Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-09-06

| from the Casino. Here the very stable boys,
| washed up, lose their weeks wages and the
| trippers who come down from Paris find
| means of making their trip cost them all
| they had saved on their reduced railway
| fare.
| 1t is about noon. The sea is gray green,
swelling lazily: The clouds are low, gray
white sails, which disappear. There is no
noise in Trouville. No ene Is stirring.
Every one is sleeping: ltas raining.
| The beefsteaks are wet h the dining tent
bar there loll listless sporting young men,
! studying race programs.
| Or it is noon on a day Of sunshine The
| sky is the palest blue and the awaves pur-
| pie, shimmering with green ami gold red.
| The sea swells still more lazilyA Far away
| are lots of white sails that would pass in
| the night-except that it is noon, And no
| one strs. Every one is sleeping except, on
| the links, dozen or more golf fanatics who
| do not belong to the true Trouville.
Every one is sleeping, just as If it were a
| day of rain and clouds. Do not expect to
| see more than one fair Parisienne at a time
| take her morning dip In the ocean. Here
| and there, rolled far out the slow -dipping
beach, you may observe a solitary bathing
Wagon-a bath house on wheels. The bather
will be some fair young enthusiast of nv
| glene, like as not with her husband or
| her cavaliere servente.
1t is the popular belief in Paris that the
Irouville sands are something like the an
nual salons for fiesh-tints and the shanely
| female form 1t is an error. Here lovely
woman does not sprawl promiscuously on
| the sands. She values herself far too
| highly.
In Three Parts.
Again the Trouvie beach, the finest on
the coast, is getting to be almost a mile
| deep at low tide. Far out in the clustering
| waste of sand the ladies only roped-o off
bathing space is practically inaccessible to
| the eye of man. The mems only Is but
| poorly patronized. While the mixed bath
| Ing space-according to the swell opinion
| Is Kind of plague spot of contagion be-
| cause OF the presence of cheap trippers
! 10 near them sneer you might imagine
poverty contagious.
The true reason why we go so little in the
| ocean Is that we are sleeping in the morn
| ing, while our afternoons are taken I'D with
| betting on slow horses, scorching in our
own or other peoples automobiles and ex-
| hihnlng our knowledge Of biography nv
swapping stories about celebrated person.
ages. For example, If all the talk about
! the Fair automobile tragedy, the Fair-Van-
| derDnt family history and its branching ont
IN Partisan anecdote could have been taken
down IN shorthand 1t would fill thousand
volumes Another gossip subject comes RI
us from England, quite exclusive. If there
be truth in it a fair young American girl
! came close to honorable marriage with
the Crown Prince Of Germany This is Miss
Gladys Deacon. daughter of the Mr. D.acon
who Shot and killed Abei!le the paris cIuh-
man few years ago because of his atten-
tons to his wife, this young girls mother.
Miss Gladys Deacon has for some time been
the loving protege Of COnsuelo Vanderbilt
Duchess of Marlborough AT BIenheim,
! therefore. the young crown prince met Miss
gladys, fell in love. gave her a ring and
sWore to renounce his claim to the imperial
purple for her sake AS the story has II.
u limos irII,1 /.
is not yet over.
This is one of the peculiar marks Of
present-day TrOuville-the international
gossip, French: American and English. cur
rent m all circles From the highest Ouch
ess to the lowest jockey. one and all have
interests and relations in at least two Of
these countries. Who IS that fine girl on
the links? Why, 1t is the Duchesse de
Valencay. And who is the dignifed little
brunette entering that swell villa? Why, it
Is the Countess dc Castcllane, And what is
That vision Of loneliness on horseback?
Why. 1t Is the Marquise de Rretouil
ANA so on. One might just rs well have
said Miss Morton. Miss Gould and Miss
Garner.
In His Own Auto.
And whose is this little. knob of a head
blinking over the steering wheel Of q seven
ty horse power automobile monster? Why
1t Is Tod Sloane going to take one of his
aristocratic pals out for a spin at seventy
miles an hour. One of these days they will
come home in pieces. The day before he
met his death young Fair had autOmohiled
up to Paris for lunch and then automobiIed
back to Trouville for his dinner! The
young Nanderbtt-a handsome boy, and
different from the typical French automo-
bile tough-has for his proudest memory
now that ne is back home, that the week
before he sailed he broke an automobile
record on French highways. As long as
tne french government will stand it no one
names these young men for scorching-
thoush they risk not only their necks, but
lhe neckS OF average folks to whom the
compensating joys OF automobile scorchiug
are unknown. 1t Is to be hoped neverthe-
less. thdt the fine sporting practice will not
become an American diversion.
Here 1t Is a new thing. And here, as
among the Athenians In the time of the
late Paul, they seek the new thing ever
For example, there is here at Trouyille,
lVlng IN high style, a lightly conducted
damsel with mass Of golden hair. fresh
flesh tints, firm figure, splendid teeth and
diamonds and great ropes of pearls that
i,ius5 nave cost some people dear She has,
pes5des, big live beetle from some place
IN South America. 1t is a healthy, active
beetle, taking interest In life knowing its
name and responding to It,
The blonde takes her beetle with her al
ways, with a golden band around its belly
ana mlcroscopically slender golden chain
to keep 1t near home-Which Is the blondes
sumptuous cOrsage
AND every one Is talking about the bug!
Inc other afternoon three erandes DANES,
OF "Ioln one was a princess and two mar
qulses, begged man who knew the blonde
~ please introduce them-for the bugs
9aNe' STERLING HELLO.
MILITARY MASS AT SEA.