The Van Buren press., 1903-12-26
NINITA---
A TRAGEDY OF ARIZONA
By MRS. N. [. RAYNL.

A|HEN Philip Delmar exchanged the
w hard, uncongenial climate Of his
native New England states for the
semi-tropical ATTITUDES of Arizona he
hoped only for a temporary respite
from the sentence of death which his
doctors had imposed upon him. He
settled up his few affairs and babe
good-by to his friends and relatives,
thankful that he had never married,
and would leave none bearing his name
10 mourn for him.
That was 16 years ago Here he was
alive and we'll, the fortunate owner of
a rich mine, living in a handsome
home, and married-aye, there is the
rub-married to a little half-Spansh.
half-MeXican concert singer, with
whom he was madly in love- people
said Otherwise why did he marry her,
a girl who could have been had for the
asking, so the American contingent de-
clared And he had taken her away
from Apache Jim, the handsome half
breed who had been educated by the
government and had more rich min
ing claims than he could count on the
beringed fingers of his two hands.
When he took fancy to Ninta-Span-
ish for baby girl"-he built her a
concert hall in the worst town in the
region Of Prescott, and made money
from her musical notes He dressed
her like high-born Mexican lady, beat
her, and burned her finery in his
tantrums. and swore that some day he
would Kill her
This girl was now the wife Of Philip
Delmar Sweet-tempered and obedient,
she sat at home and waited for her
husband. She had been married year
and yawned YEARLY most of the time
when she was not praying her thanks
10 the virgin for giving her such a
good home and husband.
Ninta would have been glad to talk
with old Terese, their one servant but
her position as mistress debarred her
from that privilege, and she found
refuge in her musical occupations, her
piano and guitar, and the practice Of
her rare contralto voice.
81 sing for my Felipe" she would
say sweetly, the little brown thing,
dressed by Philip in American clothes,
such as he remembered that his mother
and sister wore, and looking so in
congruous amidst her surroundings
yes my Nina"-to him she was al
ways Nina-"sing to your Philip and
charm away his mood, as David
soothed Saul"
80? He was Americana, You lofe
him too?"
Then this grave, elderly man would
laugh at her. he who had snatched her
as a brand from the burlington her
FOULS salvation was It, or for her ma
tive charm and beauty?
She yawned again and looked at the
watch at her belt. To old Terese,
lettering near, he said
Tree o'clock and he come not-my
Felipe Oh, II he hurt-de--my hyart
70 broke lofe him So
with that she gave a great start.
Coming out between the walls Of the
Williams canyon was man on horse
back, and It was not her husband, Philip
Demar. He was a far handsomer man,
and he sat his fiery Mexican mare with
q grace that tailed well with his pic
turesque OUTFIT. There was a riot of
color in his ensemble, NnItas eyes
flashed with the old half-wicked lieht
that had been quepchcd for Nye0r This
was a cavalier, grand superb, and once
he had beaten her but that was nothing;
che had not hated him, Yes, It was
Apache Jim. He had been incarcerated
IN a Jail In Albuquerque for ayear Now