The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-22

ing, kicking, shaking, confused in a Anal
tangle, when Iol they are arranged ali o.
gesher IN figure never seen before. A.
lnstant's poise and the dancers are stand-
ing, each upon her own feet. on A..
stage. The dozens of lace skirts az
railing placidly to her knees We CAMS
remember whether or not had fashad
from beneath them black silk leg. Wa
have seen, though, that mademoisells K
dressed for ball rather than for the stage
The dancers smile. They grasp their skirt
with one hand, throw one leg high abovs
their heads and steady il at the ankle. Than
1t Is down again and they throw themselves.
fatlgued, upon the stage, with one lea,
hind. W.
A breathless pose seiZes the audience ana
the girls, then they are up TO drown thu
memory or 1t in q tempest of lightnin0
kicks. They kick until their skirts foam,
swlrling, one would swear to their waists
eddylnR around their knees, and rising, in
the final storm, to snowy billow, whence
| flashes, before it sinks, that 1.-the leg which
until this last reckless, mad movement. Wa
have perhaps imagined and have not seen
There is another little bit of Paris in a
| concert hall, where all the world and his
wife goes. He sits downstairs at the tables
| with the country men, who make this nil.
grimage as Teligiously as that TO the huge.
! cafe near at hand.
The worlds wife sits upstairs in a boz
yelled and shivering with wicked tingles OF
shocked enjoyment.
The worlds wife doesn't always under-
stand the little bit of Paris where She in
| first seen smiling fxedly as the an-shaped
| curtain furls to reveal her. 1 didn't CONS
prehend her art myself; until The very lass
moment she was TO me a well-conceaied
mystery.
The countrYmen and we're very much
puzzled and Disguised and enraged; we had
seen better performances in circuses al
| home. That is what said to lnysef willis
mademoiselle pretended to dance.
She wore flesh colored tights, pink gauzs
skirts and huge fiopping hat. That was a
| stupid way to dress, and it was stupider to
to stand still and sing a song In a French
patois.
At the end OF each verse she whirled once
and bowed. After the last one she ran Off
| the stage. Idiot! But the men clapped and
she ran on again, looking pleased. She
sang, and during interludes did a few
ancient ballet twists. But she kept her feet
on the floor and shuffleed horribly away to
the wings.
The men called her back-the chappies
| and the other men wh) ought to know bet
ter. wanted to 60 home, but Charlie
seized me and said: This is great great
greatr'
sank back and mademoiselle appeared
to dance gayly enough to cause a tinv
tremor, a little wavering of her gauze. She
threw kisses and exchanged confidential
glances with admirers, and ran twice across
the stage lightly, gracefully showing the
lovely rounding curves about her knees
prettier than any poses had ever seen.
20, why didn't she do all that beforep I
asked. The audience was calling her and
she reluctantly obeyed. She asked if
she had not danced enough. Any way, she
| could do no more; she was "vaire tired. ~
''Ihe last, the lastm was the response
Some OF us waited Grossly for her to be-
gone. Then we-the manufacturers
struck dumb. Had a woman on Broad way
done the same thing could not have been
more astonished. She merely kicked twice.
Once with her side to the audience. The
next time she faced US and raised her leg
with perfect ease some inches above her
head. That was final.
o, yes, as l recalled these things and
others at the Charity ball, i.assured myself
that my French friend need not be home
sick.
Indeed, think that, by and by. he may
become quite reconoiled to New York.
CARRIE CARELESS.