The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-12-19

body once asked her where she learned
10 dance. Before the lunch counter,
she replied. Goulue, as the unhappy
gallants whom she has shared can tes-
tify, likes two suppers better than ore,
aud three better than two. She eats
everything hap-hazard, knowing moth
ing about 1t, except whether there be
enough or not. From breakfast she
dreams of dinner, until it j eaten, when
she Immediately dreams OF supper. l
do not know whether she will compete
for the prize referred to, but il she does
it will be a phenomenon VINO takes il
from her.
AT THE GRAVEYARD.
People of all nations take a strange
delight in walking through graveyards.
Not that there is anything peculiar in
the visits Of men to the tombs of de-
parted friends, but the strangeness
comes IN the charm that, like load
stone, draws so many to the GENE
terry for an hour or half a
day OF leisure. Paris cemeteries
are very much like gardens; tn
gravestOnes are almost entirely con-
cealed BY blooming shrubs aLd luxuri
ant foliage. Every pleasant day thew !
are thronged with people, widows and /
orphans, aud others in more or less /
affection, but with them bands of curl |
Gus men, and TO make the picture com |
plete, of curious women who are engag- |
ing in looking for a m after the /
fashion of DiOg-nes of old, making a /
business thOrOughfaTe of the somber
paths where the foot falls lightly on a
carpet of dead leaves. At the intersec
tons of the walks the police pace back
and forth, solemn and sad. like philoso-
piers whom nothing can surprise; they
wear uniforms Of a gay shade, light
blue, as il made Of fragment of the
sky, where they say the dead live. A
hundred characteristic scenes might be
depicted from the observation of a
single visit 10 4 popular cemetery.
Every scene would be piquant ana
Frenchy. Here are some picked from
he hundred that were enacted on the
day of my trip there. A handsome
young woman, SLOWLY clad in a striped
suit OF the newest style. leaned on the
arm OF man twice or thrice her age.
he carried whip, after the manner
which some OF my readers may recall
rs characteristic OF the New Eng |
and farmer who has driven TO tn
village; but in this instance the whipe
bearer was a gay old Partisan beau,
who had brought an equally gay young
actress TO the grave yard. She passed |
upon the head stones, found /
many OF the names very funny and
some OF the inscriptions comical. Her
augh, while not loud, was gay and free. !
suddenly her demeanor changed. She Z
became melancholy, and, dropping the
arm, hastened her Steps
in1 ran across lots and fell upon her
knees before a grave. When she rose 7
ler eyes were full of tears, and she !
OOked with an expression OF alarm at .
he gentleman who stood astOnished at
her side 1t Is mamma" she ex- :
poor mamma: what a pity J
hat / have lost heri" And then, as il !
The remembered that the man with her ,,
vas not the same who accompanied ;;
ler on her last annual pilgrimage TO her
mothers grave, she started violently,
purned her companion with dramatic
gesture, and sped away towards tue
leaving the aStounded man
behind TO follow and wonder what il all
meant. He overlook her soon, and she
made him buy twenty-five louis worth
VI flowers and wreaths, TO be placed on
he maternal grave, before she would
consent to accept mis- arm for the re-
urn. The costly floral Offering had
her conscience, presumably. .
LESSONS N PIETY.
1 met Mile. Cardinal. the danseuse at
he opera. After a profuse offer Of the
of the day, she said: Il
m looking for papa Mama Cardinal,
ou know, died a year ago to day. and .
apa wanted to come this morning to
ee her grave" Then. addressing a
room who was loaded down with hot :
.Ouse blossoms: Go ahead. John, and
ell paDa that / am here" We chatted
4 the stage as We walked along. She |
old m OF her successful sharing of
ich broker, q good fellow. who gave
Ter everything she wanted. He liked
Iapa Cardinal, too. and evenings they
hree played whist with the fourth hand !
dummy All! If mama Cardinal
ould only be present: she was such a
ever WI t p aver" This is told
ery rapidly and gaily, but pres
ntly her voice sinks. / see bundle be-
ore me on lonely grave. IL is papa
cardinal. He has been there since
arly morning, seated in an arm chair,
us feet on a portable stove, his body
in q great cloak, his hands
hidden in big fur mIttens; his head s
ways as If he were uttering a prayer;
he groom unlOads mis- freight of flowers, 7
md nearly covers papa Cardinal up
With them, but he does not bulge. He 7
epeatS over and over some stock
jhrases TO express his grief at the death ,
II his wife. All, well his grief may
rave an element OF sincerity, albeit it 7
5 rather eccentric and DESTINATIONS. so
Sc viii leave him. But We can not &C
ord sincerity TO the danseuse when, on 7
requent pleasant days she takes her
pretty little daughter to the cemetery.
'Oses the child aud herself where there
re plenty of spectators, opens a book
nd gives to the little one lessons in
'iety. -. IA In
4 TOUCHING INCIDENT.
As came away the crowd was in
reasing. At the gate was busting
iorde of flower vendors, makers of
uneral wreaths, bowling cabmen, men
rho were trying to sell plans of the
emetery. with biographical sketches of
he nrOmlupwr UaOufe hurled