The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-04-29
"A French Love Story.

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lous, and romantic. Happy times, that
never return. loved her as one loves
| but Once-or twice-or thrice at most.
My Amelia!
When pronounced that name there
were grand concert in my heart and
a symphony on my lips. My Amelia!
| met her first in car. Yes, she was
alone with me, and her pantomime OF
delicious timidity made me risk some
phrases of insinuating politeness. BY
the time other passengers arrived | had
arrived at permission to call.
But why arouse these poignant men,
cries? My friends, pour me little OF
that absinthe.
| will spare you trihing details. We
adored each other for three weeks.
will tell you neither of her charms nor
of her goodness. The enumeration
would fill pages. Only among all those
attractions was one fatal gift which
fascinated, intoxicated, transported me
her hair! Such hair. All blonde di-
whites could give you but an INSULT
cient idea.
But why arouse these poignant men,
cries? My friends, pour me 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
such bold request, stammered:
Dearest, II am afraid you may be
offended at what | desire
Offended? If can please you, you
know very well l am ready to do as
you wish
My dearest, you have the hair OF
the Sultan's favorite.
"You know detest compliments.
THAT does not keep you from valu-
ing that head of hair"
For your sake-to please you"
"For me-then you will not refuse
| me-
WHAT
ITO let me cut off lock of it,
But why arouse these poignant mem.
cries? Ny friends, pour me little OF
the Chambertin. | waited breathlessly
for her answer. | trembled lest she
might refuse.
But she smiled lovingly upon me and
said: Behold, then, that sacrifice sc
formidable! What a boy, to believe
love him too little to accord him such
q slight proof of love- Yes, Mr. Doubt
er, you shall have the lock, and what
is more, | will take it myself and have
it made into a monogram-our initials
interlaced. "
80! thanks"
| care you satisfied? Ingrater'
IAN | satisfed!-but when"
Tomorrow morning-not to take
down my hair at this moment 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. My heart leaped fol-
Joy. That night-it was the best
could do sent Amelia pair of dia-
mond earrings
But why arouse these poignant mem.
oriesP My friends, pour me a little
absinthe.
Three days passed. A century! Each
morning | hoped to find at Amelia S
house the promised treasure. At last,
the fourth day, as l entered:
"Sit down there, sir. "
Behold me obey, my beauty"
"Stoop over"
at is DONE
Il make you Chevalier of Love and ]
pass around your neck the badge o.
my order
my locket with the hair 1t is adj
mirable! How the hair is interviewer
it is only your silky ringlets that would
be flexible enough for such curves. And
that shade, that | should recognize
among 100, 000-what do say? There
do not exist two like that on the sur
face of the civilized globe!'
Then you are contented?'
II am in Paradise!'
That night had to make her som,
return-I sent Amelia a fine Indiar
shawl
| But why arouse these poignant mem
cries? My friends, pour me little o
that absinthe.
There are moments in life when on,
does not understand why the hear
does not burst. experienced such ,
moment. | had gone home with my
precious love token. And-what hat
increased its value hundredfold-sh,
had sworn to me that was the frs
living being to whom she had giver
such present was seated by tn,
fire alone, but not lonely, since tn,
locket recalled her. turned and re
turned that talisman. | covered i
with burning kisses, could not ge
enough of that speeches. contempla
ton. A whole world of thoughts were
awakened by looking upon it. l re
viewed the past from our meeting il
the car | peeped into the future
fidelity for life-loye unalterable.
| But why arouse these poignant mem
oriesP My friend, pour me little alb
sinthe.
! A few days later she was i'll. A Sigh
indisposition. but love fears everything
Without saying anything l took tn,
precious locket and went to clair
voyant.
MADAME, l came to consult yor