Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-06-22

work in every city of our great and glori-
GUS land. The avenue is broad and fair,
and fresh and green and gay.
There is boarding house much resorted
say half way down the avenue and to the
left. The houses are all high and regular
Of creamy white stone, long since turned
grayish blue or yellow according to the
light efects) In the damp, smoky atmos-
phere of Paris. Each house, six stories
high, has its eternal garniture of fanciful
Iron balconies, like gray skirt with half
q dozen darkish founces. Each house Is
large enough to be hotel by itself, with
one great central doorway, through which
carriages may drive to the large central
court, there to be washed and housed and
have their horses stabbed. So fieas abound
on every floor.
Entering this common doorway for a dozen
families splendid winding marble staircase
strikes the view. At the same instant one
makes the acquaintance Of the concierge,
her husband also, and of the fresh and
rosy servant maid, who answers to the
name Of Marie, though her name Is really
Anna, for she is blonde Alsatian, with
big blue eyes.
1t is the business of the concierge the
5anitor) to say If you are in or out. Be-
cause 1t Is a boarding house, and quite a
large one It Is seldom that she answers &C
curately. She comes out with cup of cof-
fee in her hands, which she is always
drinking. and yet never finishes, and gives
your visitors her wrong impressions with
stout dame. who once had waist; but her
time of coquetry Is passed. She also guards
the elevator There is no elevator boy.
Two persons only at time can squeeze
themselves into the little car, which moves
with frightful slowness. And everybody is
forbidden to ride down, because it wastes
the power.
The elevator is for the use of masters"
only; that is, paying boarders and their
friends. All servants. laundresses, shop
runners and the like must take the stairs
The runners from the shops come in as
founding numbers. with their boxes, bundles
packages. From the big stores and all the
choicer smaller shops of the Rue de la
Paix and the Avenue of the Opera the
VI formed delivery men come daily to this
tourist camping ground, and this in spite
of the assertions you hear nightly in the
dining room that everything is fresher
cheaper, better in New York.
The chatter of the dining room Is that of
buying, buying, buying. All the morning
long the Railways of six flights of stairs
are cluttered up with handsome ladies in
gay morning wraps who strain and tug at
trunks. The trunks are in the Railways for
the reason that there are too many trunks
already in the bed rooms. Another man
with big box for Mrs Charles G. Buy
italli THE cambria chemises of madame"
Marie, tell that man to taisez vous. for
goodness sakep' Jane. I'm almost sorry
that i bought those gloves for John, they
take up so much spacer
There is one hallway which is never liter
ed up with trunks, that of the second floor.
Here all the public life goes on, between
the salons and the dining room. Here gen.
tlemen may stand around and smoke a half
hour after each meal A colored gentleman
from Algiers stands and smokes among the
Whites At table he sits between two
French girls, who enjoy his conversation
and his dusky tint with equal satisfaction.
There is no color line in Paris. For the life
Of me / cannot understand why all the
wealthy colored people of America do not
come over to enjoy the liberty, equality
and fraternity.
OF course, the American boarders will not
sit next to this darkey, who is clean, well
educated, witty and well dressed. But all
the others treat him with the more consid-
Grafton on account of this. Poor fellow,