Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-03

OF the four licensed public gambling
places Of Paris. 1t was thought better tf
channel such incOnvenient things
keeping them under the eye--than to at
out everywhere. Down the beautiful
curving starway--a great work of art
Lord George Hamilton. at o'clock of a
May morning. tumbled broke his back
and fingered four days until he died. He
never spoke again, for rage and shame.
His gay companions. picking him up,
loaded him an ashcart and pushed
him home i'll triumph. so the dying man
got his last glimpse of Paris, too proud
and despiteful to explain that he was
hurt
Here Cora Pearl-Baltimore girl and
daughter of the immortal composer of
kathleen Mavourneen'-won her famous
bet by promenading two blocks of 1.-The"
Boulevard as Lady Godiva at !. a. m. sum-
mer daylight. Even more than the young
Empress Eugene did this brilliant Cora
set the fashions of her day.
Riotous old Lord Seymour-he who for
wild lark gathered the carnival pro-
cesSion among the artisans and pretty
srizettes of Belleville to make it's
descent upon the boulevard-had MS
was simple, spontaneous horseplay. never
prepared or rehearsed. Worshiped by
the entire Belleville population as the
generous Milor Arsouille. he would or
game a carnival IN ten minutes. here,
Louisette, put on this dress. Jacques,
where's your sunbonnet?" One of his
liveliest lieutenants was the Marquis Of
Hartford, the Lord Steyne of Vanity
Fair" and just across the side street
from the Maison Doree lived until his
death the latter's high-minded, fabulous
ly rich and art-collecting son, Sir Rich
ard Wallace, who gave the drinking
fountains to Paris, not to mention the
beautiful Bagatelle estate in the Bots.
Grct Do, c;o
that side street. the Rue Lafiitte. where
the old Rothschild mansion bank stiii
stands. Going in and out of their apart
ment at the corner of the boulevard, l
often saw Sir Richard and Lady Wallace.
To the last the august widow had her
meals sent over from the Maison Doree.
Pass the beautiful old front 1t is un-
changed Stand and reflect that here
Talleyrand and Mirabeau, in the early
days Of the bloody revolution, met
in a private supper room to plot how
they could save the monarchy. Mirabeau,
gross, heated man that he was, drank
so freely of the famous chilled white
wine-that still remained a speciality in
my day-that he went to the national
assembly, delivered his historical speech
and then crawled home to die, four days
later, in his house opposite the Pavilion
d 'Hanovro. They put his body in the
Pantheon. When politics changed they
threw it out. Now nobody knows where
he lies, probably among the anonymous
piles In the catacombs. beside Merov-
ingian kings. cutthroats of the Court of
Miracles. saints, danes, mobiles peas
ants, soldiers and little Paris shopkeep-
ers of all ages.
Tortoni was Neapolitan who came
up selling ices during the revolution,
here in the boulevard that had been a
bowling green, where there were
shade trees and officers rode on horse
back Napoleon's new mobiles and their
Mesdames Sans-Gene staggered uD to
the prospecting Tortonfs in the giided
monumental carriages Of the old re-
gime. Succeeding them. the "dandies'
and lions" of the restoration drove
their aristocratic ladies up for tea and
chocolate in English "cariols'' Garry
alls). Talleyrand was one Of his first
customers of quality" ana here they