The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-03-12

happened, Detaille, having told who I
was, the whole party was in front of
ME, with the car saying he was glad
10 know me because my marble statue
Grief, which is In the st. Petersburg
palace, was one of his preferred hits
of sculpture.
After my first surprise [ recovered
my wits and began to answer him.
The conversation between us was soon
very animated. and, although Felix
faure looked annoyed and M. MolIard.
the chief of the protocol, was making
desperate signs to me, especially every
time l laughed outright, the car him
self did not seem displeased at having
round somebody who could talk to him,
Ior Deta!lle and the other artists were
completely awed and SO busy thinking
OF the proper bows to make that they
were positively stupid He was so
young, so unaffected, that I hardly
realized he was greater parsonage
than myself, and 1 spoke with him
as L would have spoken with any 9TH
er interesting foreigner.
AT the end Of about twenty minute 8
the car went back to DetailIe, whom
ne had forgotten all that time. al
though In all the world Detaille is his
Iavorlte artist After a little while
the whole party went out.
MEET A SECOND TIME.
1.-The same night after the opera
Comte d'Espagnat took me to the Cafe
de Paris. We went into one of the
smallest rooms, where there are hut
few tables, reserved for verv select
company. At one table were Prince
George OF Greece, the grand dukes NJ
Russia, Marguerite Duval who is the
edltor OF La Fronde. and Mile. Delna,
OF the opera. At another table. was
Gen. Panizzardi the italian military
attache. and a lady I did not know
With us these were the only occupants
Of that room, but toward 1 o'clock
three other men came in, and Connie
d Espagnat. leaning over, told me:
Here is the car
Il looked UP and recognized him at
once. He said something in Russian
to Prince George and the grand dukes
who had risen to salute. Then he went
to sit at another table with M. Mol
lard, who seemed to act as night pilot
and the other man, a Russian of the
imperial suite.
Thus the car and I faced each 9TH
er at distance of few tables. He
had not removed his overcoat. simply
opened it, so that I could see he was
in the usual evening dress. after
ward learned from him that he had
left the Palais de PElysee at II o'clock
to take an unofficial stroll and see a
little of the Paris night life and that
much against the wishes Of his adj
visers, for the French lived in mortal
dread lest their imperial guest should
be murdered while in France.
Presently our eyes met The car
Immediately recognized me, smiled a
little, and, raising his glass as If to nv
health, drank a mouthful of cham
payne.
"a minute later he spoke to M. Mol
lard, who came to offer me his arm
and conduct me to the cars table, ac--
cording to the imperial wish. There /
was asked to sit down. and was soon
left in 4tete-a-tete with his majesty.
IT did not feel as much at ease as
I had in the morning at Detaille's stu
dio, and after a while the czar said
to me in his pretty. slightly hating
French:
Why are you not as you were this
morning? And why do you not laugh?
I like to hear your laughter
''This, of course, made me laugh In.
voluntarily. So we conversed again
like old friends, the car asking me
many questions about myself, Paris
women, Paris artists, and speaking
very freely about his own tastes.
After perhaps two hours he said
"'Your people are taking me to YER