The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-01-24

| We live in the quarter n1OntH1dTtTe
on one Of the highest hills in Paris.
Our neighbors are working people.
and the place is full of funny little
shops where one buys fried potatoes
i'm paper bag, and a quarter of a
pound Of butter which the crenaerie
woman cuts with string. Our
concier &c, u cross little woman with
an enormous cap, who lives in sort
of box i'll the ball, shuts the big front
door every night at nine O'Clock. 1t
gives me queer sensation to come
home from the theatre at midnight
and, ringing the bell, have it open
solemnIy and mysterlously into the
darkness. 1 always say "Open
sesame" for the pleasure of hearing
my commands obeyed SO directly.
This miracle is effected by means of
a rope which hangs by the concierge'S
bed.
We chose the house because it is
near Mr.. Krug's AteEier, where most
of the American women here pursue
the study of Art; also on account of
the fine studio light, and lastly be-
cause it is cheap.
We see little or nothing of our
neighbOrs; occasionally, to be sure,
the strains of distant flute come to
T our ears, or perhaps few twangs of a
guitar; but even these are few and far
between. Once young and pretty
/ actress, who lives on the second floor,
; sent US some 6iILets de fdveug: fer a.
} Theatre RistoEie1zy bed of soft 1o,,I,
nself riny stream of water t =, ,,,o no,
80 center -As l-'eT que where we ha'
le the pleasure of hearing French sen
le satiOnal play, which seemed to con
sist mainly of gun powder, fireworks
N real live horses and ''Vive
he Fr-r-r-ance!
al There are three of us-Marian, Mrs
o. Wycherly and I-all American al
is students; and the length of our sta
er and study in Paris depends upon GU
of economy.
be We are looked after and waited III
I'd on by Madame Clair, who cocks ft
US US, chdperOnes us around Paris, give
it, us her advice on all subjects frOI
ar politics and religion to the frying
&c. oni ons; smuggles our letters to us 1
Vn though each one contained an il
ro- trigue, and all for twenty francs
sr- month, which she considers very GOO
h wages. She may have been han'
some once, but poverty, snuff an
To- time have wrought their change
IN upon her, and now she looks like
% weird old gypsy, and indeed she ca
is be persuaded to tell our fortunes c
gh the cards, which is her great sourC
ey of consolation when things go wron
he During our stay in Paris we haI
be made few friends except the ladies
no the dteEier, serious, hard-workir
ly women, who paint conscientiousl
'se and are as painstaking as thoug
". their work were tatting or embroi
no cry. I wonder why it is that SON
of the cleverest students at the Beau
Arts, Bonnat's. or Carolus Durand
are the men who paint for an hour
two day only, and even then a
~ laughing and singing half the time
Many of the women at Krug's get L
in the morning before it is ligh
make their way through the col
- dismal streets, and then work il
ad dustriOusly and patiently, in almo
g. death-like stiffness till five o'cloc
,1o and yet the world is not ringing vii
their fame.
an Some time ago we went to Flo
"a tdinbLeau on a sketching trip, al
Ct when we came back found our room
re- occupied. On appealing to the co
no cierge we were placed in very go
10 geous apartments on the first foe
m. while waiting for our own.
It was great change from o
m airy studio, fiat on the fifth floor, al
he we were at first delighted with Il
Mo change. I had silk curtains to n
70. bed, many-colored feather mattra
ds instead of blankets, and q la
he spread.
no Of course there was a clock with
bronze figure, and white lace al
&C. blue ribbon dressing-table; to
81 sure IIlG CliJCA SOy SbuO u
er. dressing-table was too rickety to be
We the weight of single hair-pin,
ht- que VOuEez-VousS It was all very fl
of and inspiring. The salon was wax
he every morning, a Persian rug t
srs size of table-cloth lay in the midC
IA. of the floor, and there was pi
he glass between the windows; v
d. couldn't see yourself on account
the cross-lights. Marion could cat
vs., a glimpse of her forehead in t
Mt, mirror over the mantel, out wasl
,ne tall enough. We had gilt paper
bt. the walls, and red velvet chairs, a
sts the sofa was simply gorgeous.
are The only young man we knew
ITS, that time was Shaun O'Shaunes'
sed an Irish art student-a handson
the boyish, curly-headed fellow, who VI