The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1884-08-09

My Amelia.
When I pronounced that name there
were . grand concert in my heart and .
symphony or my lips. Ny Amelial
met her first in a car. Yes, she
Was alone with me, and her pantomine
of delicious timidity made me risk
some phrases of insinuating politeness.
She listened. By the time other pas
sengers had arrived I had arrived at
permission to call.
But why arouse these poignant mem
cries? My friends, pour me a little Of
that absinthe.
l will spare you trifing details. We
adored each other for three weeks. I
will tell you neither of her charms nor
OF her goodness. The enumeration
would fill pages. Only among all these
attractions was n fatal gift which fas-
cinated, intoxicated. transported me-
her hair! Such hair. All blonde
d whites could give you but an insult
icient idea.
But why arouse these poignant men,
cries? My friends, pour me a little of
that absinthe.
When one passed his hand over the
silken tresses there was the sensation
of satin combined with that of velvet,
with the addition of an electric thrill.
As to the color, Delacroix, in his best
DAYS, would have broken his pallet in
spite. The hairs of that dear head did
not cease to run in mine.
One day, after long hesitating to risk
ov,oh n Lola ~o,,oak T okororonrol.
"Dearest, II am afraid you may be
offended at what I DESIRE"
Offended? If I can please you, you
know very well / AIN ready to do rs you
wish"
my dearest, you have the hair Of tho
Sultan's favorite."
"You know I detest compliments"
~Ihat does not keep you from valu
ing that head of hair"
"For you sake-to please you"
For me-theA you will not refuse
me-
"What2"
"Let me cut off a lock Of It'll"
But why arouse the poignant memo
ries? My friends, pour me a little of
the Chambertin. I waited breathlessly
for her answer. I trembled lest she
might refuse.
But she smiled lovingly upon me and
said: Behold, then, that sacrifice
so formidable! WI at a boy, to believe
! loved him too little to accord him
such a slight proof of love. Yes, MI.
Doubter. You shall have the lock, anil
what is more, I will take it myself and
have it made into q monogram--o4:
initials interlaced."
20! thanks.a
"Are you satisfied? migrated"
sam I satisfied!-but when"
"To-morrow morning mot to take
down my hair at this moment-I will
cut the lock off with my own hand"
Yes, darling-yes, my adored one
only tell the jeweler to hurry"
BE easy"
was radiant. NY heart leaped for
joy. That night-it was the best I
could dol sent Amelia a pair Of dia-
mond earrings.
But why arouse these poignant memo
ries? My friends. pour me a little alb
sinthe.
Three days passed. A century! Each
morning I hoped to find at Amelia's
house the promised treasure. At last,
tie fourth day, as I entered:
"Sit down there, sir"
"Behold me obey, my beauty!'
"Stoop over
1T is DONE"
Il make you Chevalier of Love and I
pass around your neck the badge of my
order"
"My locket with the hair! 1t is adj
mirab'c! How the hair is interviewer;
it is only your silky ringlets that would
be flexible enough for such curves.
And that shade, that l should recognize
among 1OO, OoO-what do I say? There
do not exist two like that on the sur.
face # the civilized globe"
"Then you are ~con'ented?"
II sm in Paradise!'
That night had to make her somo
return-1 sent Amelia an Indian shawl.
But why Gus these poignant mem
cries? Ny friends, pour me a little OF
that absinthe.
There are moments in life when one
does not understand why the heart does
not burst. I experienced such q mo-
ment. / had gone home with my pre-
cious love token. And-what had in
creased its value a hundredfold-she
had sworn to me that I was the first ]iv-
ing being to whom she had given such
. present. I was seated by the fire
alone. but not lonely, since the
iocket recalled her: I turned and re-
turned that talisman. I coveredi it with
burning kisses. I could not get enough
of that speechless contemplation. A
whole world of thoughts were awakened
by looking upon it. I reviewed the
past from II meeting in the car. l
peeped into the future-fdelity for life
love unalterable.
But why arouse these poignant men,
cries? Ny friend, pour me a little alb
sinthe.
Afew days later she was i'll. A slight
indiSposition, but love fears everything.
Without spying anything I took the
precious locket and went to q clairvoy-
ant.
Madame, I came to consult You
about tie health of person who IS
dear to me-"
The clairvyant took the locket, felt
o. it, and angrily exclaimed: "lou
amuse yourself, sir. That lock OF hair
came from a dealer in rabbit-skins. 1t
was in a lot bought by an artist in hair,
who cuts up those sort of things for the
love-tokens given by certain women"
l muttered an oath and took flight.
But why arouse these poignant men,
ores? Ny friend, pour me plenty OF
champagne.