Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1875-08-06
madame Anrot,s Cnfe.

The Paris correspondent Of the st.
Louis Globe. Democrat says: Near the
frowning arch of St. Denis, on the great
boulevards, stands an humble but
cheerily lighted and much.frequented
establishment called Madame Angot's
Cafe" Its baptism is recent, as its
name would indicate. Its walls are
adorned with scenes from the festive
opera which has been heard in nearly
every prominentEuropeau and American
city. From eleven o'clock until long
past one in the morning it is thronged
with gay yet decorous crowds Of men
and women, who sip the brown beer
which has OF late become fashionable in
Paris, who play at dominoes or pique,
and who laugh much at little. Care
does not seem to touch them; il they
have troubles and vexatiens they have
evidently left them at home with their
workday clothes; they gossip, sing, talk
of their private affairs in loud voices,
and call the walters by their Christian
names. The fadded and weary-eyed
woman at the polished cafe counter per-
petually rings her bell with as much
dignity as the Duke d 'Audiffret-P Pasquier
rings his at the National Assembly; and
the walters come in crowds at her call
to respond with the account of their
sales, which she notes carefully down in
huge book. The most absolute dem
ocracy prevails here. The workman,
bareheaded and clad in blouse and
overals, seats himself beside some
aristocratic marquis or viscount, who,
clad in the variegated uniform Of crack
cavalry regiment, daintily smokes a
cigarette and looks at CHAINS last
caricature in the comic journals. Next
to the officer are seated half dozen
4" liners" dressed in long, blue frocks,
with the number Of their regiments on
their collar, and in red trousers and
heavy CATERS. They get jolly over their
cards, and are no whit disturbed by the
presence of the young aristocrat, whom
they nevertheless punctiliously salute
when they 90 out. What said an
American from the Eastern States, look
ing over the people in Nine Angot's
cafe one evening, could this flourish in
the United States2 Certainly not. The
people are not democratic enough there,
and the alcoholic habit would, were it
not for the first objection, render the
thing entirely impossible" There are
social formulas in every part of the
United States which probably will
always prevent such mixing of classes
as one finds in any reputable Paris cafe.
The fine lady, walking home in the
moonlight of these beautiful May even
ings from the "Gymnase" or the "Rena-
issance, sending her coachman away so
that, with her escort, she may enjoy the
spectacle of the intense animation of
the bsulevards, would not hesitate to en-
ter M me Angots cafe, and there to sip
the vanilla ice or the raspberry syrup
which would be served as refreshment.
She would not object to the workman s
blouse or the giddy chatter of Angeli-
nette and Francois over their dominoes
in corner. She would not notice them
they would not exist for her; for in Paris
one is less curious about his or her nigh
Dor than anywhere else in the world.
Dearly as those volatile people love
scandal, they will not take the trouble to
listen in cafe to the profoundest secrets
of people whom they see daily, and with
whom they may be on speaking terms.