New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1884-05-14

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, I stammered:
dearest, II am afraid you may be
offended at what desire
''Ofendedp If I can please you, you
know very well I am ready to do as
you WISH
'My dearest. you have the lii u
the Sultap's fav0rite. y
..You know I detest compliments
THAT does not keep you from valu-
ing that head of hair
For your sake--tt, please you.'
''For me-then you will not refuse
me-
.'What?''
ITO let me cut off lock of it!''
But why arouse these poignant men,
cries? My friends, pour lae a little of
the Chambertin. 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! What q boy, to believe
love him too little to accord him such
a slight proof of love. Yes, Mr.. Doubt
er, you shall have the lock, and what
is more, I will take it myself and have
it made into monogram -our initials
interlaced."
20! thanks. -
i ssAvo ~,,,, co%:,Gol0 Y,-.o4oI,,
cam I satistied!-but when -
Tomorrow morning-not to take
down my hair at this moment will
cut tho lock off with my own hand
Eyes, darling-yes, my adored one
only tell the jeweler to hurry
.'Be easy. !"
was radiant. My heart leaped for
joy. That night-it was the best
could dol sent Amelia a pair of dia-
mond earrings.
But why arouse these poignant mem
cries? My friends, pour me little
absinthe.
Three days passed. A century, Each
morning I hoped to find at Amelia s
house the promised treasure. At last,
the fourth day, as / entered:
''Sit down there, sir.
Behold me obey, my beauty?'
''Stoop over"
''It is done.
Il make you Chevalier of Love and
pass around your neck the badge Of
my order.''
'My locket with the hair! It is adj
mirable! How the hair is interwoven
it is only your silky ringlets that would
be flexible enough for such curves. And
that shade, that I should recognize
among 100, 000-what do I sayp There
do lot exist two like that on the sur
face of the civilized globc!"
''Then you are contentcd?''
II am in Paradise!'
That night had to make her some
return--I sent Amelia fine Indian
shawl.
But why arouse these poignant mem.
cries? My friends, pour me a little Of
hat absinthe.
There are moments in life when one
does not understand why the heart
does not burst. Experienced such a
moment. had gone home with my
precious love token. And-what had
increased it's value hundredfold. she
had sworn to me that was the first
living being to whom she had given
such present. was seated by the
fire alone, but not lonely, since the
looket recalled her. / turned and re-
turned that talisman. l covered it
with burning kisses. I could not get
enough of that speechless contempla-
ton. A whole world Of thoughts were
awakened by looking upon it. re-
viewed the past from our meeting in
the car. I pceped into the future
fidelity for life-love unalterable.
But why arouse these poignant men,
cries? My friend, pour me little alb
sinthe.
A few days later she was ill. A slight
indisposition, but love fears everything.
Without saying anything I took the
precious locket and went to clair
voyant.
MADAME, l came to consult you
about the health Of person who is
dear to me. y
The clairvoyant took the locket, felt
Of it, and angrily exclaimed: ''You
amuse yourself. sir. That lock of hair
came from q dealer in rabbit-skins. II
was in lot bought by an artist in hair,
who cut up those sort of things for the
love-tokens given by certain women. !"
muttcred an oath and took flight.
But why arouse these poignant mem
cries? My friends, pour me plenty Of
champagne.