The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-03-12

-ror the space of half 4 minute we
both stared at the shape, dumb and
breathless; then the steam dispersed and
the figure was gone. The whole thing
was like the ~stereopticon views of men
and animals which they show you re-
Elected on smoke, and it disappeared ex
actly the same.
when it was gone Dave slowly turn
ed and looked at me with a terrible eN
preston in his face"
MARY is dead" he muttered; that
was her spirit come to bid me farewell"
NO" cried mo, Dave. If it was
Mary at all, she came to warn YOU of
danger ahead. She loves you well
enough to be able to come out of her
body to save you. Cheer UP, old boy,
and keep a bright lookout"
whether Dave took my view Of the
mystery or not, he kept very quiet, with
his hand upon the bar and his eye on
the track ahead.
Nothing happened for the next hour
to alarm us; nor did the spectral shade
appear again. Just before reaching
Elkhorn Bridge there is a nasty curve
in the road, and you are almost on the
bridge before you can see it. 1t was
here | expected trouble, if any were to
SOIut INlutLLlO DaNC "uS vi lily Lllll'l-
for, as we turned the curve and | leaned
out to catch sight of the bridge light, he
said, in n low tone:
'.What is it, Jim'n
white said l.
Even as 1 said the words we both ut
tered u cry. Driving right before us,
like a cloud of steam, we again saw the
figure OF Mary Warren. This time she
seemed 10 move rapidly ahead of us and
disappear near the bridge light, which
suddenly turned red.
ENGINEERS are like the engine they
manage;pull certain bars and they start,
shut certain valves and they stop. When
we saw that danger signal, terrified and
unnerved as we were, we did our duty
as naturally as if wholly at our ease.
when we first saw the red light we
were within two hundred yards of the
bridge. If the road had been dry we
could have stopped in that distance.
But though we blew brakes and revers-
ed the drivers, the train seemed to move
on almost as rapidly a before. Dave
and 1 exchanged looks.
Its all over" said he. ''We'n stick
by her, JimT'
''Of course" said /.
al take this much credit to myself. /
could have jumped, and felt pretty sure
Of saving myself, but 1 did not once
think of it. Nor did Dave. He reached
over, with one hand on the bar, and
grasped mine with the other.
Good by, old man.
Good by, Dave. God bless YOU"
1.-THE seconds that followed seemed
like hours. We could feel the engine
jump and shake as the reversed wheels
revolved furiously under her. Still we
slide on, though more slowly row. J
could see where the bridge had been,
the broken beams, and the dark water
rolling between.
Nearer, nearer to that horrible gull
which seemed to yawn for u and our
living freight. 1 could see the bridge
light glazing down at us with its bloody
eye and not a soul neal it. !
The wheels turned faster, the jar
was heavier. We staggered like drunk
en- men with the shock. Every now and
then the drivers seemed to catch hold Of
the track and the engine would bound
like a spurred horse. We were going so
slowly now that we could almost have
stepped off; yet we slid on, and now
there was not fifty feet between us and
death.