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

the cOnSummatc actress she was.
stopped there once with William Cup
py, when we visited dear old Falmouth
(William Guppy was the cousin have
alluded toy, Il think, about the time O
its first opening.
The evidence Of Darling's utter de-
pravity was growing more and more
conclusive. My eyes were wide oper
now, and her mention of that hateful
cousin, Guppy, drove me absolutely to
the verge of distraction. Foaming nj
the mouth threw oDen the door
81 know when Ispuang into the room,
with the open knife i'm my hand, must
have resembled an inflpriated wild beast
nearer than anything human.
The moment they saw me, both
sprang to their feet, and Darling ut
tered piercing cry of mingled fear
and anxiety.
II knew that she had recognized me
at the first glance, and this fact only
rendered me the more reckless and des-
perate. think she nmust have been
favored ON the instant with an intuitve
knowledge of the trouble as well AZ the
murderous purpose | hm in view, for
she placed herself Instantly between me
and the stranger as if to shield him
''She WIS as white as ashes, but did
not speak. This rendered me ten times
more furious. She had not wOryl to
offer in defense of this open violation
of the marriage covenant, or else my
sudden discovery of her guilty intrigue
had deprived her of the power of
speech.
''In my blind rage. I bounded toward
them; | saw a flash-have an indistinct
recollection of pistol report following
1t. That was the last, and all that re-
membered, till woke to conscious
ness, and sense of such extreme fee
bleness that l could scarcely lift fin
ger.
Darling was bending over me and
her pretty face looked strangely pale,
anxious and care-worn She leokod
like perso who had not slept any for
a week, a had worn her eyes ont
with crying The sun-burned stranger.
with the brown mustache, was stand
ing near the window, reading a copy of
the New York Weekly.
What does all this mean?" mur-
Darling bent over and kissed me,
and felt two hot tears rolling down
my cheeks that didn't come from my
own eyes.
Hush! she murmured, softly, kiss
ing me on the forehead. You mustn't
talk till you are better. 1t was all a
grievous mistake. was so frightened
by your looks when you came in that
night, that | could not speak; and
brother George, thinking you an es-
capped lunatic, who meant us mischief
ired on you, wounding you severely in
the head. 1t was by the merest miracle
that you were not Killed on the spot
SO says the doctor.
Il asked Darling's forgiveness, and
when got stronger she explained ev-
erything. 1t was a severe lesson. and
one that never forgot Darling's
brother had returned during nv alb
sence, and they had arranged to 90 to
Falmouth the next day following our
domestic tragedy and superintend the
putting up of some tombstones over the
graves of their parents.
Falmouth was their native place.
but | had never taken the trouble to
posi- myself upon that matter. Her Wis
1t there with her cousin, William Cup
py, to which she had alluded the eve
ming to which | refer, had been made
previous to my becoming acquainted
with Darling. Whether the unpleasant
events OF that day were instrumental in
curing me of jealousy, or not, | am not
fully prepared to say; but one thing is
sure, | have never since had cause.
either real or imaginary, to develop it
even in secondary form"
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