Morning journal and courier., 1882-10-06
Mile. FsyShfne's History.

Paris Letter to the Pail Mall Gazette.
 If celebrity has not a market value, insane coming famous. Mile. Feyghine came to Paris anxious to make an honest livelihood and thirsting for fame. Nature had been most kind to her in crowding upon her rare gifts. The word thoroughbred, because we associate it with go, strength, grace, ele. gance and light motion, can alone impart an idea of her physical perfection In the ma .terial order her equilibrium was perfect.
 When she was in deep poverty here, before she could obtain an engagement at the Fran cais, Russian artist who came to tell me about her said 'It is impossible for old and cheap gloves and boots to make her hands and feet look clumsy" This was 8 curious remark, but it was just one and
 gave an idea of her physical distinction. The face was very beautiful but it showed, while expressing strong and rapid intellect, want of moral balance. There was in it too much of the wild animal. was greatly struck
 with this characteristic one day when l ran against her as she was going up the Rue Pigalle gnaw1ng turnip which she had bought of a costermonger. Her teeth were
 exactly like those of 8 young hound-white
 as snow, even in front, small, and with pair of relatively long and sharp canines. She was Jewess but looked fair-haired, blue eyed gypsy. Her features were regular; a | whimsical spirit gave them peculiar express sion. She was intensely odd and serious in | all her oddities. The brow when she first | arrived here was habitually knit. She had
 dnring six years been trying to educate her
 self, and turning over in her active and ar l dent brain schemes for turning her talents to | honest account. Dishonesty was foreign to | her nature, and there was no predisposition
 to vice. When the worst came to the worst | she had resolved to commit suicide. She | had long reasoned over the soliloquy of Ham
 let, and had come to the conclusion that
 when famine knocked at the door 1t was g
 providential signal that there was not room
 enough in the world for the starving wretch. | Her views were expressed in short and sim
 pie sentences, sometimes accompanied by g | gentle little laugh.
 Mile. Feyghine had not frequented the | studious youth of Moscow, near which city
 she vas brought up, but somehow she i'm l bibed many of their ideas, and unknown to
 herself was a Nihilist. Her passion for the poor creature for the sake of whom she shot
 herself may be accounted for by the sunless ness of her life, and phenomenal capacity - be grateful. Her theatrical sisters or, -eed that sas sss b romantic fool when tbev saw with what simplicity the little hirod villa in which she lived was fur ,,iabad With the exception of her theatri oa1 costn ue, her wardrobe was anything I,,+ snmnt,, 'osa. If the Due de Morny ill curred dshts n was not through the Rus sian aotress Lack as well as nature seemed to favoA~ Nile. Feyghine. Directly she knocked at Vna door or tne 1neatFs Francsise she was .Sdnattted. Her defective nronunciation of French was much exag
 oersted bv the critics. Stih, 1t was enougt to offend Parisian ears. ohe was a"Rware on the stage because without experAence but l believe t,Nat had sne stuoied marc and not allowed herseif to DC aosorDea n a senseless adoration she "ouiu nave asA' surpassed Sarah BernL >ardt ln the role O
 Mrs. Clarkson. The un. 'ortunate ana verl interesting Mile. Feygh 9e had market originality, and was yet an aA Tohisnine niM ic. Her accent was guttural, | ut ner yoic'
 of a fine contralto tsma6'o In Gen. Uany' Ehk
 land and the United States she wo dio nave
 been more appreciated than in Paris, Wner' N5;e.. the stage is extremely, and, indeed, "Ieu
 lously conventional She had what is kn> WI on the Boulevards success de 6edute: . | wounded her to the quick to be told about
 her beauty, which she thought was polite
 way of telling her that a career of vice waf the one for which nature framed her. A
 mot of Dumas ,fikS strengthened her suicidal tendency The last time he saw her in the Francais she was going down the stairs wltt
 a friend in whose charge De Morny had Jeff her. ''Quelle belle personnel" exclaimed | the author of the "Demi- Monde; ;" ''ma1i ] quelle dommage aussi qu'elle va si gsiment l Ia prostitution" This was said in her hear | ing In the vestibule she sat down ane ] sobbed violently. She felt that the Duke l wanted to desert her. Some of the theatrl l cal sisterhood had been advising her to make 1 him a laughing-stock by publicly desertlnt 1 him. The saying of Dumas fIs, who reall, 1 thought well of her, and had in many way 1 befriended her. filled her with horror. Lif had become burden too heavy to bear.