The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1896-05-09

Pierson appeared in the part OF Mime. de
| Terremonde in the "Pripcess George"
curious to say, there was just then living
| in Paris a real Prince George, who had
put at her feet oasket full OF marvel
| lous gems. She hesitated about the dress
| she was going to wear and cover with
| 40, 900 lbs. worth Of diamonds. AT LAST
she chose the toilet in which she was
painted by Carolus Duran, black faille
| covered with Chantilly lace, on the LETT
side with guile of green velvet on
! which was cascade of roses, the heart
of each sInothered with the same stones,
and it is said that the Empress Eugenie,
at the sight of that blonde beauty so
dazzling. could not help frowning and
saying: "Oh, what "a scandalp' But
Blanche Pierson enjoyed the gEeat honor
OF having her dress copied almost exact
ly for the ooquettish sovereign, who had
most OF the of the crown diamonds brok-
en- up for the purpose. Mme. Guide is
another star in the full sense OF the
word, for she loves toyblind her admirers,
and she wore at an at home at the Prin-
CESS Mathilde's a shoulder belt coming
frome the left shoulder, crossing her
chest, and continuing down to her right
hip composed Of diamonds, decreasing in
size. the top ones being enormous and
twelve in a row.
Nine. Marie Magnier of the Gymnase,
has the two largest diamonds now in
Paris, and this is how she got them ::
One day she received from he1 jeweller
a telegram asking.her to come at once to
his shop; there she found tall woman,
thickly veiieo, who held in her hands
case with two superb diamonds in 1t.
monds, were fast falling from her eyes.
"Mademoiselle, she said, "Mr. +. tells
nae that your fancy is to possess pair
of exceptionally beautiful earrings.
Those are all that you can desire. Gould
you pay down for them before five to-
night the 100, 600 francs which I ask for
them" The belle Magnier was startled.
Hum, ma bonne femme" she said, s1n
her brusQue manner, "you are very cool
over the matter; you ask for 100, 600
francs just as you would ask for bushels
of onions.'' .Vhe jeweller put his fingers
on his lips ard nodded deprecatingly.
"Oh, very well, "said Magnier, "if she is
queen" "She is a queen," answered
the lady proudly, shutting the case with
clap. But Magnier had been touched
by the sad voice, and also, let me say, by
the blaze of light which had just disap-
peared from before her eyes. SO she said,
meekly: "All right, I will drive to my
banker. and in an hour I shall be back
with the money, madam" This is how
which ever adorned a first night in Paris.
She likes to tell the story of her bushel
of onions, but to this day she.never knew
who was the woman.
Sarah Bsrnhardt does not care for dia-
monds; she, prefers the queer and multi
color jewelry of the Middle Ages; she
wears belts, chatelaines and shoulder
knots, but very seldom earrings,
brooches, bracelets or tiaras. Her last or
der in the Rue de la Paix has been tall
silver comb, at the top of which leaves
and flowers of all colors, formed with
emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and tur-
quoises, tremble and move at the end of
flexible silver stems; 1t Is worth 300 900
francs, and was after her own design. It
looks beautiful when placed rather
backward in the middle of her fluffy
ourls negligently brought upround it.