Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1882-09-11
The Most Beautiful Woman in Paris.
From the San Francisco Chronicle.]

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PARIS, July 3O.-There is lady in
this city of wonders, an American,
who is undoubtedly one Of the loveliest
creatures that ever were. She is called
Nine. Gautherot, and her husband, a
Frenchman, is rich importer, 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 somewhere along the Pacific
coast. l 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,
accidental star which has come to us a
perfect specimen of the kind of women
that thrive apace in the .glorious
climate of Californy." l have seen
her several times, but the best chance
| had to admire her was few weeks
back in the magnificent salons of Mrs.
Morton, the wife of the American
Minister. A young lady from Chi
cago was leaning on my arm, and we
were slowly traversing the rooms,
when we came upon Nine. Gautherot,
who was standing talking with M.
Clemenceau, the famous Radical
Deputy, whose wife is an American.
| know by 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
whisperingly asked if | knew who the
lady was.
ooh, yes" l replied, ''that is Nine.
Gautherot. She is said to be the most
beautiful woman in Paris"
swell, they might say in the world.
Of all the beauties l have ever seen,
she is, in face, form, hair, and COM
plexion, the most beautiful"
should guess Nine. Gautherot to
be about 26 or ~ years of age. Her
head is strictly classical, and she wears
her fair, wavy tresses in Grecian ban
deaux. 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 person that ever
came out of the hands Of Paris cou-
turiere, and it seems to me my com
panion would never be done feasting
upon her splendid beauty. She was
dressed that night-the details were
told me by Miss Chicago, and l wrote
item down-in corn colored silk, part
Of which was covered with network
of yellow beads and small
white bugles. She also wore a
necklace of diamonds, brooch, and
bracelets, with Greek bandalettes in
her hair, which is Of a perfect gold
color. Her dress fitted her form
like gloves should fit ones hands,
and her skirts hung about her limbs
in the most classical fashion. She wore
diamond buckles OH her slippers. Her
pale blue and yellow silk stockings
were just discernible. A murmur Of
admiration greeted her wherever she
went. The crowd opened to let this
beauty pass, and she strolled around,
the most unconcerned person in the
room. Her eyes are large and limp
id, and as l looked into them l could
not discover the slightest semblance of
coquetry. The texture Of her ears,
her neck and her shoulders are pre-
cisely that kind which the great Lee
fevre and the equally great Bougu-
reau paint SO magni6cently. There is
a pink shade which comes through the
transparent white skin, and the flesh
is as smooth as a rose leaf.