Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-18

Jerome. You will believe me when tell
you that without exception Rinauld is the
most beautiful woman in France. You
have heard that before, but you never heard
il from one who has made a study of the
| beautiful all his life, TO the complete en-
barrassment of his purse. This confounded
singer, Jerome, is twice as perfect as any
thing in the Louvre, or the Luxembourg, OF
| the -
''Oh, hold up, jack" laughs the young
man called Jerome. ''You lose your head
much too easily over the line of beauty, as
you call il"
"Not bit Of it." rejoined the other.
"Why, bless my soul, look at what the
woman's done with her beauty. She con-
quered Paris in a month. No one had ever
heard her name until she went into the
Eden. Within two days of her first ap-
pearance the fellows in the clubs were ask
ing: "Have you seen Rinauld ?" If you
asked who the devil Rinauld was you were
directed to go to the Eden at any cost.
Throw up every engagement and go to the
Edenl Well, in a week the newspapers
were full of Rinauld. The craze grew with
every new day. Songs and poems were
dedicated to her, her photographs were in
every window, a racing mare was named
after her. In word, Clarice Rinauld was
the most successful woman in Paris, and all
at jump. Well, her beauty did it. She
wasn't a remarkable performer. She was
divine to look upon, and that suficed."
The younger man had listened to the mar
rative of his friend with a quiet expression
of interest in his eyes. He was one of those
persons vino gaze gently and directly at a
speaker, making him talk by an involun-
tary encouragement. In companions you
often find one vivacious, talkative, forget
ting himself and his surroundings, his past
and his future, in the story he is telling.
The other will be calmer, more thoughtful,
and will exhibit his appreciation OF things
and people only by a soft kindling of the
eyes. These eyes are usually beautiful, and
the person himself is often particularly at
tractlve Jerome Deming was OF the latter
type, and his friend, John West, was OF the
former. For years they had found enter
tainment in one another's company. Their
characters were not similar, but they were
both liberal-minded, progressive and artistic
gentlemen, and so they got along excellently
well together.
'You surprise me, jack" said Deming,
after thinking over for moment the narra-
tive of Clarice Rinauld. ''It seems to me
that you ought to be the journalist of the
group, for you invariably know everything
about everybody, while I, who depend on
the papers for my bread and bed, never
read them, and consequently am as badly in
formed as a mummy. Why, I'm positively
this startling history of Miss Rinauld. I
really had an idea she had been playing
small parts at the Odeon, and suddenly
made hit which gave her her present pres
tige. Well, so 1 shall have to criticise as
an emotional actress a woman who
was singing comic songs two years ago. 1t
doesn't seem natural, but then Paris is
rapid, and its women leapers. She may
prove great, after all.
"She'n not prove anything of the kind"
broke in West. "I think it's more than
likely that she will win her audiences and
the critics by her marvellous beauty, but as
for her doing Camille and Frou Frou and
Phedre, why she hasn't the temperament or
the training. But I'll tell you what it is"
he went on, regarding Deming with aggra-
waiting playfulness, "you will be her slave
from the start, and think for once in your
career you'll be uttesly dishonest in your
criticism"
'You forget" said Deming, with some
display of seriousness, "that am not only |
bound to tell the truth in the interests of |
art, despite my personal emotions, but that |
I am at this moment entirely in love. and |
shall soon be married-and that most will |
ingly."
"She's q nice little girl, Jerome, that |
Madge Maynard" said West, so ftening his |
voice. "a pretty, gentle and refined girl,
and while never believed in getting mar
ried when one could be comfortable without
it, I think you're going to be happier for it.
did forget. The French woman will un-
doubtedly startle you, but you'd be cad if
you let her overshadow the real value of
that little lady who loves you twice as much
as you deserve"
West had suddenly become serious, and |
he was looking squarely into the eyes of
Deming, while the latter gazed back at him