The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-04-11

out of the atmosphere of the schools that undesirable influence shall not lay hold leon their minds and distract their thoughts"
 We go out of door-in zee gaardan-in pahr," the Pavlowa said, her brilliant eyes shaded for the moment by the wist- full frown occasioned by her anxiety for
 me to understand.
 Tn pahr," she repeated and then held
 up two slim little fingers and counted:
 Wan. two. Seer
 She then held up one finger and said: An so in tan, cita, on street; aloneI Nevairei'
 "oh, am beginning to see." cried en- Enthusiastically, smiling at her earnestness.
 You are never allowed as school children to go out alone. When you walk through the city streets 1t is in pairs" "Ah, yea," she nodded gaily.
 "The school we speak of in Russia" MT. Rabinoff reverted to the subject again. lis over 200 years old where all this train ing goes on, and Is the only one of It's kind in the world. Little by little. year after year, Mademoiselle Pavlowa was coached in her art there. She says that the reason other countries do not have such wonderful dancers as Russia is be- i cause that as soon a girl can trip the l light fantastic a little to music. she is
 put on the stage and-puff her training
 Is over, such training as 1t is. In Rus l sia dancer is never allowed to appear in public until he can pass the most diff
 ficult tests, until the teachers have proven
 that the body is 1.-the and absolutely sup | pie, certain and under control. They are allowed then only to appear publicly
 occasionally, so that finally when the pulp | lie does receive them formally, 1t finds
 them in all their exquisite perfection" | Was it Mademoiselle Pavlowa's own wish to become Ballerina, or did her | f..-- 1. II .1I n< other Russian children are sent. to per- feet herself in some art?' I asked 1 Mademoiseles eyes became liquid fire
 as she gleamed at my question "A little incident occurred when made
 moiselle was very, very young" said MT.
 Rabinoff, and after that no power on
 earth could have kept her from going on the stage, or perfecting herself as a ] dancer.''
 "Tell me about it." I begged. Ut was at the Imperial opera house." | Mir. Rabinoff went on to say, and a
 wonderful ballet for children was being | presented. Mademoiselle's mother, think l ing to give her great pleasure. took her to 1 see the performance. That afternoon it seems mademoiselle received so much | pleasure from the performance that she | decided her own career in her own mind.
 One of the performers especially in the | ballet charmed mademoiselle. So excited and fascinated did she become that she fairly jumped up and down In the box in | which she and her mother were seated
 and she applauded so loudly and so vo- ciferously that the dancer stepped toward tha box, nodded to the little girl and threw her rose. From that moment nothing short of being dancer like the beauti- full woman who had thrown her the rose would mademoiselle hear to. She little know the hard work that was before her, but she often says now that she IS thankful that providence sent her and her mother to the Imperial opera house that afternoon to see the beautiful danseuse.'
 "Mademoiselle's eyes sparked and leaned like stars in the sky as MT. Rabi- noff told me the story, and then she
 turned quickly and earnestly to him and
 bade him tell me this:
 ..Mademoiselle wishes me to say that because the beautiful premier danseuse of the Imperial Opera house in Russia was
 good to her, she has always tried to be good to other children. A little girl in Il Chicago is dominant 1T her mind when she speaks of such things. This little girl wrote mademoiselle note and
 "Ah. such nica letter. the Pavlowa interrupter, with wistful eyes and smiling
 lips. ''So nica-de letter! I sent de little
 girl wan, two, three of my pictures and
 she write me again such a bootiful note , She say she adore mel
 q suppose she considered that she had
 been favored beyond us all by the queen 1 of the Dance?" I uggested-''ths little
 girl who got the three pictures"
 "Quane ah tn Dance," the Uavlowa re- } peated How nica," she smiled back al me, clasping her little hands tight over her heart.' You are so gooda to me ] Everybody is so gooda to me. l tank your'
 sQueen of the Dance" we crown her hut the compliment somehow seems so in 3 adequate. so small.
 5 She is neither of heaven nor of earth she is the soul of the wind and the spray { and the setting sun-clothed with fiesf
 and blood and we call her Pavlowa!"
 But surely the wind and the spray ana i. the heart of the sunset have a name al f their own for her by which they will sum [ mon her back to themselves one day