The evening times., 1896-03-28

La Loie Fuller came to town last night.
You are to go right up said the uni
| formed colored youth, who had taken my
| card up for me.
Are there lots Of people up tbere?''
The boy grinneG and SAID: Yes, Miss,
| they is Il right smart
And when did she come in?''
she Jes' got here, Miss; de train was
late"
stepped into the elevator off the parlOr
ut the Arlington, and was soon roaming
around the narrow nails looking for go"
l knew IL afar off. The door was open,
ana there were people going in, and sounds
of animated conversation issuing thence.
When stood in the doorway l saw
big, comfortable parlOr with consider
able number of gentlemen standing about
like grinning automatons, and in the mid
| die OF the group was little, roly-poiy
woman with a lot or fluffy brown hair over
her brow and drawn up In d knot behind.
| talking to everyone at once and gcsticulat-
| ing with both chubby hands extended about
on level with her shoulders. She was
| talking with animation, Az usual, and be-
| ing the only woman iu the room had the
floor.
When she saw me she swept the men
aside and pulled me into The Ioom. After
kissing me on both cheeks and tousiing Inc
generally she pushed me into chair.
Then with Il com nprehensive gesture she got
everyone else into chairs and went on
talking, asking everyone questions at once,
and, scarcely waiting for an answer, flood
e,i the room with her personality.
GLAD TO BE BACK.
You are not Ia suppose that WIS IA
Vf,rs ram 70 nj fI
celebrated Ganseusc. Luie has the char
aCteristic Of liking everyone she knows who
isn't positively disagrredbie. You can't
tell whether she has kno wn one u year. u
day or lifetime, from her demcanor. Size
likes women equally with men. If Iot more,
ana she likes to be liked.
Well. what about Washington? Are
they Cuming TO see me" You know | want
them ia crowds. | haven I tried this travel
about for 4 long time. I'm home again
in America, and long to see big houses.
Don you ever get over that! asked.
Never. never, never! l want the world
around me- and she gave one of her COM
prehcnsivc gestures. Where are my boxes?
l must have thein; 1 want 10 show you my
souvenirs and things"
Two oor three boys were sent tothe theater
to bring over those pdCkd .es, ana in Il short
time they We're back aud the floor was filled
with Iht. necessities Of TINS little dancers
career.
Where is the dear mothef?''
Mother? ON, shes at home. She can't
staud running about ike this. We're going
everywhere, you know. This is getting
down to first principles, this going "a bouta
stopping for one night III a place; but its
fiue. like IL. It's 4 taste or the old life
And there's money III il, eh?'
An arch smile and Il French sErug was
| the reply.
what DO you do with all the money
| you talked ardently OF IA hotel in Paris
after the manner of the divine Sarah
year or 90 aGo?'
The hotcl-she means u house, you
know" This to the otEers-"cnded In a
swiss cottage. Ii is IA lovely little place
| In the middle OF 4 garden, surrounded
also by the garden courts Of the four sides
| of the square. You SEE I'm shut in from
the street there and as quiet as in the
country
But, | suppose, il cost littler''
Well. rather. And I've had it over a
year. and slept there once. Mother has
been there, three weeks, however"
And where have you been?''
In London; to the Riveria, and every
where"
And do you get back TO Paris soon?''
Not right away. I'm going all over
this country this spring and then go back
to London. / dance Ill London this sum-
| mer ,aud then return to tire Foiies Bergere."
As took out Il notebook she exclaimed:
NOW. if you put that down | won't talk
| any more. l mistrusted you. Look here,
I've been interviewed until I'm crazy.
Let me tell you how they do 1t in New
| York"
Then followed an impressionistic sketch
| reali stically given by the dancer, La Loe,
| as she loves to be called. She sat on the
| edge of her chair, waved her arms around
| and a thousand expressions swept across
4 "A h.arr haI
| her eyes, cooked her saucy head, up
| tilted her retrousse nose. and after pour
| ing forth Il regular Aubrey Beardslcy
| description of herself. collapsed into the
| depths OF the big chair.
| Did they really say you were sylph-like.
| and call you petite?'
They really did, said she, spreading
| out her arms to invite all to witness that
| she wasn't.
| HOW SHE DRESSED.
| She wore a dark blue mohair gown made
| in the style she has worn for years a baby
| waist frock, falling in folds from the sur
| pice yoke. The sleeves were full and
ended at the elbow. leaving her white fat
| arms III siiapely prettiness to view
You see," said she, I'm as broad as a
| house and look like q Dutch matron."
| To see her pulling her pa cking cases
| about and hauling out photographs, souve-
| Mrs and the like, going down on her
| knees to do it, then kneeiing on chairs and
| talking over the back OF them with en-
thusiastic hand clappings and deep gursling
| laughs, to see her in this state of per
petual action is to see La Loie as she is.
She is never quiet except when she slee cps.
| She is as much the embodiment of action
| as Duse is of repose. In the whirlpool OF
| her wake there are usually 100 or more
| friends OF the moment in tow, having sur
| rendered all individuality for the time
being. They must be la LoieiZed' or
| clear out, and most people like the SEN
sation and STAY.
door that was swung open showed a
| brass bed covered with white drapings and
a dressing table lighted up. The danseuse's
| manager looked at his watch, it was past
midnight, and Il matinee for the day coming.
One by one we dehypnotized ourselves
aud somehow got away from the childish
fun-lovipg voice. La Loie waved us an
adieu down the hail and then went back TO
her white nest to sleep the profound ard
comfortable slumber of n little pink and
white pig. l wonder if any one ever called
her that before. StBfL WILBUR.