Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1882-03-10

"On! GEORGE, WneT0 1S daSCOn
Herbie is ill-perhaps TO death! have
longed 80 for you to come, for only
You could / ask to search for him.
My poor boy has done nothing but
moan for the last three hours, and the
doctor says il his wish is not satisfied
and his mind set at rest he fears the
worst. Oh. George, pray you leave
no stone untllrned til you find my hus-
band. l cannot tell you where to look,
for have not seen him since early this
morning. He did not know that Her
bert was in any dagger, for even l did
not. The fever became violent for
the first time this noon."
The gentleman stopped and kissed
her forehead.
"My poor sister, / only wish for
your sake had any clew as to where
CASTOR is-but will do my best"
But ere he had left her 1 had gone,
on the wings of the wind, for knew
where to look for him. Only an hour
before 1 had seen him enter the door
that opened upon that brilliant. glitter
ing scene had heard called-"Satan's
most deadly trap"
/ knocked, and, no one answering,
though in my heart was frightened,
pushed open the door and entered. l
saw not this time the great crystal
lights or the bright pictures that lined
the walls, for my eyes were fastened
upon two forms who, in the centre of
the room, were confronting each other.
"YOu shall pay for your words-and
now! one was saying; and as he spoke
he drew something black and glittering
from his pocket.
The man before him who was thus
threatened with the deadly weapon,
was him sought. / sprang forward.
"Stop" cried, with frantic energy.
'Do not kill him, for his boy-him
they call Herbert-is dying, and calls
Tor him!"
All eyes turned with curiosity and
surprise upon me; but cared not
The mans hand with the weapon fell
to his side.
Ellis boy, Herbert, is sick and dying
I repeated, "and he calls for his father
and the doctor says if he does not see
him he cannot possibly live"
shall never forget the look of agony
that came in the place of the anger to
the dark face of Herbert's father.
"My boy-dying! and here!'
He had been beside himself with
drink, but the shock of my words had
sObered him, and taking my hand, he
led me from the place. Once out in
the street 1 tried to leave him, but he
held me tight.
"If my boy lives it will be you who
have saved him." he said. "You shall
come with me-"
Such a pathetic scene as it was wher
the mother, hearing steps, came to thu
door and saw her husband! / cannot
think Of it now without tears.
What my beautiful lady said to mt
when, in few words he told her all
will not now repeat, but shall new
er forget.
A couple of hours later the doctor
declared that the danger was past; th'
boy had had his desire and, his deliri
J um quieted, had sunk into slumber.
So it was that l, Polly Evans, savet
two lives.
} Mr.. st. John, true to his word, new
er from that time touched another glass
of the soul-destrOying liquid, and Her
, bert grew and thrived from his child
hood (which his mother told me ha(
, always been delicate) into as stalwar
lad as ever gladdened a parent
, heart.
Twelve years have passed since then
, and l am Polly Evans no longer. Blu
, will not anticipate and tell just ye