Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-12-15

maidens, and took by storm the hearts
of the men.
Captain Langton marvcled exceed
ingly. Could this be "actingP' In
voluntarily he found himself wonder
ing with as much interest as the rest
1t was not long before 1T became ap'
parent to all that the infatuation OF
''young Collins" was reaching u eli.
max and equally evident presently
when the youth sulked by himself in a
corner and Helen sought the protec'
ton of the female element, that some
adverse current was interfering with
loves course.
whats up now. Helen?" asked
Captain Langton.
"What do you meanP'
"What is the matter with CollinsP'
"How should know?"
The saloon never echoed now the
music of their mingled voices, and
when Helen strolled on deck in the
twilight it was no longer poor Collins
who loltered beside her, but Doctor
Duff.
Captain Langton murmured in his
heart. "Humph! SO that is her game
is itP" and fell into fit of musing,
out of which condition he reused him
self suddenly, eXclaiming sotto voce,
'Well, what does ii matter to mel"
So the days glided by; wind and
weather bad been kind to them, and
if luck still favored them, they hoped
Port st. Phillip.
Helen Stanley was the only one fo1
whom the prospect had no pleasure.
Sinking into the solitary seat her di-
minutive chamber boasted, she passed
in mental review the events of the past
few months. She became aware al
length that the sounds of laughter and
the noisy voices had sunk into silence.
She rose and threw herself, dressed rs
she was, into her berth. She thought
she was too utterly wretched to sleep:
but she was mistaken, for it was out
of a deep and dreamless slumber that
she was suddenly awoke by rude
shock. With wildly beating heart she
raised herself to listen. Her ears
were filled with the sounds of crashing
timber, the cries and oaths of men, and
the noise of hurrying footsteps. Quick
ly she fastened on deck. Men were
running to and fro, ordering, swear
ing and shouting at each other.
One of the masts lay across the deck,
and through the misty night she could
Just distern the black hull of large
steamer.
And now the passengers appeared
hastily on the scene.
I'VE have been run inton
"They are lowering the boats! We
haven't moment to sparem and
Helen felt herself being hurried along
to where the ships crew were strain
ing every nerve to launch the boats.
Women and children first" called
out Captain LangtOn.
One boat had been safely dispatched
when two of the crew pushed roughly
to the front.
"Stand back there!' cried Captain
LangtOn.
Eve amt goin' to die like rats in a
trap. Come on, Billr'
III shoot the first man who at
tempts to leave the ship!' shouted the
Captain.
Every man for himself and God for
us all!' muttered the fellow, seizing
the rope.
There was the report of a pistol, a
cry of rage, the flash of knife, and a
wOman's scream rs Helen dashed be-
ween the uplifted blade and Langton.
1t was with very different feelings
from those of the preceding night that
the crew of the ill-fatcd Edinbro'
Castle approached Melbourne and be.
held from the deck that had wrought
the mischief of the new land. One sOli-
tary source of comfort and congratula-
ton they possessed in common--no