Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1881-12-24
THE 10000 BEAUTY.
Forepaush,s Marvel Of LOveIi-
ness Relates Her Ad-
ventures.

ty. Yesterday. Here I've been home
since the 18th of November, and
you're the first newspaper man who
has been to see me. It's real mean
The alleged vision Of perfect female
loneliness was found seated on a piano
stool yesterday afternoon in her board
ing house on South Ninth street, by a
Press reporter, to whOmshe gave such
a cordial welcome that the young
mans heart was nearly dislocated in
its frantic efforts to beat a double tat
too against the walls of his chest. Nor
did the words that followed tend to
restore his equanimity.
Il love reporters chirruped the
the enchanting creature. Il adore
them. They are so handsome, 50 in
telligent, SO oblieing, So; why, l
think they are Just lovely
The young man never recovered his
breath during the interview sufi
GENTLY to ask any but the most com
monplace questions. He looked and
listened and wondered.
The fair Louise has a charming trick
Of rolling her eyeballs in a manner
strongly suggestive Of a colicky gazelle
and Of displaying a pearly set Of teeth
most bewitchiDgly. Then she bites
her neither lip to make it redder than
it ought to be, and puts her head on
one side, like a sparrow me6itating
over a grain Of wheat. Louise frizzes
her front hair, and it falls over her
forehead in well-simulated confusion.
She laughs just as heartily as though
she was not a $4,000 beauty, and the
loyeliest attraction OF the Mammoth
Aggregation Of Quintuplexal Won
ders.
THE BEAUTY's VICTIMS.
"Yes," said the beauty, with a sort
of satisfactory detection, II think the
reporters are simply beautiful. Of
course Congressman, navy and army
officers fall madly in love with me, but
pshaWl 1 never attempted to keep the
run Of them. It's too utterly foolish,
you know. Why, bless your dear in-
nocent soul, I'm really harassed to
death by thousands of love letters,
aud hundreds Of attempts to seek an
interview with me. Once, in Indian
apolis, | received a magnificent bOa-
quet with a tiny note concealed amid
the flowers. What do you think it
was hke2 I'll tell you if you promise
not to-, and again did the divine crea-
ture cause her eyes to turn a double
somersauit. The visitor placed his
hand on his false and hollow heart and
promised.
WELL" continued Miss Montague,
in a lisping whisper, the writer was a
prominent but bald-headed pork
packer. He wrote about this way:
Light Of my life Would that l
could call you that in reality, for my
brain whirls, my limbs almost refuse
their duty, my very heart seems to
swell and burst when / think of you.
Oh, my enslaverl Pity me- Think
of the tOrtures | endure whenever my
eyes rest on your beWildering beauty.
If you only knew how | have gone to
the circus night after night to wor
ship at your shrine, your heart would
melt. | succeeded in obtaining one
Of your hairpins from one Of the cir
Gus men for So 80, and l slept with it
under my pillow. 0nly last night it
stuck in my ear and l am mad with
joy. YOUR DEsPAIR1NG SLAVE"
Il paid no attention to the letter al
all" continued the beauty; "it vas so
awfully, utterly absurd"
us there any truth in the story,
Miss Montague" asked t he reporter,
about your husband, Paul Allen,
having put you up as a stake against
$40 in a game of poker with Bobby
NeTcomb, the Minstrel"
How ridiculous" laughed the
beauty. why, Of course there's no
truth in it. The two men don't know
each other. | married Mr.. Allen in
San Francisco in 1877, was separated
from him in 1878, because he the
gaming table better than be did me,
and then | went to New York, where
| played Josephine in 'Pinafore.' Mr..
Newcomb played Ralph Rackstraw in
the same company. 1t was then that
the falsehood was manufactured by
some malicious story tellers. Just as
if such a thing could be. And put
ting me up against $40 tool How
very funny. According to that | had
no say in tho matter at all. No, sir
the whole thing is pure fiction"
THE BEAUTY BREAKS LOOSE.
"YOu remember the story in the
Western papers, continued the re-
porter, headed A terrible catastro-
phel people fleeing for their lives
Lalla Rookh, the $4,000 beauty Of
Forepaugh's circus, escapes and pro-
duces the most intense CONSERVATION !
The beautiful creature at large in the
streetsl' Did you escape?
Nov that's too, too bad" replied
the Beauty, in a d~eprecating tone.
"0f course / didn't. What awlully
awful stories the papers do tell, to be
sure. It's awful"
"Then what about the Third street
broker Of this city" persisted the
pewsmaD, who is SO desperately in
love with you?"
The fair enchantress smiled rOguish-
~. I'm sure, y she said. that | can't
help it ifpeople fall in love with me.
Let me see, | know one. two. yes,
three brokers on Third street. One
Of them is very rich. Maybe it's him.
Dear me, how | am beset. Really, TO
answer the question truthfully, | don't
know Of any particular broker. l am
not engaged to any that | remember.
Did you eve see the Minersyille
beauty who was your rival at the time
the engagement was made?"
"Oh, yes,' was tho reply. "She wa,
rather pretty, but, then, her feet were
big, and she was AWKWARD. Now. You
know l possess the exact symmetry OF
form and feature. Once the length
the chin, the length Of the nose, twice
the circumference Of the wrist, the
size Of the neck, and all that sort Of
thing, you know. The Minersville
girl was not a professional artistic like
myself, and would not suit Mr.. Fore
paugh at all. You know, l expect Ia
have a theatrical company Of my own
after | conclude my engagement with
Mr.. Forepaugh next season."
Then you will give up being 4
beauty on a high. backed car, anc