The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1880-11-11
ANEAvEs-DROPPING EVE.
What Was Seen and Heard by an
"Euglish' Miss" who Came Ont
/, With Sara Bernhardt.
London Pan &.


As soon as the pilot had left, carrying Mr.
George S. Boyer away in a flood of tears
Sara rushed to her cabin. So did l., and
was soon an agitsted witness Of the great
creatures every action.
By the way, quite forgot to say that in
the hurry of parting, and ths crowding round
her for last embraces, the ulster was torn
open, and bits of her extensively trimmed
robe beneath few right AID left as she was
torn with emotional spssms and admiring
hugs. One of these bits-a piece of bronze
fringe seized, in transports at having such
souvenir of our deesse, and it will form
No. of my large collection of souvenirs of
Sara
But to return to the hole in the panel,
The first thing the great creature did was to
look in the glass. Unroling her ulster.
scarf. and swatning bands, she stood in her
simple peignoir, a monument of fragile i'm
perceptibility. l knew she was there and
could see the large bunch of steph lnots at
her shoulder, but the aperature was so small
that it was only for an instant that she filed
the area of sight.
She was calm even to smiling, and after
touching up her cheeks with white and her
eyelashes with bstre, she touched the electric
gong which stood on a carved ivory pedestal
at the door of her marine 0oudoir, and at its
silyery call her staff of ten followers appear
ed together at her door. There was the
novelist who writes her stories, the sculptor
who touches up her statuettes, the painter
who glaEes into shape her paintings, the tu-
tor to Maurice, tie groom Of the chamber,
the musician, the prompter, the jester in or.
binary, ard others whose duties | could not
divine. Sitting down In large hammock
lined with Figured satin" and fringed with
silver bells, she gave the order to unpack.
All she said and did was done and said with
those lsnguishing lotus-eating airs and graces
SO well known to her admirers. "DeballeE
mot tout-et vite-yitep
In the twinking of several eyes her
boudoir became a small Partisan palace
venetian glasses, ebony and ivory carvings,
gold frames, terra-cotts busts, marble stat.
uettes, onyx cups, and vermeil salvers did
not strew the room, but each found its place
IN way which proved that many rehearsals
of this transformation scene must have taken
place previously.
The loveliest Oriental rugs, tho most ex-
quiste Persian embroideries, the quaintest
japanese silk paintings, filed the cornsrs or
illuminated the stools and sofas.
How it was the hole in the panel WAS
never stopped by some hanging miniature or
intervening tapestry was wonder. And
there she was lying, her bare feet in slippers
covered with pearls, tanning herself with
humming- birds wi gs fastened together with
diamond links.
just opposite me was the celebrated silver
coffin lined with rose satin, and the ivory
skeleton hol ling the toilet glass before her.
Then the ten followers sst grsvely on the
longest Of the Persian rugs and taking from
various concealments in their dress sundry
musical instruments, the following chorus
was sung with ecstatic signs of devotion and
faith;