The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-04-05
RosELIA RossEIL,s LIFE.

Paris Letter 10 San Francisco Argoraut.i
 The flower market in the Place Cadet is one of the sights of Paris. Americans who strolled along its sidewalks in the spring of rSs9 often stopped to admire the big punches of red roses, gardenias and lilacs sold by an old woman in worn-out gown and battered bonnet, whose big-eyed, black-haired little daughter made up bsnches of Parma violets for the gentlemen's buttonholes. In the month of May of that year very shabby little girl made her appearance at the conseryatoire. The older girls laughed at her faded frock and her red knucklcs and chaf:ed her on acccgnt of the old woman who sold flewe- ia (, Place Cadet, but the little one -s'girc1 them as good as they gave. - sells flowers in the Place Cadet 9elaI she would rather do that thsa sell ncr daughter, :" was all she saic and the other young ladies were silerced.
 In few years all vas changed. The old fower-peddler had given up her daily drudgery and q tali, beautiful lass, with eoal-blaok eyes ard magnificent raven tresses, had taken the first prize for tragedy at the Conseryatoire. The second prize had fallen 10 long, slim slip of blonde. The name o! he first girl was Rosela Rosseil tha, of the second was Sarah liernhaidt
 The story of this dark-hired girls life is real parisian romance of the nine- teenth century. The interpreter of Ra- cine and Corneille, the inimi;able An dromache, passed from tragedy to melo- drama, from The Cid" to Article 47,n and thence. "tacilis es, descensus Avernni,' to the little theatres along the Boulevard. Her health finally compelled her 10 abandon the stage She saw her self condemned to dleness, the heavies, of all burdens to an actress. She kept a daily record of her triumphs, disappoint- ments and sufterlngs. Once she bee lme so weary of life as to contemplate suicide as means of escaping from the ennui that consumed her. Before lighting the fatal pan of charcoal she rememered the eloquent preacher, Father Didon. and. thinking religion might possibly provide healing balm for wounded spirit, wrote to him asking him to come to see her. lie did so, and saved Mile Rosseil's life.
 Years afterwards, wishing to create the part of Christian martyr flung to wild beasts in Roman amphi,heatre, and to realIze what the martyrs feelings really were, she entered the lions cage at the circus in the company of Bidei, their tanner. She made the following entry in her diary March 7, 1879.
 have been unJustly accused of en- tering the lions cage for the luxury of " an emetion.o l wished to <" create the part of Christian martyr and to find ou, whether l was brave enough to stand up before the king of beasts when he fixed his eyes on mine. Bidel gave me his arm and we walked around the cage twice was only agitated when we turned our backs to the lions. Face to face they made no impression on me whatever When our promenade was over l tried my voice and acclaimed the "Melpo- mene," of Barbier" When raised my voice the lions roared and showed their teeth. 1 was not at all afraid and continued my recitation to the end. My reason for not carrying out my original design of playing the martyr before tte pubic in real lions cage was because my friend Zidler advised me no, to. " You don't feed the brutes,' said he. Suppose one day some evilly-disposed person were to give them something to excite them and they sPrans upon you. Where would you be ?'
 " Elza was playing at the Vaudeville theatre the Io;h of last month. The ac- tress and the play were enthusiastically aPpiauded. She was supported by Mile. Hadamard. Montigny and Mounet Fully. The amount realized will never be know. as Mile. Rosseil disposed of the boxes among her personal friends. and large sums were in some instances paid for them. But it will be sufficient to keep the wolf from the door for many a long day to come.