Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-10-04

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From the San Francisco Chronicle.
There is o lady In this city of wonders on
American, who is undoubtedly one of the love.
lest creatures that ever WERE She is called
Nine. GautherOt, and her husband q French.
man, is a rich importer, who came up to Paris
from Nantes to spend his money and show of
his wife, Some say she Is from San Francisco
or Los Angeles, or Marysville, or from some.
where along the Pacific coast. have heard
too. that she halls from New York. from
any number Of places that ought to be,
and 1 dare say would be. proud to OWL
her. The prepOnderance Of evidence isin favor
of Frisco, and 30 l am going to write her down
as bright, accidental star which has come to
us perfect specimen of the kind of women that
thrive apace In the GLORIOUS climate of Califor.
n.y." I have seen her several times but the
best chance Ihad to admire her was few weeks
back in the magnificent salons of Mrs. Morton.
the wife of the American minister. A Young
lady from Chicago was leaning on nv arm. and
We were slowly traversing the rooms, when we
came upon Nine. Gautherot, who was standing
talking with NJ. Clemenceau, the famous radical
deputy. whose wife is an American. knew
from the way my companion acted that she was
deeply moved by the lovely apparition, whom
she had now seen for the first time and She
whisperngly asked If I knew who the Iadv
was.
ooh, yes" replied, "that is Nine. Gautherot
She is said to be the most beautiful woman in
"Wen, they might say in the world. OF all
the beauties / have ever seen she is. in face.
form, hair and complexion the most beautiful. j
I should guess Nine. Gautherot to be about
twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age. Her
head is strictly classical. and she wears her fair.
wavy tresses in Grecian bandeaux. Her form
is faultless. She Is the Venus de Medici trans
mitted into flesh and blood and covered by the
best man or woman dress-maker of the Cant
tai. We stood and looked at this, the lovellest
person that ever came out Of the hands of a
Paris cosaasriere, and It seems to me nv com
pani0n would never be done feasting upon her
splendid beauty. She was dressed that night
the details were told me by Miss Chicago. and
wrote them down-in corn-colored silk, part
of which was covered with network Of vel
low beads and small white bugles. She also
wore q necklace Of diamonds, a brooch and
bracelets. with Greek bandalettes in her hair.
which is Of q perfect gold color. Her dress
fitted her form like gloves should ft ones hands.
and her skirts chung about her limbs I'm the
most classical fashion. She wore diamond
buckles on her slippers. Her pale-blue and vel
low silk stockings were just discerniblo. A
murmur Of admiration greeted her wherever she
went. The crowd opened to let this beauty
pass, and she strolled around, the most uncon-
cerned person In the room. Her ewes are large
and limpid, and as Looked into them could
not discover the slightest sentiment Of coquetry.
The texture Of her ears, her neck, and her
shoulders are precisely that kind which the
great Lefevre and the equally great Bougoureau
paint so magnifcently. There ID pink shade
which comes through the transparent white akin.
ana tue neeh Is aS smooth as rose LEAF