St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-06-09
FAREWELL TO MFRS. MORTON.
Swell People i'm Paris Who Patron
iZe the Rich Banker.


iZe the Rich Banker.
Paris Letter to London Truth.
All that's bright must fade. Though
loving home dearly (by which she means
the U. S. A. J, Mrs. Levi P. Morton is in
sore distress at having to leave Paris. She
has been spoiled pet Gf petting can spoil
one so amiable as well as so fair) of bril-
liant society here When the time
came for her to attend and give number
of farewell dinners she was painfully sur
prised to find what a quantity of roots she
had struck out in French soil. At the
dinner MI. Morton and she gave on Satur-
day she expressed the contending feelings
of gladness to return to America and
sorrow at the rift that is about to
take place in her habits. Endless is
the variety of pleasure which Paris affords
to beauty with powerful bank like that
of Merton, Rose Il Co. behind it. She told
me that some weeks ago copies OF Truth
poured into the legation as fast as bonbons
had done on New Years day. Friends sent
them from nearly everywhere, because
there was notice of her portrait by Bon
nat, which must have tickled all the send
ers. AS it was spiced with some compll-
mentS / am surprised that so much en-
pressement was shown to call the attention
of Mrs. M. to it. Our dear, good-natured
friends are more swift usually to let us
know the evil said of us behind
our backs than the good. Mrs. Morton on
Saturday evening was in black stamped
velvet with rich and long jet berthe, fas-
tened in front of the right shoulder by a
diamond ornament. She had more dia-
monds in her hair and three rows of large
and perfectly matching pearls around her
neck. Among the guests were the Hohen-
lohes, the De Freycinets, the Won Haus-
bergs, the Lignauds, the Herbettes, etc.
Princess HOhenlohe was out OF mourning
and in delicate pink. [ did not
notice how Nine. de Freycinet was
dressed. Her daughter, who has become
very fine girl. was in fresh tulle Of the GU
cumberwater shade of green. Four years
ago, at the ministry OF public works, Mile.
de f. was in the early rosebud stages. L
then described the impression made on me
by her frank and natural manners. The
other evening she said that she feels now
more timid when she goes into company
than she did then. This may be explained
by studious and pensive habits. There is
nothing so conducive to shyness as mental
tension or habitual thoughtfulness.
The foreign minister's only daughter
is now very like what the Princess Christian
was when, as Princess Helena, she held
drawing-room at Buckingham palace for
the queen; but she has a muce more slender
waist and more vivacity of expression. Her
social tact is delicate. Not grain OF ped
antry is discoverable in her chit-chat some
of which, at the American legation, was
about the colors which suited different
compilations. Nine. Pierre Legrand,
wife of the minister of commerce
and agriculture, and a handsome pale
brunette of opulent figure, was in
warm crimson brocade, lavishly
trimmed with yellowish old lace which,
perhaps, some Flemish ancestor wore cen
turtles ago. Pierre Legrand belongs to q
family who have been the ''bosses" Of
Lille for generations. He is good fellow,
has the happy gift of mirthfulness, and
laughed good deal when reminded of
some funny incidents with which he was
connected) of Marshal MacMahon's visit to
the capital of French Flanders in
1877. The tiny ambassadress of the island
of the farthest East was just as if
she came out of a bandboX. The title
equivalent to her native one-Of marquise is
given to her in Paris. When she conyerses
her eyes take an expression of keen per-
ception and japanese holiness. ''The mar
qulS," her husband, has the tone
of an easy, amiable man of the
world, and is perfectly at home in several
European tongues and French habili-
ments. His spectacles hide the shrewd
look of his eyes and impart to him a benev-
client air. He is very sharp diplomatist,
but sharpness does not, when
it is not entirely at the service Of
Number One, exclude good nature. Gen.
Menebrea's pale. aquiline and accentuated
and, indeed, hatchet-face, is thoroughly
Piedmontese and little Italian. The
Marquise Val Dora, his wife, continues
to preserve distingue type OF
beauty, which is seen equally to adj
vantage in simple morning dress or i'll
gala toilet. 1 should not let my pen run on
as I have been doing had not Mr.. Morton
got to the end of his official tether. OF
course, if he were remaining in Paris he
would not like his serenely high and other
distinguished guests to be held up to view,