Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-13
INVITA- A TRAGEDY OF ARIZONA
By MRS. M. |. RAYNE.

ATHEN 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 temporary respite from the sentence of death which his | doctors had imposed upon him. He settled up his few affairs and bade goodxby to his friends and relatives. thankful that he had never married, and would leave none bearing his name to mourn for him.
 That was 16 years ago, Here he was alive and we'll, the fortunate owner of rich mine. living in a handsome home, and married-aye, there is the rub-married to a little half-Spanish, 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 a fancy to Ninita--Span- ish for "baby girl"-he built her 8 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, Sand swoTe 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 wearily most of the time when she was not praying her thanks to the virgin for giving her such a good home and husband.
 Ninita 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
 'T 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 all ways Nina-"sing to your Philip and charm away his mood, as David soothed Saul"
 50? He was Americana. You lofe him too?"
 Then this grave. elderly man would laugh at her. he who had snatched her as brand from the burlington her souls salvation was it, or for her na- tive charm and beauty?
 She yawned again and looked at the watch at her belt. To old Terese, ioitering near, he said:
 "Tree o'clock and he come not-my Felipe. Oh, if he -die-my hyart go broke-I lofe him so."
 With that she gave great start Coming out between the walls of the Williams canyon was a man on horse back, and 1t was not her husband. Philip Delmar. He was a far handsomer man. and he sat his fiery Mexican mare with grace that tallied we'll with his pie turesque outfit There was riot of color in his ensemble. Ninita's eyes flashed with the old half-wicked light that had been quenched for year. This was a cavalier, grand, superb, and once he had beaten her, but that was nothing; she had not hated him. Yes, it was Apache Jim He had been incarcerated in a jail in Albuquerque for 8 year. Now he was free and looking for Nina, and joy at seeing him made her forget her husband.
 50 you run off with the senor Americano?" he said after a srcant sal utation. You come back now with me --yes?"
 'tNo, no. He marry me; he give me dose" She held up a slender brown hand and showed him the plain band of