The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1890-10-04
DIARY o. MARIE eAckeAYsHlFr.
A Dius-bleoded Boston Girl who II the
Type OF the Age.


loved! am youngl l am beautiful!
chair.) All. mon Dieul but l will be
lovedl
Tuesday-Yesterday. after my ebul-
lition of passion. during which looked
very handsome (my eyes flashed and
my beautiful nostris dilated). dressed
myself carefully In my purple moire
antique. with the green ribbons. let
ting my stockings fall little loosely
about my ankles. and thrusting a
large yellow jonquil in my belt. l
tripped lightly down the stairs, sing
ing AS went. that little chanson:
Oh, TO feel the breath
That comes through a soft mustache;
To lean my head on a manly breast
without being considered rash.
NV voice is beautiful one. Would
MT like to sing in Music Hail. and
raise the roof, and make Patti tear her
imperial dyed hair with rage. All,
mon Dieul CThe reason | say mon
Dieu so much Is because had French
governess. oh. she was une mignonnc
Ia corkcrl She taught me TO roll
cigarettes and read lola. All. friend
of my infancy. in what paths do your
tender feet wanderp Art thou listen
ing to serapbic music In the heavenly
spheres or wandering on the dull orb2
She ran off with herdic driver.
could have killed him.)
Still singing, / slipped into the draw
ing-room, where l 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, Romel
Romel goal OF my young infancy even
a nose will turn my thoughts to thee.
OF do not succeed In music I shall 90
20 Rome and study artl All, mon
Dieul Glorious, heavenly art! Art
can not exist without artists. and artists
are usually mcni Oh. art. beautiful
artD But the man on the ladder.
turned an arch look upon him U am
always arch), and said In a low trem-
bling voice: did it rain when you
came IMP"
Not much. MISS" said he.
Ughi howl hate that word Miss"
so bourgeously, so sou-endy. i shook
the ladder with rage. He lost his bal
ance, and | caught him by the arm.
not SO much TO save him us to feel his
manly breath on my cheek. All, mon
Dieu. for one instant | was delrious
with happiness. Look here, young
woman" he cried, "where's your keep
er aud your cageP" ''But | love YOU,
adore YOU" cried; and with that he
picked up his leather apron and hat.
and ran quickly from the room. Poor
boy. how he loved met He was pale
with passion, but / no longer love him;
tire OF him. Alasl he loved me too well,
and no man shall ever kiss mel /
swear ii. Mon Dieul All, love, love,
when shall find lovep
Wednesday, have been reading
"The Quick or the Dead" Thou
Shalt Not" and The Evil That Men
Do" All. what grand thoughts are in
them. mon Deul
Thursday wanted sweet brace
let that saw down at Bogigan's this
morning. Another girl bought II be-
fore could get home and ask mann
ma. / 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 as you feelp
Friday--Ah, but am cruell feel
/ have no heart, and can never know a
grande passion. To-day met a hand
some man at O'Clock tea. deity
stood In front of him for one hour. and
kept him from talking to anyone else.
was brilliant in conversation, ris que!
brusquel said:
You are q naughty man."
'How so, Miss Back bayshiftP"
"Oh, / know you are"
'But-"
''You want to flirt with me. know
you do. Don't you try TO squeeze my
hand"
'But | assure you"
"But you may. Here IL Is. Nobody
Is looking. You may kiss 1t If yor
like
But do not Ike. Miss Backbay-
shift. haven't any desire to kiss your
hand. and you are a great bore. III
you will kindly let me get away from
YOU
threw my cup OF chocolate In his
face and let him 90. The man Is mad
TO love me so passionatcly. why why
can never reciprocate loyeP All, mon
Dieul
Saturday. have been TO the Sym
phony concert. cast burning glances
at all the orchestra, and smiled in sub
missive style. None OF thom looked at
me. They do not yet appreciate my
style; i am not like other girls. There
was one silly Young thing In front OF
me who got a smile from one OF the
yiolins. promptly ran the whole
length Of my hat pin into her back