Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-09-26
DIARY OF MARIE eAckeAYsHlfr.
A Bius-biooded Boston GIRL who Is tho
a Type OF the Age.

a Diuo-piooucu boston Gtrl VINO Al the
tat Type OF the Age.
All. mon Dieul Fifteen years old
to-day. and not one affaire du ceur to
look back on-mon Dieu! / will be
lovedl / am young! am beautiful!
l am sveltel / am chici (Smashes a
chair.) All, mon Dieu! but / will be
lovedi
Tuesday-Yesterday, after my ebul-
lition of passion. during which looked
very handsome (my eyes flashed and
my beautiful nostrils dilated). / dressed
myself carefully in my purple moire
antique, with the green ribbons, let
ting my stockings fall a little loosely
about my ankles. aud thrusting q
large yellow jonquil in my belt, |
tripped lightly down the stairs, sing
ing as went, that little chanson:
Oh, 10 feel the breath
That comes through soft mustachc;
To lean my head on u manly breast
without being considered rash.
NY voice is beautiful one. Would
MT / like to sing in Music Hall. and
raise the roof, and make Patti tear her
imperial dyed hair with rage. All,
mon Dieu! (The reason l say mon
Dieu so much is because had a French
governess. Oh. she was une mignonne
Ia corker! She taught me to roll
cigarettes aud read lola. All. friend
OF my infancy in what paths do your
tender feet wander? Art thou listen
ing to seraphic music in the heavenly
spheres or wandering on the dull orb?
She ran off with a herdic driver. l
could have killed him.
Still singing, slipped into the draw
! ing-roon, where | knew n man from
SOME dry goods establishment was put
ting up curtains. | went swiftly over
to the step-ladder on which he stood.
He was beautiful. His hair, of rich,
deep red. was dressed pompadour and
his nose was Roman. Oh, Rome!
Rome! goal of my young infancy. even
nose will turn my thoughts to thee.
| OF do not succeed in music ! shall go
to Rome and study art! All, mon
Dieul Glorious, heavenly art! Art
can not exist without artists. and artists
are usually men! Oh. art, beautiful
artD But the man on the ladder.
turned an arch look upon him q am
always arch), and said in low trem-
bling voice: Ibid it rain when you
came in?n
Not much. miss" said he.
Ugh! howl hate that word "NIiss"
so bourgeously, so sou-endy. / shook
the ladder with rage. He lost his bal
ance, and | caught him by the arm.
not so much 10 save him rs to feel his
manly breath on my cneek. All, mon
Dieu, for one instant l was drlirious
with happiness. Look here. young
woman. he cried. where's your keep
er and your cage?n ''But love YOU,
/ adore YOU" l cried; and with that he
picked up his leather apron and hat.
and ran quickly from the room. Poor
boy. how nc loved me! He was pale
with passion, but no longer love him;
/ tire of him. Alas! he loved me too well,
and no man shall ever kiss me! |
swear it. Mon Dieu. All, love, love,
when shall / find love?
Wednesday-I have been reading
1.-THE Quick or the Dead" Thou
Shalt Not" and The Evil That Men
Do" All. what grand thoughts are in
them, mon Dieu
Thursday wanted q sweet brace
let that saw down at Bogigan's this
morning. Another girl bought it be-
fore / could get home and ask mani
ma. l threw an inlaid table straight
through the plate glass window and
put my foot through showcase. Why
not be frank and candid, mon Dieu,
and act rs you feel?
Friday-Ab. but am cruel! feel
l have no heart, and can never know d
grande passion. To-day / met hand
some man at o'clock tea. deity
stood in front of him for one hour. and
kept him from talking to anyone else.
l was brilliant in conversation, ris que
brusque! l said:
You are a naughty man."
Glow so. Miss Backbayshift?h
''Oh, | know you are"
"But-"