The Portland daily press., 1895-04-24
SUNDAY AT MONTE CARLO.
Woman Sees the Place for the first T;,,,.
on That Day.

Monte Carlo. March L." Faites vos ierx
messieurs. Rien va plus!" is the Constant
refrain of the croupier and the trail Of the
serpent is over it all. although Monte Carlo
is set as n heaven upon earth in its white
ness and beauty and cleanliness and we'll
ordered quiet. veritable Eden, dream
city, a place of the unreal. ii seems. as You
walks its flower set streets or see its starry
ewes some night across the waters of the
Mediterranean The beautiful villas and
tropic gardens that meet your eye at every
turn as you trundle amiably along the Re-
viera in the toy trains OF tie Continent
reach a point of perfected beauty at Monte
Carlo. The place is strewn with private
villas in tropic setting flower wreathed. The
palace-like hotels are legion, and marbled
terraces overriding and reach all the way
down to the sapphire waters OF the Mediter-
ranean. The street are so clean the walks
on either side are not needed, and on every
hand is the beauty and light of leaf and
blossom.
The season is here. so fashionable life is
well on its way TO Monte Carlo and the flesh
pots are in evidence. Such frocks, such
jewels. such confections of the milliner's
art as make the ordinary gown of travel
seem fitting harvest only for the bag of the
rag picker! Once you obtain card of ad-
mission to the Casino in exchange for Your
own visiting card, enter the lofty rooms and
draw near 10 the humanity wreath, coin
covered table. with its whirring ball and
monotonous intoning of the cronpier. you
are sure to be caught in the tolls of gaming
Your own face presently takes on the tense
look OF those about you and the gain of the
novice is quickly followed ~ a loss of twice
the amount, and you suddenly awake TO
find yourself sandwiched between horse
jockey probably and some cunning looking
foreigner or polished man of the world, they
as unconscious of you as yoL have been of
them.
Conscious only of the five or eight or six
teen or thiIty two times return of their
fve-tranc silver or golden twenty-franc
piece. AT the rouge noir table, where
nothing but the golden coin speaks the
reignina queen of the hour is La Otero. the
famous Spanish dancer. who at present is
the most talked of woman at Monte Carlo,
since II is reputed that she takes from 5000
to $4,000 francs from the ia BILE nightly To-
night she is in a black satin skirt and white
satin waist, with golden trappings and ii
colarette of sapphres and diamonds worth
ing's ransom. Last night she was in lizard
green orepon and glitiering blue
spangles, and the L light before her costume
was white hroadcloth, with white satin
waistcoat. gold belted and jewel butt
Her picture bat tonight is wide black and
much beplumed. her midnight heir softly
frames her hig b-bred, ivory-tinted piquant
facet, as, languorous-eyed, calm proved, i'm
perturable, she sits. mistress of the situa-
ton. gathering into her iewelled purse
glfstening mass of gold coins at each turn
of the wheel. Black and red are upon
equally friendly terms with her.
SIR ARTHUR SULLIVAN QUIETLY
LOOKS ON.
AT the next table this perfectly -groomed,
quiet-mannered, heavy featured, monocled
man talking French nothings to a red
gowned daring brunette is Sir Arthur Sulli-
van. ne does not play, but looks on, in |
search of new motif. maybe. A tall pref
ty girl in black and pale blue, with an un-
mistakable accent, attended by a perfect.
and devoted specimen of the bold English
man, is Lady Wolverton. whose brllian
marriage has just been the talk of London
She plays excitedly, but timdly, and-losses,
Of course. Another young woman, refined
of feature and we'll bred of manner, super
bly, gowned in cerise velvet and jet, Is GER
tain Nellie, who has so lately brought the
name of a well-known millionaire into the
mouth of the public. Tonight a new star
has burst npon the already glittering atmos-
dhere. La Fougy. fresh from Paris, in a
gown of ivory satin. the bodice hung with
strings of diaomnds. her red, gold hair
crowned with hat Of spangled tulle. She
leaves the field early in superb cloak of
ivory plush and ermine. The Otero follows,
j n blue velvet cloak, embroidered in jew
elled butterflies, it's So BILE collar caught by
rosettes Of old lace and violets. The lesser
lights string in her wake. for II o'clock has
struck. and the game is over.
This is Sunday. Or what stands for Sun
day, in other parts Of the world. Such a |
day does not belong to this daring princi- |
pality. Some bells rang somewhere early
tLis morning, but the shopkeepers unlocked
their doors and displayed their most desir- |
able wares in the same manner as upon any
other day. The day began at II o'clock, with
the opening of tIe game, for no one is ever
SO questionable as to be seen before that
hour, the same as upon every other day, and |
the matinees and Palace des Beaux Arts
poured their crowds into the casino for an
evening promenade concert. and that, il.
turn, enptied its crowd into the gaming
rooms. which, at the virtuous hour of II
o'clock, disgorge themselves of tho RESPONSE |
bility of making or marring the fortunes of
men. of giving them the hope to take ND |
life, or the courage to face DEATH.
WIT AND WISDOM.