Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-03-06

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,rTW5a 8&% rate Of forty cents
g5*sEsf| an hour. Past the
"'sCaVS""''' many columned
Madeleine and down the rue Royale
they 60, through the Place de la
Concorda with its obelisk and the
statues of the eight cities OF France,
one, that Of Strasburg, hung with the
Grape that marks nations mourning,
and on into the Champs ElySees, where
myriads of lights CLEAN like fire flies
through the trees on either side. Little
| patches here and there shine with es-
pecial briliancy and sounds Of song and
music float out from each. These are
the concert gardens. Two on the right
hand are nearest the central avenue and
toward them the stranger looks long
ingly, but his companion dissents.
"They are the Alcazar and the Ambas-
sadeurs," he says, "the restaurant at
the Ambassadors is good, but the poor
| Paulus is the star there and he is very
rocco. Kam-Hill at the Alcazar IS bet
| ter, but his costume Of a 'gommeux fin
| de-tiecle.' his red coat. knee-breeches
and crush hat, his mOnkey-like face and
| the grimaceS with which he sings are
growing wear!som. There on the left
is the Horloge, and there we are going"
A moment later they leave the car
rage and step to the door OF the garden.
| A high wooden Enclosure encircleS the
| roofess resort. A two-Story building
gayly painted in light tintS, IS at one
! end, where the bar, cloakrooms and the
restaurant with wide veranda filled
with the usual little round tables are
situated. At the other end Of the gar
den the top of the stage shows above
the wooden fence. Lights are every
where, double and triple semi-circles of
gas jets and groups Of burners being
placed wherever possible. No admis-
sion is asked, but as Mr.. Potter, OF
Texas, found out, the visitors must call
for a ''bock" or some other drink as
soon as he is seated and for the same
must pay three fracs and half.
As the stranger enters his feeling Is
one OF surprise. All the charm Of light
and beauty that he expected is there,
but not the audience. If he is to see
anything desperately bad 1t must be on
the stage, and not among the people.
The place is crowded, and with gath
ering that would grace most American
theaters. The bold beroughed females
that fill corresponding resorts in other
countries are not seen. Pretty women
in exquisite summer gowns, comfortable
looking matronS with their nus
bands, misunderstanding men in
evening dress and tourists in tweed
make up the audience, which Is
almost commonplace. And so, in a cos
mopolitan sense, is the performance.
But for the fact that the music is good,
the voices well mained, the dancers
more graceful and the iugglers and
other performers more sbillful, there Is
| little difference between this and the
variety performances in America. The
visitor finds more amusement In watch
ing the crowd that by o'clock has
packed the place. They are not afraid
to laugh or chatter gay comments on
| the songs and jokes, all save the
solemn walters in their long white
aprons, who move swiftly but silent
| " here and there with trays heavily
! laden with lemouades, liquors and
glasses Of heavy French beer. In one
of the boxes with lattice-work blinds
sits conspicuously forward big colored
man blazing with diamonds, but other
wise in faultless evening dress. His
presence there CRATES a little on the
preiudices of the observer from the
South, but this is forgotten in mo-
ment, for the orchestra strikes up a
Quaint little air, a stir runs through the
audience, and as tall, slim, yellow
haired girl comes swaying and laughing
down to the iootlights, storm OF APP
| plause breaks out.
1t is Yvette Gullbert-a concert hall
singer, but the pet of Paris for season.
Women scan her from head to heel; the
men with black-pointed boards puff
more nervously at their cigarettes and
push their silk hats back from their
| foreheads, as they lean forward on their
canes. Only the strangers look curious
ly on 10 discover, II possible, the charm
| that has made fortune for the Horloge
In few months. They learn it as the
girl. with her big, innocent eyes and vlr-
! ginal figure, begins to sing, or rather
COO. with red lips pursed up, mon Pet
II Ricolo." Where is the harsh tone and
brazen manner OF the music-hall singer?
II is a schoolgirls voice he hears, sing
ing in a schoolgirls way. Sweet, simple
and caressing the sound falls upon his
ear. and he forgets to puzzle
oyt the meaning of the words until
he saws the people about him twist
themselves" with laughter and shout
their applause. Then, though he lacks
the Frepchman's knowledge OF the Ian
puage and his quick perception OF the
satire, ne begins TO see that in almost
every line Of the deity worded song
there is double meaning that brings
out a singing hit ct some man, woman
or institution of present interest, or,
with sorrow be IL said, merely point
whose indelicacy is only halfexcused by
its wit. And all with these baby eyes
staring at him. aud not change OF the
innocent features TO indicate trace OF
cpiIe in the utterance. Such is Yvette
| Guilbert. Next season she will be just
tee same, but she will be dethroned. A
new celebrity will charm Paris, and
after a wear or two she will probably be
forced into that absolute oblivion, from
Partisan standpoint-an American
| tour.
She is recalled again and again, until
at last she comes to the wings, kisses
both hands to the audience, shakes her
head and with a willful little grimace
disappears for the evening. The per-
Torrance continues, but the club-men
take the stars retirement as signal Of
departure, and the American and his
friend follow their example. They stroll
aloug the gravel paths under the trees.
chatting over the performance. The
American expresses his admiration, but
saws that ii hardly came up to his ex-
nectatiops of the wild gayety he had
heard was formerly seen in the Jardin