Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1897-04-17

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81 ICE, w1.c1 stood IL ire midst q e
asg.sc,=d z~c17eya-t FIJI @: grave
stones, many @: which were fallen CT
broken u pieces Ts1z.es @: bush and
b-Isr were O. every hand.
Entering ia: house Of worship, which
le found to he already filed. lie mod
fsuy took q seat near the door and IN
der the gallery Of the choir.
The day was Easter, and the plain
oaken Star bore large vases of sweet
flowers, whose fragrance had stolen all
over the audience room and made the
mir of the April morning grateful with
It's presence.
Soon the little organ sent forth a
peal announcing a prelude, and the
young man looked bored. But in a mo.
nlent he assumed an attentive, rapt at.
tttude, ard ripples of glad sunshine
played over his features.
A voice of marvellous sweetness rang
out within the narrow walls of the
sanctuary. 1t was full, rich, clear, di.
vine almost, in its expression.
Hradnor thought of the angel SOM
on the plain Of Bethlehem, and closed
his eyes, as though 10 shut out all sisht
lest the glorious harmonies be lost 10
him.
He did not think Of the singer, wheth-
er old or young, nor of the triumphant
words of the hymn she sang. 1t was
her voice, so intense in its earnestness.
50 Hutelike in its s~oftness. yet so human.
"ithal, that bad entered his soul.
Ihenceforth be had no heart for the
prayers, nor The words that were read
nor the sermon that was spoken. He
sat as one in q deep sleep, from which
he only reused when the inelrable yoic.
rang out in its rich cadences. Others
mingled with it, but these lie did not
hear.
When the services were ended he
slowly 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 was a fat, wheezv fellow
whose thoughts came slow and whose
speech was slower. Bradnor found II
necessary 10 repeat the question.
She's Mrs. Kitty Travis" SLOWLY
came the reply, wife Of Tim Travis.
who"
20, the deuce!" CALCULATED the young
man. as he turned disappointedly away.
The landlord stared al him with his
great google eyes in establishment and
attempted q movement 10 call him
Lack, but Braduor bad disappeared
from the room. Several times during
the afternoon and evening the hos, rs.
tayed speech With bis guest, but was
20 hating in purpose that be never sue.
cesded.
Braonor took an early morning train
Tor his home In Baltimore. and when
sun rose the bills around the g,,le
Virginia village were far behind him
Bat he took with him : memory ottbs,
Place, freEher and sBee,er and pu,e,
ihan the white lilies tia, grew In lux.
urianee upon either side Of THE roadna,
II wsE the voice Of a woman il the i,y.
.inantied village church.
@Coniourd IT," be muttsrsd, "apd The
oTner Of il IL married, Yes, and doub,.
Jess gray and old and wrinkled. Wbs,
base yog 70 d. with The voice u a mar.
Fls1 woman, Of anything else that be.
5sngstc her, Victor Brsdnory7
StiIl, though be SDeersd and removed
.sihaaeit, the voice eaickerea and sen,
cut repeated me,oIiss 10 the rea,chsm.
Der M hls thoughts.
White Sulphur spingr 8 filed with
people from eli oser The eocu.ry and
among the tbroDgs vss Victor grsduor.
who had goue thittsr 10. NJ much for
kis health az TO get away from The hes,
Of the city and the ennui that a. time.
oppressed him.
The evening was a delightful one In
August. and Brsdnor was seated uoon
the veranda 0: his hotel. holding high
converse With an old acquaintance be
had first met at Florence. and. later, at
London.
This friend was anguidly telling of
. misadyenture he had on a gondola AZ
Venice. in which a fair Venetian maid
figured, punctuated by an Involuntary
bath in the blue waters, when, suddenly,
Bradnor leaned his head to one side
like a dog when attentively regarding
his master.
He no longer heard his friend. The
firing OF q cannon yould mot /, -. a,