The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-07-09

ncrt amonrthc o1uirares 81 magnificent
. sttlc which stood. in three lines, blocking
. the passage OF the street TO was the
. rnupe OF her late n0ther-in-law and had
I seen fifteen years % service. She entered
] % 20 drive 20 q fashionable carriage max
/ er. and. that same evening, she seized an
I opportunc moment 20 remark TO her hus-
/ band that she had seen q beautiful little
/ black coupe, lined with rich dark blue
/ satin.
Tho coupe was bought the following day
/ by NJ Derllne himself, who also began TO
| feel the weight Of his new duties. But IL
! Immediately became evident that IL
would be impossible TO place before this
| dainty turnout the old horse that had
/ driven the old coupe, or the old coach
man that had driven the old horse.
That is why, on the 25th of April, at
| 1890 in the evening, a beautiful chest
nut mare, driven By a correct English
coachman, conducted M and Nine Der
line to the house of the Palmers. They
lacked but one thing-a little lackey at
the side of the English coachman. But a
little discretion must be exercised. The
most beautiful woman IN Paris proposed
to wait ten days before asking for the
lackey.
As She entered the large rooms she felt
from the first moment delicious sensa-
ton of success. The long walk across the
room was a veritable triumphal march.
She advanced with a firm, precise step,
with the head high. She seemed TO see
nothing, to hear nothing. But how well
she saw; and how she felt upon her shout
ders the fire of those glances. Never had
she heard such a murmur, such swell OF
admiration; never had music sounded so
sweetly in her ears.
Yes, decidedly all went well. She was
in the humOr to conquer all Paris. Then
Palmer stood before her. II have sought
you to present you to the Prince de Nerins,
who, the other evening at the opera,
spoke only of your beauty"
She grew scarlet as a cherry. Farmer
laughed and said;
"Ah, YOU have read it. But where is he,
the. prince! He promised to come at an
early hour"
At that moment the prince sat in his
box listening to an operetta cast in
classical mold. The principal part was
taken by young queen, always attended
by four maids of honor. Three of the
maids were well known in the theatrical
world. But the fOurth-Oh, the fourth!
she was new, a grand magnificent bru-
nette of wonderful and striking beauty.
The prince made himself conspicuous by
the intensity of his frenzy. He sat still,
ravished, having completely forgotten
his engagement at the end of the first act.
He saw only this marvellous brunette,
heard only the couplet that she rendered
so atrociOusly in the middle of the second
act. Then he was heard to say, to whom
sOever would hearken: THAT brunette
that brunette! there is no one that can
compare with her she is the most beauti-
full woman in Paris!"
The next morning MN. Derline found
in the mornings paper ten lines on the
ball at Palmer's. There appeared the
names of marquises, countesses and
duchesses who had been there, but of
her, Nine. Derline there was not one
word.
And, beneath, she read: "The Prince
dc Nerins declares that Mile Miranda is
indisputably the most beautiful woman
in Paris"
She threw the paper into the fire. She
did not care to have her husband know
that she was no longer the most beautiful
And, although she was careful to retain
the great dressmaker and the English
coachman, she never dared to ask for the
little lacAey.