Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-10-19
smooth AS a Rose Leaf.

A correspondent from Paris says there
is a lady in this city of wonders, an
American, who is undoubtedly one
the loveliest creatures that ever we're.
She is called Nine. Gautherot, and her
husband, Frenchman, is a rich i'm
porter, who came up to Paris from
Nantes to spend his money and show off
his wife, Some say she is from San
Francisco, or Los Angeles, or Marys-
vile, or from somewhere along the Pa
cific coast. have heard, too, that she
halls from New York, from Baltimore,
from Lima, from Panama-from any
number of places that ought to be, and
dare say would be proud to own her.
The preponderance of evidence is In
favor of Frisco, and so am going to
write her down as bright, occidental
star which has come to us q perfect
specimen of the kind of women that
thrive apace in the GLORIOUS climate of
Californy." / have seen her several
times, but the best chance had to adj
mire her was a few weeks back In the
magnificent salons of Mrs. Morton, the
wife of the American Minister. A young
lady from Chicago was leaning on my
arm, and we were slowly traversing the
rooms, when we came upon Nine. Gau-
therot, 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
apparltlon, whom she had now seen for
the first time, and she whisperingly
asked if knew who the lady was.
"Oh. yes" 1 replied, ''that is Nine.
Gautherot. She is SAID to be the most
beautiful woman in Paris"
"Well, they might say in the world.
Of ell the beauties have ever seen, she
is, in face. form. hair and complexion,
the most beautiful"
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 fault
less. she is the Venus de MedicI trans
muted into flesh and blood and covered
by the best man or W man dressmaker
of the capital. We stood and looked at
this, the loveliest person that ever came
out of the hands of a Paris codturiere,
and it seems to me my companion would
never be done feasting upon her splen-
did beauty. She was dressed that night
the details were told me by Miss Chi
cago and I wrote them down-in corn
colored silk, part of which was covered
with a network of yellow beads and
small white bugles. She also wore a
necklace of diamonds, a brooch and
bracelets, with Greek bandalettes in her
hair, which is of perfect gold color.
Her dress fitted her form like gloves
should fit ones hAads. and her skirts
clung about her limbs in the most clas-
steal fashion. She wore diamond buck
les on her slippers. Her pale blue and
yellow silk stockings were just discern
ible. A murmur of admiration G eeted
her wherever she went. The cUowd
opened to let this beauty pass. and
she strolled around the most uncon-
cerned person In the room. Her eyes
are large and limpid, and as I 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
Bougureau paint so magnihcently.
There is a pink shade which comes
through the transparent white SKIN, and
the flesh Is as smooth as a rose leaf.