River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1882-09-21
The Most Beautiful OF Women.
Paris Letter to San Francisco Call.

Paris Letter to san Francisco Call.
There is lady in this city of won.
deIs, an American, who is undoubted-
~ one of, if not the loveliest creatures
that ever was. She comes from none
who seems to know where. She is
called Nine. Gautherot, and her hus-
band, Frenchman, is rich import
er, who came up from Paris to Nantes
to spend his money. Some one says
he is from San Francisco, or Los Ange-
les, or Marysville, or from somewhere
along the Pacific coast. / have heard,
too, that she halls from New York,
from Baltimore, from Lima, from
Panama. The preponderance of evil
dence is in favor of Frisco, and so
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 Californy." ]
have seen her several times, but the
best chance 1 had to admire her was
few weeks ago in the saloon of Mrs.
Morton, wife of the American minister.
A young lady from Chicago was lean
ing on my arm, and we were slowly
traversing the room when we came up.
on Mme Gautherot, who was standing
talking with M. Clemenceau, the fam
Gus Radical deputy, whose wife is an
American / knew from the way my
fair companion acted that she was
deeply moved by the lovely apparition,
whom she had now seen for the FIRST
time, and she whisperingly asked if
knew who the lady was. ooh, yes,"
| replied, "that is Nine. Gautherot.
She is said to be the most beautiful
woman in Paris" "Well, they might
say in the world. Of all the beauties |
have ever seen she is, in face, form,
hair and complexion, the most beau
tiful." 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 transmitted into flesh and blood
and covered by the best man or woman
dressmaker of the capital. We stood
and looked at this, the loveliest woman
that ever came out of the hands of
Paris couturiere, and it seemed to me
my companion would never be done
feasting upon her splendid beauty.
She was dressed that night-the de-
tails were told me by Miss Chicago and
wrote them down-in a corn colored
silk, part Of which was covered with a
network of yellow beads and small
white bugles. She also wore a. neck
lace of diamonds, broocheaded brace
lets, Greek bandalettes in her hair,
which is of perfect golden color.
Her dress fitted her form like gloves
should fit ones hands and her skirts
chung about her limbs in the most
classical fashion. She wore diamond
buckles on her slippers. Her pale blue
and yellow silk stockings were just dis
cernible. Presently she took prone
made and a murmur of admiration
greeted her wherever she went. Tue
crowd opened and let this beauty pass
and she strolled around, the most up.
concerned person in the rooms. Her
eyes are large and limpid, and as |
looked into them I could not discover
the slightest sentiment of coquetry.
The texture of her ears, her neck and
her shoulders is precisely that kind
which the great Lefevre and the equal
ly great Bougureau paint SO magnifi-
Gently and masterley. There is pink
shade which comes through the trans
parent white skin, and the fl esh is as
smooth as rose leaf.