Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-04-03
PECULIAR PARIS,
Miss Van Zandt's Taller. Lover-The
Kings Escape.


Kings Escape.
am going to give you now the "Ro-
nance of Poor Young Man." says a
Paris letter to The New Orleans Pic0yURe,
or, in other words, the romance Of the
ninth part of one, for the hero is a tailor,
although | know of no reason why repre-
sentatives of that Industrious class should
not love prime donne if they see tit.
knew the story more than year ogo, but
promised not TO tell, and would not now
If DR.. Magnan had not just read report
on this "poor mailman" before learned
body, to whom beg to say that the fell
low is no more mad than all the rest of
the world. This tailor, a chap with
mechanical genius for inventing flying
birds and balloons, though he never per-
mitted these scientific pleasures TO inter-
fere with the work of his goose, needle
and scissors, found himself one night, in
the absence of his wife from town, close
up to the orchestra in the Opera Comique
Theatre. They We're singing "Lackme,"
and Marie Van Zandt, with her usual
liveliness, threw her bright eyes on this
poor Young man in a way that broke him
all up, for he imagined that he was really
the object at which she hau directed the
battery of her smiles. He didn't sleep d
wink that night, and the next evening
was in the same orchestra stall OF the
Sale FaVant. Night after night he went
t see "Lackme' until he became salts
fed that every time the heroine of the
opera placed her hand on her heart she
was trying to make him understand he
had won it. When he saw ID the papers
that Van Zandt had gone to Hamburg
b,, Z IN nj no a 1
was to give him chance to join her. eut
unfortunately he had not the money to
follow her. She returned and he again
haunted the theatre. Sac went TO Nice;
he managed to scrape tegOther few hum
dred francs and took the next train south
ward. On his arrival be called on the
prima donna, but it was Nine. Var Zaudt
/ who received him. Siammering on some
sort of an excuse, he went away fearing
that his rash step might have cpmprO-
missed one who loved him. On Miss Van
ZdndGs return to Paris he renewed his
attendance at the Opera COmque, and
each evening became more ana more con-
WINGED that he had won her heart. In one
OF the shops on the Boulevard he saw
photograph of the singer, representing
her in the role OF "Mignon" and shedding
tears. He felt certain that it was tor nun
she was weeping. He used to wait at the
stage door to see her arrive and 20 away
after the performance, then he would run
on ahead of her carriage SO as to catch an
other glimpse OF her as she descended
/ from it at her residence in the Avenue
/ Marceau; aiterward he would watch her
| shadow on the windows of her apartment
until the last light was eXtin 9lisLed.
/ When his wife returned to the cityfe told
/ her how the singer was flirting with him
and how madly he loved her. 81 know
That am doing wrong" said he, "but |
can't help it," This sort of a confession
naturally led to domestic scenes of
lively sort between the tailor and his wife;
I the latter managed to keep him home one
/ evening, but on the following night he
was at the Opera COmique, as usual. Be
/ fore the curtain arose the stage manager
announced that, as Mile. Van Idndt was
i'll, there would have to be a change in the
bill. The cause Of her illness was clear
to the amOIOus tailor. 'She didn't see
nue. last night,' said he to himself, "and
the disappointment proved too nluch for
her" The following evening she sang,
and when she saw that he vas in the
house she smiled SO sweetly and so hap
/ PLY that the tailor was entirely done for
AS soon as the performance was at an end
he ran up the Champs Eiysees as fast as
4 his legs could carry him and took his
usual station in the Avenue Marceau.
When the artistic stepped out ct her car
tried to hand her letter. The coach
man cOllared him, handed him over to a
/ policeman and he spent the night in the
station house. To the COmmissare of
/ Police who examined him the next morn
1 ing he told his story, and insisted that
/ but for the encouragement he rec eived
| from the stage he would never have
/ dreamed of aspiring to a place in the
/ heart of the gentle Marie. The pistol
! found in his pocket was, he declared, in
tended for mis- own protection, should he
/ be attacked at night on his way home
| after the conclusion of his vigil under
the diva's window. He told his story in
the most straightforward manner and
/ with such an account of truth and hon
est conviction that the magistrate con-
! cluded that the Saint Anne Lunatic Asy-
/ lum was the best place for him, and there
he is confined, while the American can
/ tatrice goes free where she likes and fiirts
with whom she pleases. The poor devil
wants the doctor to see Van Zandt and
tell her that as he is only a poor work
man, it will be easy enough for her to
/ forget him, but that be will always love
| her in that chaste way described in paul
and Virginie."
Did you ever hear the particulars of
how a certain William Smith escaped
/ from Paris and France during the ReVO-
LUTON of AS? He was, 1t appears, a
great friend Of Theirs, and one day in
February, after hurried visit from the
famous statesman, Smith left his house
accompanied by his wife and family,
pushed his way through a crowd that
fAed the Place de la COncOrde 70 a car
riage waiting for them. They drove TO
St. Cloud, then TO Versailles, and there
he discovered in his haste TO get away
from his house he had left his pocket
book, containing 100000 francs in bank
notes, on his dressing table. His wife
had only few silver coins in her purse,
but he came upon Gen. Dumas, with
whom he was acquainted, and borrowed
LOO francs. Then they drove 20 the
town OF Dreux, where they passed the
night. The next day the Journey was
continued as far as EvreuX, and before
entering the town Smith got into cab
riolet and disguised himself by puttingon
long OvercOat, blue spectaeles, and, in
place Of the wig he usually wore. black
silk skull cap. He only renamed long
enough at EvreuX TO secure an extra
N0rse for tn cabriolet, and then drove TO
nonfeur, near which place be stopped in
the house OF the sOn-ln-law Of the very
man from whom he borrowed the money.
What he wanted TO do was to cross the
English Channel as soon as ever he could.
htIt the Weather Wau had nud NO ,s,ee,f