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The Flagstaff sun-democrat. [volume] (Flagstaff, Ariz.) 1896-1897, April 15, 1897, Image 2

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budding leal
And flower unfold
ing blight and
bilef,
Wo mark our Easter
day's return.
While white the ill
very tapers burn,
And chanting choirs
In full accord
Salute the reigning,
risen Lord!
Tor icolng on. our life grows gray
In shadow of the passed away:
The things we had, and have not, seem
The fading vision of a dream,
Dear voices hushed, dear hands ungrasped.
Dear household broken, links unclasped
That lato were binding kith and kin;
Such winds of sorrow have swept In
That wide, waste spaces overywhcro
Ueavo empty silence, bleak and bare.
Mot now with starry lilies dlght
We greet the Easter's morning light.
Our lUles bloom beyond the tide.
Sweet fields are on that other side.
Here meet wo pain and fret and loss,
And heavy weight of rough-hewn cross.
When Easter breaks, thank (Jod, wo say,
Foe strength still equal to our day.
For hopes that span tho road before
And love that climbs to Heaven's door.
TU much. If but, serene and still.
We can accept the Father's will,
And comforted, uplift our psalm,
And (eel, through tears, the Easter balm.
And now, by every lowly grave,
One tonder thought our fond hearts crave.
That He whoso outward grave-clothes lay
Folded and fair on Easter day
May couio so much our own to be
That ave His blessed company
Mar Ught like sunshine all our groom,
And make our Easter lilies bloom
In hearts that Join with full accord
The anthems to the risen Lord.
Margaret E. Sangster, In Chicago Interior.
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so halting1 In purpose that he never suc
ceeded.
Brndnor took nn early morning: train
for his home In Baltimore, end when
the sun rose tho hills around the little
Virginia village wero far behind him,
But he took with him a memory of that
place, fresher and tweeter und purer
than tho white lilies that grew In lux
uriance upon either side of the roadway.
It was the voice of a woman in the ivy
mantled village church.
"Confound it," he muttered, "and the
owner of it ismnrriedl Yes, and doubt
less gray and old and wrinkled. What
have you to do with the voice of a mar
ried woman, or anything else that be
longs to her, Victor Brndnor?"
Still, though he sneered and reproved
himself, tho voice quickened and sent
out repeated melodies In the great cham
ber of bis thoughts.
White Sulphur Springs was filled with
people from all over the country nnd
among the throngs was Victor Bradnor,
who had gone thither not so much' for
his health as to get away from the heat
of the city nud the ennui that at times
oppressed him.
Tho evening was a delightful one in
August, nnd Brndnor wns seated upon
the veranda of his hotel, holding high
converso with an old acquaintance he
had first met ut Florence, and, later, at
Loudon.
This friend was languidly .telling of
a misadventure he had on n gondola at
Venice, in which a fair Venetian maid
figured, punctuated by an involuntary
bath in the blue waters, when, suddenly,
Brndnor leaned his head to one side,
like n dog when attentively regarding
his master.
He no longer heard his friend. The
tiring of a cannon would not have di
verted him from the object of his In
terest. Again the tender chords of memory
were touched nnd his big chert heaved
like a huge bellows pumped by a smith.
The voice of the village church
poured out its richness in a stream of
glory, overwhelming yet inspiring him
with its refreshing. The woman won
singing the "Last Hose of Summer." A
touch of sadness pervaded her voice,
which now nnd then nearly quhsred
with emotion as she declared the soli
tariness of the flower nnd the death of
J Tmri.
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icTon bradnor.
capitalist, traveler,
critic, man of the
world and cynic,
heard the ringing
of the bell of the
quaint colonial
church, .nd It recalled tender memories
of the days of his youth.
Following its sound ho reached the
edifice, which stood In the midst of a
.neglected graveyard full of grave
moacs, many of which were fallen or
'broken in pieces. Tangles of bush and
Jiricr were on ccry hand.
Entering the house of worship, which
Tie found to be already filled, ho mod-
etlly took a seat near the door and un
der (he gallery of the choir.
The day was Easter, nnd the plain
oaken nltar bore large vnses of sweet
flowers, whose fragrance had stolen all
ver the audience room and made the
.stir of the April morning grateful with
iits presence.
Soon the little organ sent forth a
peal announcing a prelude, find the
young- man looked bored. But in n mo
ment he assumed an attentive, rapt nt
(ttude, and ripples of glad sunshine
jriayetl over his features.
A voice of marvelous sweetness rang
ant -within the narrow wall of the
sanctuary. It was full, rich, clear, di
vine almost, in Its expression.
Bradnor thought of the nngel song
-on the plain of Bethlehem, and closed
Mia eyes, as though to shut out all sight
Zret the glorious harmonics be lost to
Aim,
tie did not think of the singer, wheth
er old or young, nor of the triumphant
words of the hymn she sang. It was
her voice, so intense in its earnestness,
stoHutellke in its softness.yct so human,
Ilhul, that had entered his soul.
Thenceforth he had no heart for the
'prayers, nor the words that were read,
mor (he sermon that was spoken. He
.aat as one in a deep sleep, from which
be only roused when the inelTablc voice
rranjj out In Its rich cadences. Others
mingled with it, but these he did not
iuear.
When the services wero ended he
-clowly made his way to the village inn,
-where he had been stopping during the
past week. There he Inquired of the
.landlord concerning the owner of the
voice.
Boniface wns a fat, wheezy fellow,
whose thoughts enmc slow and whose
speech was slower. Bradnor found it
tmxessnry to repeat the question.
-She'a Mrs. Kitty Travis," slowly
anie the reply, "wlfo of Tim Travis,
"O, the deuce!" ejaculated the young
jean, &a be turned disappointedly away.
The landlord stared at him with his
,grcat goggle eyes in astonishment and
attempted n movement to call him
,lck. but Bradnor had disappeared
-from the room. Several times during
Che afternoon nnd evening the host es
aycd speech with lib guest, but1 was
ness after some moments nnd when a
careful examination had been made the
medical man declared that no bones
were broken, but that a badly-sprulne.l
ankle would confine Bradnor to his bed
for many days.
The young, stalwart fellow, with his
six feet of height and broad shoulders,
chafed under the latter sentence. He
did not feel 111, although the pain was
Intense in his-ankle. But tho doctor
was obdurate, declaring that most seri
ous results would be likely to follow
any attempt upon his part to arise from
his bed for a week, at least.
With a groan the man turned his
face away nnd presently fell asleep,
from the effects of nn opiate that had
been administered in his nrm.
The following mornlnir he dozed fit
fully, the effects of the drug not having
worn away, but with the afternoou his
Intelligence returned to him. Ills eyes
ranging oer the room he saw upon his
dressing case a great cluster of red
roses, und for a moment he wondered
who had ghen them to him; but the
thought was nn evanescent one. Per
haps he thought it was an act of Jer
lyn's, who had spent the greater part
of the day in his room.
Day after day, however, he observed
that fresh ones were supplied to replace
the others. When a week had passed, he
turned suddenly upon Jerlyn nnd
thanked him for his care and the gift
of the flowers.
"Flowers, what flowers?" demanded
Jerlyn, nenously. He was a little,
nervous man, w-ho spoke rapidly.
"Didn't know you cared for 'em. 1
don't. Cabbages are much more to my
taste, especially when boiled with bacon
or beef."
Bradnor did not pursue the subject,
but he brooded over it all the more. He
had no acquaintance or friend nt the
Springs save Jerlyn. and h. waB sure
the landlord had not provided them.
He wns now able to sit in an easy
chair and the doctor had promised that
within a day or two he might, with the
aid of crutches, leate his room and
mingle with the guests of the hotel.
The following morning he was awake
when Bridget, the chambermaid, en
tered his room and was surprised to see
her bearing a cluster of fresh roses In
her hands.
"Bridget," he said, with firmness,
"come here."
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THREW HIM TO THE GROUND.
t. fnllnu-x. She wns slnclnir In the
great hall nnd tho liquid tones poured
through the open winuows.
When she had done he sighed heav
ily, arose nnd strodo abruptly awuy
from his friend, who, with mild sur
prise upon his countenance, llltewise
stood upon his feet and slowly followed
after Bradnor.
The latter proceeded on his way until
he reached the end of the long piazza,
when he faced about and paused, upon
the very brink of the broad flight of
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His friend drew near unu wa uuum.
to address him, when a party of ladies
approached from within nnd both gen
tlemen moved as if to permit them to
have greater freedom In passing. Brad
nor, in his abstraction, stepped back
ward Instead of forward, with the re
sult that he lost his footing, slipped and
fell heavily, rolling over until he
reached the ground.
Instantly everything was in confu
sion. The friend, whose name was
Jerlyn, ran rupldlj down the steps and
hastily leaned over the prostrate man,
while the Indies looked anxiously on
from tho piazza. Other guests were
quickly attracted to the spot.
My God I" cried Jerlyn, looking
upward towards the ladles, after he had
touched the forehead and the wrist of
Uradnor, "I am afraid tho dear old fel
low Is dreadfully hurt."
A physician was hastily summoned,
but meantime the injured man had been
tenderly borne by strong nnns to his
bed chamber. He recovered conscious-
The girl, somewhat trepidant, ap
proached his bedside, still holding the
flowers.
"So it is you who have been filling
thut vnso every morning, is it?"
"Shure, sor, an' so.it wor," she replied,
with a couj-tesy.
"Yes, Bridget, now hand me that
pockctbook on the table there. That
is well. Now I want you to tell me who
gave you the roses to bring In to me."
"Howly mlther, sor, nn' that I will
nlvcr be ufther doin'. Mrs. Travis, the
leddy, sor, thrittcned me I don' know
what nv I sld a wurred ubout her, sor "
"That will do, my girl," he said, gen
tly, as he placed a 'bill in her hands.
"Leave the roses here by my side and
go out of the loom for a little while."
"Tin dollars," cried Bridget, after
reaching the hall, "an nil because I wor
afther rcfusin' the tlllln' uv him who
sint theml Shure the kind glntleman's
gone clane deft."
Brndnor seized the cluster eagerly
and let his nostrils drink in their grate
ful odor. While he did so the memory
of the heavenly voice freshened, and he
seemed to hear It sing over and over
again the hymns of the Easter day ser
vice. Then he listened for the dear
words of the flower song: " 'Tis the Lnst
Rose of Summer." In a deep revcry he
closed his eyes for several moments,
after which he opened them again, laid
the. rose's down with a profound sigh
an'orthen said, uloud:
"Victor Bradnor, you wretch, you are
deeply, desperately and foolishly in
lore with a human voice, and that voice
is the property of a married woman.
Shame upon you!"
When he was permitted to go down
stairs he inquired for Mrs. Travis. It
would be but an act of propriety and
courtesy to thank her In person for her
kindness to a sluk man.
She hud gone away the evening be
foro with her mother.
"The deuce take It," he said, regret
fully, "am I never to see her face?"
When next Easter day came Victor
Bradnor wns in Borne and with thou
saudsof othersattended the magnificent
services nt St. Peter's, where all the
pomp and circumstances of stately
robes, grand processions and artistic
music combined to give emphasis ,to
this day of days In the calendar. Brad
nor listened pensively to the glory
strains of organ and the rich-toned
voices of the men and boys of the choir.
His thoughts were far out and away in
the Ivy-covered Virginia church, and
he felt thnt the music of her voice was
sweeter than that of all the harmonies
which echoed in St. Peter's. While the
organ pealed and voices blended with
it in happy acclaim of llesurrection
flnv. ho thoiifht he could hear her
divine vocalization above them all, soft
and gentle withal as the zephyr at even
t!.l(.
He wns glad when the services were
ended, because their suggestions
l.-zinrrtit inn frpshlv before 111 in thl
recollections of the Easter day of the
previous year. He felt fle must go
(i.rmifrh life haunted bv a voice, the
owner of which he durst not look upon
even should he chance to meet ner, oc
causo she was the wife of another.
Passing Into the outer air, be walked
along aimlessly pursued by the object
of his love, the voice that continued to
haunt him. He was aroused out of his
abstraction by a sudden scream and
then another.
Just ahead of .him n great burly fel
low, a thievish beggar, it would seem,
had seized a woman, nn elegantly
dressed lady, by the arm, while her
companion, a young nnd exquisitely
beautiful female, regarded the man
with looks of horror upon, her refined
face.
Striding rapidly forward, Bradnor
reached out and grasped the knave,
who had not observed his approach, by
the throat nnd threw him heavily to the
ground. The rascal lay stunned for n
moment nnd. then revivinc irathered
himself quickly together, nnd hurried
away, muttering imprecations as u
staggered nlong.
"We had given him money, sir," said
the older of the ladles, "but he de
mnnrlml tnnn nil we had. in fact, and.
and" she wns greatly excited nnd was
so overcome that she uroKc lainy aown.
"rnntf nf ihp Ifnmnn betrtrars are very
bold," he said, reassuringly, "but you
will hear no more from him. uui nerc
is my card," he said, drawing out his
case and handing one to each. "You
are Americans and I am an American
also. Permit me to see you to your
carriage."
"Mamma, that is Mrs. Trenton, wished
... n inhn nni hut the distance is so
short nnd the day so lovely, headstrong,
I decided we had better waiK. i am
Mrs. Travis, both of Ingleslde, Vir
ginia." The owner of the divine voice! The
charm of it wns ns sweet In conversa
tion as in song. Bradnor, ns they pro
ceeded on their way, regarded her
furtively from time to time.
Mrs. Trenton knew of the Bradnors,
of Baltimore, and Invited Victor to call
upon them. This he readily agreed to
do. , ,
One day he thanked Mrs. Travis for
the roses she had sent him. Then she
blushed crimson.
"VVViv Mr. Uradnor. whnt must VOU
have thought of my boldness? I did not
know your name and really thought
you were tho old gentleman your
friend so spoke of you when you lay
upon the ground.
Bradnor laughed heartily, ne and the
owner of the voice had become much
better acquainted by this time.
More than this, he had learned from
her mother thnt she was a bride of an
hour 'only, her husband having been
killed In n railroad accident within less
than the time named, after the mnrringc
ceremony had been performed. The
girl-wife escaped uninjured nnd re
turned wlthhis dead body from what
had been Intended to be a happy and ex
tended tour. This was four years ago,
and Kitty wns now 22.
"The deuce take it!" murmured Brnd
nor, when the mother told him, "that
was what that confounded landlord was
trying to tell me."
They remained at Rome two months,
nnd Bradnor was almost continually
with them. He met them at Paris, nnd
at London. The grace and charm of the
young woman were equal to the melody
of her voice, nnd well, when the next
Easter rolled around Kitty Bradnor sat
by the side of her husband in the little
ivy-covered church, where, ns he aft
erward declared, she sang more divinely
than ever.
WILLIAM ROSSEIt COBBE.
Ill Enater Offering.
I dare not offer her a hat,
On things mundane I may not feast her,
And so I have decided that
I'll offer her myseirat Easter.
Detroit Free Press.
WILL REVOKE THE ORDER.
President McKlnloy Does Not Favor th
Consolidation of Tension Agencies.
Waswnotox, April 10. It is practi
cally settled that the consolidation of
the pension agencies as proposed by
the last administration will not go Into
effect. It Is learned that, in all proba
bility, the orde.' will soon be revoked
by President MsKinley. This informa
tion comes direct from H. Clay Evans,
commissioner of pensions, who, by in
struction of the president, has been
making a close investigation Into the
economic features of the case and
claims to have discovered It is cheaper
to conduct tho agencies as they now
exist than to consolidate them.
Representative Curtis spent somo
time yesterday with the new commis
sioner of pensions discussing matters
relating to Kansas pension boards.
According to the information devel
oped, the only pension boards in the
classified service in Kansas are the fol
lowing: Topcka, Kansas City, both
boards at Leavenworth and the one at
Winfield. None of the other boards
are classified, which will give the dele
gation a great many more places than
was generally supposed, and will
enable those who were undecided
about these matters to send in their
papers for appointment
NOTED DIVORCE- SUIT.
Mrs. Herard, Wire of the "Cattle King" of
the Indian Territory, Asks for 8300,000
Alimony.
Pkubv, Ok., April 10. Mrs. M. Pau
line Herard, wife of J. Virgil Herard,
filed suit here to set aside her hus
band's decree of divorce which was Is
sued six months ago. She alleges
fraud and asks for $200,000 alimony.
Herard is called "The Cattle King" of
the Indian territory and is worth 81,
000,000. He is a Frenchman and lived
In New York and Chicago until 17, when
lie joined the Sioux Indians and lived
many years with Sitting Bull. When
SO years old he took up his abode in
Kansas City, Ma, and later mar
ried an Osage Indian girl, who died.
Then he married Mrs. M. P. Martin, in
Portsmouth, O. She was of a noted
family. Herard has ten cattle ranches
in Osage Indian nation and at one time
was connected with Fisk, Keck & Co.,
Kansas City. He obtained a divorco
from his wife last October on tho
ground of abandonment, and now his
wife asks to have the decree set aside
on the ground that her husband prom
ised her S25.000 if she would not ap
pear against him when he obtained his
decree, which she now claims he re
fuses to pay.
A MILITIA LAW.
Women Made Eligible to Join the National
Guard In Colorado.
Denvek, CoL, April 10. Tho new
millta law, introduced by Rhode,- and
passed by the house and senate, intro
duces one of the most startling revolu
tions In modern warfare that has yet
been adopted by any civilized nation,
for under its provisions the Colorado
national guard may in future be com
posed of both men and women. Colo
rado, always foremost In adopting ad
vanced ideas, has capped the climax,
after permitting women to voteabol
ishing capital punishment and allowing
women to Bcrve on juries, by passing a
law which will enable them in the fu
ture to participate in actual warfare,
side by side with man, her natural
protector. The bill has not yet been
signed by the governor, but there is
little doubt that it will be signed, and
the period of man's tyranny in Colo
rado will be at an end. Should women,
however, enlist under the new law a
change in the style of uniform that
have heretofore been furnished the na
tional guard in Colorado will bo nec
essary, but this Is a problem which can
easily be solved.
A GIRL'S BODY FOUND.
Sore Enough.
What would life be without the Easter
bat at this seison? Boston Ulobe.
Miss ranllne Daner, of St. IonIs, Who Disap
peared Last November, Taken from tho
Itlver.
Sr. Louis, April 10. Tho body found
in the Mississippi, Thursday, has been
identified as that of Pauline Bauer,
who disappeared last November. Miss
Bauer was a telegraph operator. Just
before her disappearance she com
plained of continued annoyance from
an unknown man. When, five months
ago, her hat and jacket were found
upon the river bank, the murder theory
was suggested and worked upon, but
no clews wero found. Tho body is too
much decomposed to permit tho estab
lishment of ante-mortem injuries. Tho
only definable wound on tho skull
might have been caused by a propeller
blade. Miss Bauer was guardian for
her younger brothers and sisters. Her
unexplained disappearance has pre
vented the administration of the estate.
ANOTHER "JACK THE RIPPER."
The Trial of Fred Ilartiaan, at l'axton, I1L,
Commenced.
Paxtos, 111., April 10. Tho trial of
Fred Uartman for the murder of Mrs.
Wclbko Geddes opened In Ford county
circuit court here yesterday. The case
excites tho greatest interest Hart
man is regarded as a veritable "Jack
the Ripper" in this section of the state.
His supposed victims wero all married
women and number three, although It
is suspected that time will reveal
others who have met the same horrible
fate as did these three. The similarity
of the circumstances attending all of
tho murders, each victim having been
strangled to death and suspended from
a door knob, is considered strong evi
dence of Uartmnn's guilt, together
with other evidence of a cumulative
character.
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