The Flagstaff sun-democrat., 1897-04-15

is the property of 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 ond courtesy to thank her in person for her kindness to sick man.
 She had gone away the evening be- fore with her mother.
 ''The deuce take it," he said, regret. fully, "am never to see her face?"
 
 When next Easter day came Victor Bradnor was in Rome and with thou sands of others attended the magnificent services at 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. Drad- 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 that the music of her voice wns sweeter than that of all the harmonies which echoed in St. Peters. While the organ pealed and voices blended with it in happy acclaim of Resurrection day, he thought he could hear her divine vocalization above them all, soft and gentle withal as the zephyr at even. tide.
 He wns glad when the services were ended, because their suggestions brought too freshly before him tn. recollections of the Easter day of the previous year. He felt he must go through life haunted by voice, tic owner of which he durst not look upon even should he chance to meet her, be- cause she was the wife of another. Passing into the outer air, he 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 a great burly fel- low, Q thievish beggar, it would seem, had seized woman, an elegantly dressed lady, by the arm, while her companion, a young and exquisitely beautiful female, regarded the man with looks of horror upon her refined face.
 Striding rapidly forward, Dradnor | reached out and grasped the knave, who had not observed his approach, by | the throat and threw him heavily to the ground. The rascal lay stunned for moment, and, then rcviving. gathered himself quickly together. and hurried away, muttering imprccations as he staggered along.
 "We had given him money. sir" said the older of the ladies. "but he de- manded more, all we had, in fact. and, and" she was greatly excited and was so overcome that she broke fairly down.
 Many of the Roman beggars are very bold" he said, reassuringly. "but you will hear no moro from him. But-herc is my card" he said. drawing ont his case and handing one to each. "fou are Americans and am an American also. Permit me to see you to your carriage"
 "Mamma, that is Mrs. Trenton, wished us to take one. but the distance is so short and the day so lovely, headstrong, 1 I decided we had better walk. l am Mrs. Travis, both of Ingleside, Vir- ginia."
 The owner of the divine voice! The charm of it was as sweet in conversa- ton as in song. Bradnor, as 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 upcn them. This he readily agreed to l do.
 One day he thanked Mrs. Travis for the roses she had sent him. Then she blushed crimson.
 "why, Mir. Bradnor, what must you have thought of my boldness? l did not know your name and really thought you were the old gentleman-your friend so spoke of you when you lay upon the ground"
 Bradnor laughed heartily. He and the owner of the voice had become much better acquainted by this time.
 More than this, he had learned from her mother that she was a bride or an hour only, her husband having been killed in a railroad accident within less than the time named, after the marriage ceremony had been performed. The girl-wife escaped uninjured and re- turned with~his dead body from what had been intended to be happy and ex- tended tour. This was four years ago, and Kitty was now 22.