The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1882-04-01
4 11uy The.

Amy Tale.
Now let me tell you that ther< are still
fairy folk at Villeftanche, and then I
have done. Don't contradict me, seeing
h believing, and I saw one myself. It
was . warm, summer-like day, although
In January. Adam positively declined
10 60 TO Nice, 60 I asked him how he
would like to 60 away and "be dead"
like Jennie Wren. The plan seemed
feasible, and after some reflection he
added that In oil his travels he had new
ef seen any thing quite SO dead - the
road that leads to Saint Jean. ''Then
that's the place for us, ADAM" re-
piled, and thither we proceeded without
delay. Our first road was that leading
to Monaco. It il q superb highway,
hard and white as marble, but would be
an eye sore tn Mr.. Bergh as It il kept in
repair by throwing down great heaps Of
stone and leaving It to be trOdden down
by unfortunate horses. A more plctu-
rescue route cannot be found. A great
square tower, known to the country folk
as the Roman tower, stands just without
the town and although its history is un-
known It resembles strongly the lonely
old structures seen on the Roman Cam
pagna, and was full of interest to me.
A little farther, and we pass q pretty
villa, eleverly painted to represent stone,
q very common deception in this c0un-
try. l have seen windows 80 well
painted that 1t requireda quick eye to to
detect the fraud, and hav even seen 4
vine painted on q wall which passed
several times before discovering It was
not bona fide article. In the villa IL y
private chapel with gratings, through
which the pasoer-by may look In and
see the golden lamps, the banners EN-
broilered with coats of arms, and tall
figure of saint In painted niche.
Passing on we come to great way-eide
cross Of iron, where four roads meet !; up
on it hangs wreath of wild geraniums,
which some black-eyed girl has very
likely hung there, after breathing u
prayer perhaps for some sailor lover, as
she looked out ON the blue sea through
the olives. We stroll on, encountering
little donkeys laden with wood or hay ;
CAV bells on their necks and red tassels
at their ears women with retl handker-
chiefe on their heads, carrying those
drOllest Of all things mundane, French
tables; little fat things with black,
m0use-like eyes, that one longs tn buy,
white cap, red fichu and all, and eend
home for the cabinet of some collector of
bric-a-bric. Light hearted Italians come
dancing down the road, singing Santa
Lucia, with no more appearance of fati-
que after the days work then . young
fawn. Gay carriages roll past, bearing
to Monte Carlo pretty girls in Rubens
hats, or elegant youths with that air Of
having the world hollow aud their dolls
stuffed with sawdust, which marks your
well-bred Gaul ct once.
At last Adam and crossed q pretty
bridge, and there lay the road to Saint
Jean, dead a. dead could he; not crea-
ture stirring, but . man, who was blow
ing up olive stumps in his field, and .
ragged girl carrying . great load of fag-
COTS on her head. Wild r0sessprung Ola
either side; wild geraniums as tall As
alders in New England; ivies Of glossy
richness clambered over the messy wall;
ferns aud lichens Of exquisite beauty
grew side by side with purple anemones;
brown snapdragon, = slender yellow
flower like an localized dantleliOn, and
myriads of other wild flowers, names
unknown. The green M:Oss lifted little
red chalices TO the sun; among them
snail shells lay pcrxlu, while overhead
tall pines bent protectingly, and below
rolled and rOared the sea.
1t was y rare spot, where the very rocks
seemed burgeoned into beauty. As
gazed, enchanted, there appeared in our
psath = little figure clad in green, the
mystic color Of the fairies. She stood
perfectly still, looking at us with grave,
sweet eyes, and holding out a bunch OF
violets. Not . word she spoke, but
waited silently. We walked on, wOnd-
ering what this might mean, ~ passed.
she stretched out her arm and gave me
her ns~egay. Thcn-whether she heart!
1.-The horns Of Elfland tlOWing;''
whether magic summons rang sudden:
w from the dainty tiOwer-bells arOun:l
,ls whether she had outstayesl her time
ON mortal soil, know not, only she
vanished and left me standing perfectly
still. I called, looked this way and
that, no trace OF her was seen, save that
bout, uet with it's unearthiy sweetness.
IS ADAM" said, ''tlis is passing strange.
DO you suppose some uncanny spell has
been laid upon me, and shall steal on!
ut midnight and dance in the rings III
the grass with Titania and Thomas o'
ErcildOun and tho culprit fay"
linen AOam SllOWcu Tic CIOScSl Is"l
he revealed all the n,alignity of a n'ascll'
line mind. He looked ut me with calm
ness that only II long career Of guilt
could have engendcrcd, and ne answered!
with the delller:.tiOn of 4 scared and
hardened conscience: ''DOM't be alarm
eti, my dear she won't appear again
I only gave her three sous, and she en-
pected tive!'-(AW. Boston .jUMr"d/.
A Troubled Statesman.