but her own hut was dismantled
and shelter .ras far to seek.
On all sides he saw desolation and
trouble. Dispirited, he turned to the high
way, in hopes of gaining a shelter befor,
nightfal. Some unseen hand led him il
his extreme friendlessness to take the roat
William Walcot had traversed in his fren
Ky. Now, rs then, the little stream wa
swollen to a great one but the sailor wa.
a good swimmer, and having daylight t.
his task. crossed in safety, where the Other
lost his life. The path through Corby1
Wood was blocked in places by fallen trees