The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-01-19
made. Why, a $50 job was always certain
with Colonel Scott. He was a wonder.
SARAH ERNHARDT.
nhe Story Of h French Actress-"DoR'e
shoot; I'm I'm she Gusa..

1he Story of the French Actress-'Don'e
shoot; I'm I'm the GuHa..'
OF course all read the nonsense printed by
the Eastern papers on the subject of Sarah
Bernhardt's physical insuficiency, but very
few people realize now preternaturally thin
she is, for all that. The following pertinent
incident will convey an approximate idea,
however, especially to country readers: In
the winter of '78 the irrepressible and omniy-
orous Sarah became enamored Of an attache
Of the American Legation in Paris named
McGugger. We don't mean that McGugger
ever actually became one Of the great stars
list Of alleged husbands, but suffice it that
success finally crowned her efforts to arrest
the coy representative of the bird Of freedom.
The wonderful actress worshipped her art
more than her lover, hoWever-Which is gen-
orally the case with wonderful actresses; so
it happened that she was not sorry to sudden
ly discover that she possessed a dread rival in
q pretty grisette, as just at that moment she
was rehearsing the part Of q jealous wife,
and was professionally glad to obtain all the
could. To utilize the circumstances to the
best advantage the Bernhardt proceeded to
gain secret admission to the rooms of Nc
Gugger, in the hopes of witnessing an inter-
| view between her rival and her faithless adj
mirer, and drawing valuable experiences
from the laceration of her own feelings while
80 engaged.
There was q shotgun standing ID the cor
ner las is the case in most American bed
rooms), into one of the barrels Of which the
star easily crawled after removing q few SUI
perluous articles Of apparel, which she slip
ped into the other barrel. Nobody entered,
however, and finally getting tired Of waiting,
| Sarah tucked the top wad of the charge un-
der her head and went fast asleep. That
night there was AZ alarm Of burglars raised,
| and McGugger was Just in the act Of discharg-
ing his gun at a man getting over the fence,
when Sarah, who had been awakened by the
| click Of the gun-lock, shrieked:
sDon'ts shoot I'm in the gun /"
(Which barrel-quick p said McGugger.
sThe left, but my things are--'
The attache, however, instantly touched the
other trigger, and simultaneously Sarah's his
torical high heeled slippers crashed through
the house-breaker's pope's nose SO to speak.
"Will you come out? e said our representa-
tive, shaking his gun, s'or shall get the ram
rod and extract your
:You have fred away all my duds," said
the Bernhardt, though Of course in excellent
your gun home
Il guess you'd BETTER" said McGugger,
ssas it looks like rain"
50 he turned the gun-muzzle downWards,
so that she could get her feet on the floor,
and steered her down stairs. The passers in
front Of Saran's house being much %astonished
a few moment later, at beholding q shotgun
descend from a coup and walk up stairs, pro-
nelled by a shadowy pair of unmistakable
Hebraic feet.
And now what is the tender and beautiful
lesson taught by this incident? Does it not
gentleNreader-does it not, we say-assure the
earnest and thoughtful student Of elementive
philology that independent Of, and colrela-
tive apart from, the pathological Influence
of contemporaneous animalcula, the lnfn1-
tude of interchangeable bitterness, contam1-
mated thought ii be BY apocrahal translueence,
can seldom, or hardly always i%mpregnate
with Elusive cyn@phelian insistance the gym
geological asteyeration of protoplaisnais as
much, or either III case Of fire Or sickness 10
the family?