Delaware gazette and state journal., 1896-01-23

judgment of Others.
Special Correspdenonce OF Gazette and journal
New York, Jan. 1.-THE very.
minute l saw the picture | said to my
self, in that confidential way in which
one does talk to one's self, II must
see that woman !" And by this didn't
mean simply seeing her on the stage, or
seeing her after the fashion of reporters,
but as one woman sees another. The
picture? Well, she was standing in
front of mirror with her face turned
partly toward you, and drawing the
laces of her stays. And she had done
1t 30 correctly that my admiration was
hers and my curiosity to see her, per-
sonally, was quite as great as Lombroso
says curiosity is developed in woman
with fair hair and dark eyes. (By-
the-by, though, he says this isn't a
mean curiosity; il is an intellectual
one. In tho picture her stays were
drawn in properly at the waist line
and spread out broadly and beautifully
about the bust and the hips. Said /:
"Thewoman who draws her laces in that
fashion has brains;'' the average
woman pulls her laces up and down
Just as closely az she can, SO that
neither bust nor hips have an oppor-
tunity to develop, she can't laugh with
enjoyment, and her poor arms have no
opportunity to express themselves.
And Yvette Guilbert certainly manages
to express very much with those long,
slender arms and wonderful hands of
hers.
THE FRENCH ARTISTS IDEAL.
Dumas, the master of tho heart of
woman, and the art of the stage, said
there were only two things worth con-
sidering in nlay or II book, woman
and love. Believe me, Yvette Guilbert
is worth studying. 1t makes no diff
ference whether she speaks or not, and
yet it does. For centuries poets have
said there was fascination in the
silence of the Sphinx. Take my word
for it, there is more fascination in the
speech of woman, especially when you
realize that her speech conceas her
thoughts. Here is woman, not
beautiful, as we reckon beauty, aud
yet the greatest artists in France have
Thought it worth while to paint her,
while that artist who draws the designs,
the finest ones, for the Sevres vases
took Yvette Guilbert as a model, and
gave thanks for the permission to pic
ture her. She belittles ordinary beauty.
The Fink and white, the blue eyes, the
email mouth, the dimped figure with
its lS-inch waist becomes as nothing
beside this woman, whose figure is
natural, whose eyes are what color
are they? | only know this about them
since they first looked on the world,
humanity has been their book, and
they have read it well. Her hair is
red, perfect red with not dash of
crimson in it, her skin is white, her
;p Eap ii. -,
\ and in 10 minutes speech with her,
' that mouth assumes hundreds of curves
that each mean something.
Sarah Bernhardt becomes nothing of
riddle before Yvette Guilbert. She
says now kind the world has been to
her. ! look ut her, and she is Cav
roche. The poor little street boy, we'll
acquainted with the slang of the day,
clever, sympathetic, keen and yet will
ing. because somebody else is cold, TO
wrap his coat about it. Somebody,
some reporter, wrote story which
was said to tell of the
LOVE OF YvErTE GUHBERT's LIFE.
Bah! Women with eyes like hers
don't tell of their loves; they suffer
them: they love in them, and some
times they die of them. Somebody
else, meaning to be polite and remem-
bering her fondness for the white gown
and black gloves compared her to a
bird. Never. Unless she was dove
who sat on one of the trees in Paradise
and cooed and wondered, as she heard
the serpent tempting Eve. She looks
as If she might carry out the theory
of transmigration- il she had known
the history of every woman's heart
since the world began. And men SEQ
hnn and pnll hnr nbia t,hi,,t aha, ss,
and call Fer peculiar, which she is,
but it takes always woman to dis
cover what she really is-the Sphinx
of the Nineteenth Century.
' say to her what costume do you
like?''
There is light in the eyes, those
wonderful eyes, that suggests feminin-
ity and its love for chitfons. And she
says, II like very quiet dress. |
like black dress, and one in which
while look we'll am not noticeable. :"
There is toss of the head, shrug
of the shoulders, movement of those
beautiful hands, and l realize that it
is not Gavroche, the gamin, up to all
the argot and all the tricks of the
street, to whom am talking, but the
grand dame.
''But for the EVENING"" The hands
passed all the lilies in the world, and
she answers white before everything
else. White In beautiful clinglng
stuifs, and no jewels. " Then remem-
her what Balzac says about coloys.
Black apparently subdues, but ii has an
ineXpresslble fascination, while white,
although it looks virgin like, is power
full in its intensity to draw out. ~
WITH A woMAN's CURIOSITY
ask another question, "What do you
consider beautiful woman"
She looked at me, and then che seem
ed to look far off in the distance before
she answered, "What is beauty in one
climate is not beauty in another.
do not admire the English women !;
they are too regular and too lacking in
expression. Your American women
come nearer the French women than
any other people, but then you are a
new race, and from you should come
the most beautiful women in the world.
And time and time only will prove
whether you have them, although
have seen many beautiful American
women, and | must say for them that
they dress elegantly and have that in
detinable something which we call
chic. But a beautiful woman to me
and to my people, is woman of ex-
preston; a woman whose eyes not only
tell their story, but whose body in its
litheness is most artistic. No fat
fat is not beautiful. No dimples-
dimples are insipid; but expression,
that is what makes woman charming
and that is what makes her fascinating