Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1882-07-25

and one OF the curtains partially
drawn. Everything appeared as usual
and began to breathe easier; but be-
fore entering, that spirit peculiar tc
jealousy prompted me to peep through
the window, thus making confirmation
of my previous convictions doubiy sure.
| crept up cautiously, like thief, and
peeped in. The next instant / started
back as though had been shot.
"There sat Darling on the knee of n
handsome, sun-burnt stranger, with
crisp, curly brown hair and slken
mustache Of the same color. There she
sat, gazing tenderly into his face-as
fral as fair, could not but conclude
her soft white arms gathered around
his neck, while his encircled her waist
As / stood thus, transfixed with indig-
nation and astonishment, saw Darling
stoop forward and kiss the stranger on
the forehead. With eyes that must
have emitted green sparks, saw my
rival return Daring's affectionate
caress in the most tender and loving
manner. 1t was more than flesh and
blood could bear. The sight drove me
frantic-absolutely wild with passion.
"With the terrible purpose of venge-
ance in my heart. drew knife from
my pocket-the only weapon that |
possessed, or at least, that / had with
me-and crept with cat-like move
ment up the front steps. The front
entry was softly carpeted, and that
favored my designs. My movements
were as silent and sinister as the pur-
pose that animated me. | turned the
knob softly; | entered on tip-toe, leav-
ing the street door aiar after me.
81 moved along the dark passage
leading to the lighted room, and listened
with strained ears for moment to the
agreeable tete-d-tete going on within.
Darling voice was the first / heard.
Oh! how her gentle tones smote me!
how they burned and scared into my
very soul, as | stood there on tip-toe,
listening with bated breath!
"'Oh, George she softly murmured,
the sight of you makes me so happy.
should have waited, had ever ex-
pected to see you again. But now it
is passed, and we are together again,
! know that you will forgive me. Had
| known you would have come back,
dear George, | should have waited till
this time; but | was all alone in the
world, and Allan loved me. know
you will not blame me, dearr
"Oh, what miserable mockery! What
q terrible satire upon woman's constan-
cy, upon woman's love, did these soul
less, hollow-hearted words convey.
Eagerly listened to catch the response.
Here was an old lover of my wife's
whom she supposed dead, just turned
up. 1t was growing worse and worse
The reply OF the stranger confirmed my
worst fears. No longer could there be
any doubt of Darling's guilt She had
married me because she supposed him
dead; but still she loved this old lover
| could not doubt, a thousand times
better than she ever dreamed of loving
me. What u consolation was this to
the injured husband he infuriated hus-
band-on the outside!
"'Blame YOU. Marion? Why should
| blame you, darling?' interposed this
old and favored lover, in deep, manly
tones. "How could you consult my
feelings, dearest, when YOU had every
reason to suppose me dead long ago?
But if we 60, we must take an early
train in the morning. What time did
you say he would return?'
81 expect him on the evening train.
'Oh, there will be time enough.
said the stranger, carelcsSly. We can
get accommodation at the new hotel,
in Falmouth, during the brief time we
shall have to remain there You are
sure that everything will be ready to
favor the object in view?'
Yes, darling! | saw everything we
require boxed up and started by freight
for Falmouth this afternoon. The first
thing in the morning, my man will be