Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1902-01-01
Her Last Appearance What Befell at Benefit of Former
 Pet of Paris.

MIME. DE MIRAMOY had been MI very pretty woman. More thar | that, she had been an actress of the
 first rank-an artist, in fact, who had been the petted idol of the Parisian public. But Mime. de Miramoy had
 married a baron and been left penni-
 less widow, and she had made the fur
 ther mistake of growing old; and the
 public-which is a philosopher after
 its fashion, giving only when it re- ceives-forgOt her. So the great artist of a former day was slowly dying of loneliness and ennui, struggling alone but with all the strength of an em- bittered little old woman against pow erty, in a small room on tine sixth floor of a dark and cheerless house, among memories that made her age seem only the greater.
 Sometimes it happened that, ab- sorbed in these sad memories of her former greatness, she forgot to pay her rent. At such times it seemed to her that she could never drag herself
 
 had a great horror of ridicule-for she was beginning to know life-she would have set the world to talking of her death. Her concierge, pitiless Ger berus in steel spectacles, with black cap and blue apron. added to her mis- cry, for they were like two enemies who watch each other ceaselessly and paalr oplru fO aaeh ofhar
 Even sleep deserted her; but at last, on one of these wakeful nights, the old actress jumped quickly up, found pen and paper, and wrote a letter. Then she crept back into bed and slept like a tired child.
 A few days later a gentleman of a certain age, but of the most elegant appearance, presented himself at her house-at ver- early hour, it must be confessed-and inquired of the ferocious Cerberus: Mime. de Mi ramoy, if,you please?"
 The concierge eyed him from head to foot, threw him short sixth floor, third door to the left" and as the gen tleman passed in, concluded: "The ideal At seven o'clock in the morn ingi We'll, the old cat won't be cutting up her didOes long here, can tell you"
 Poor little Honorine," thought the visitor, as he ascended the narrow stairway where his elbows touched wall and banister, and the close atmos- phere of an ill-ventilated house as sailed his nostrils. At last he reached the sixth landing. which was lighted by very small and high window cut through the thick wall, and covered with an iron grating that was utterly useless, for no one could have climbed the wall to get in, or have passed out through such a narrow opening. The gentleman knocked gently, almost apologetically, at the third door to the left.
 "Who is thsrs7" demanded a trem- ulous voice.
 ''It is I, madame-M. Delisle."
 "Heavensl M. Delisle himself! Wait a moment, wait a moment"
 The visitor waited, amused by the sound of pair of old shoes pattering O'CA NlC anu SOlIiE in every direction, of objects being moved about, of a window being opened, of shrill voice that kept re beating: Good heavensl NJ. Delisle himselfl In a moment, in moment"
 Presently the chain was taken down and the bolt slipped back. the door was opened a little, two shining eyes ap- peared, looking like black holes pierced in white face, with pinch Of rouge forgotten in a wrinkle on one of the cheeks, and finally a small figure appeared, clasping with one hand the folds of scarlet dressing gown that threatened to fly open during a pro- found and reverential bow
 ''M. Delisle! What an honor"
 NJ. Delisle entered the room and sat down on a velvet armchair near a win dow, from which only a patch of blue | sky was visible, and, casting a glance | about him, saw in one corner a disor- l dered bed, a table cumbered with some | cups sand rundown slipper, and on the | walls a tumultuous array of portraits yellow with age, famous faces and oth- | CTS still unknown, some of them half hidden under the leaves of faded | laurel wreath, all scrawled over with | enormous dedications. A cat, purring | amiably, came and rubbed his rounded back against the gentleman's legs.
 My dear madame"
 "Oh, NJ. Delisle," almost implored the little old woman, who had taken seat opposite her visitor.
 Well, my dear Honorine, then; I have come as soon as possible to tell you that l have received your letter, that my theater is at your disposal for your benefit. and that your old friends have promised their assistance. Here is what Coquelin writes me"
 "Coquelin!"
 "MOunet-Sully, Sarah"
 "She, too," and the little woman jumped from her seat like young girl. and, with sparkling eyes, seized the letters NJ. Delisle held toward her.
 There is nothing more to arrange, except for you to select your role"
 "I shall choose my great success. It is true that I have embodied all the roles as no one else ever did-no one of the present day has had such tri- lmphs as l had, beeause-you will un- derstand me, for you have always been a true critie-nOne of them knows how To give her whole soul to the service of her art. Not one of them sheds real tears as l shed them, not one of them rembles with passion as 1 trembled ] And when l tore my hair and my clothing in a rage-it was real, it was real!"
 'Yes, it was real" repeated NJ. De- isle, nodding his head, as the little become young again, poured put a flood of words on his head. Our lay is far away and yet so near. Sarah. La Duse, Rachel even"