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" Tinette, Ma Petite Albettinef Shrieb the Wash Lady.
They AD Fail b a FaJntf
How the Careless Moving Pictures Stripped One of
the Cleverest French Actresses of All Her "Ancestors
and Made the Boulevards Laugh for Three Days.
Parts, Mar 21.
BEHOLD! for all Americans ct tho dls
position Joyous who are about to
Attain their hearts' deslro oil a visit
to Paris, a word ot caution. It is tho fra
ternal Splrit'Ot the Boulevards who sires:
the warning most kindly.
Mes amis, It Is dangerous, it Is forbidden,
to Temark certain matters In the presence
of the actress most charming, most splrltu
ells, Mile. Mlstlnguette. Par example
"Ancestry" oh, non, noralr, jamais de
retro vie I A misfortune most horrible baa
befallen the noble ancestress of Mile. Mls
tlnguette. "Mother" that namo adorable, bnt nof
Concerning tho mother, Mlstlnguette her
elf suffers a misfortune most ludicrous.
''Cinema cinematograpaique," whan In
America you call "movies." But name It
not In the presence ot Mlstlnguette. It Is
herself whom those "movies" have be
trayed. Monsieur Dupln, Arsene Lai pin,
Sherlock Holmes, could not have betrayed
ker with mors finished cruelty.
Mes amis d'Amertque, on arriving In Paris you will
yourselves repair directly to the Varieties naturolment
TJpoa the stage you will see one. figure adorable La
Wktlnguatte. Entre nous, you will make the haste to
present yourselves a la porte du stage at the door ot
the stage with your respects personal for the charming
actress. Oh, out cela va sans dire It goes without
saying everybody's doln it Blen. But remember,
silence on thoso matter now mentioned for those roe
sons sow to be explicated:
By all the world is comprehended the reputation ot
Mile. Mlstlnguette. The beauty, the gowns, the Jewels,
the automobiles, the royalty and the nobility at her feet
ell these triumphs most agreeable are with La Mlstln
euettd fait accompli os you say in America, "she's cot
there."
But In ber heart most secret to "get there" was to
Mile. Mlstlnguette no more than nothing. C'est vral
Without the crest, the csat of arms, the noble name
without the ancestry, all the triumph of Mile. Mlstln
guette were no more as a puff of the wind pout!
Attendesl Tho ancestry of Mile. Mlstlnguette
was bo more distinguished than that ot any other gamin
of the alleys in the small French village ot Moullns, the
truth of which you will comprehend In the name that Is
Iter own Albertlne Bergerolles and in the occupation
ot Mere Bergerolles une blanehleseuse what you call
the wash-lady. And when the little Albertlne run away
"On, ma belle fillet" exclaim tho poor Countess, falling
Into tho arms ot the rich and beautiful Mlstlnguette.
"Tree blen. Mako ready the portraits of my ancestors,"
say Mlstlnguette. "Immediately we go home to Paris
and have made the crest tor tho cigarette, the papier do
lettre and the door ot the carriage. When all la made
ready I give a petit souper for the honor ot my mother
bo long lost."
TMale attendes," Mlstlnguette say to her noble mother,
nt is that you shall be most careful to keep tho secret
between us."
"Certalnement," responds tho enravished Countess.
And, being a lady of education, she quota from Machia
hrelU: "Molto aolltarlo o eegreto." Which Is to ear, do it
alone and keep It to yourself.
Enfln. Behold everything accomplish according to the
programme ot Mlstlnguette., All Paris know that her
career is now complete, tor havo she not a oobs ances
tress and a crest for her cigarette?
Never before such success for LA Mlstlnguette, to
whom shall descend the title ot Comtesse de Tournelles,
On ber knees come the cinema to make of her one
grand clnematographlque what you call tho "movies."
Mlstlnguotte play only In Paris, but the Mlstlnguetto
clnematographlque ga everywhere. All France see him.
Now come the finish of the contretemps, tho finish
most horrible. In. tho small village of Moullns, Mero
Bergerolles do her wash-lady work quickly one day and
go to tho "movies." 6he eee her little Albertlne Just
the same as life, and fall back kicking with her respect
able feet In tho air, exclaiming with terrific shrieks:
"Ma petite 'Tlnette' my little, lost Albertinol"
And she shriek and eho kick so loud the manager
come and take her to the bureau de theatre the office
and say to her, with the vlnegarette at her nose to make
her qnlet:
"But, madame, it Is not possible. The lady ot the
cinematograpulque Is the famous Mlstlnguette, who has
already a ndble mother, the Comtesse de Tpurnelles,
living with her in Paris."
"Cochonl Chlenl" pig, dog ot a manager ehrteks
Mere Bergerolles. "Observe, I, Mere Bergerolles, blan
chlsseuse ot Moullns, am the only noble mother ot my
daughter. Altez-vous en va t'enl"
And Mere Bergerolles lock up her wash-lady estab
lishment and go quickly to Paris and kick fiercely on
the door of Mtstinguette so that it open-in a manner
most hurried and admit her. Mlstlnguette, who hear
the kicking, come to see what Is wrong, with the Com
tesse at her elbow.
"Tlnette, ma petite Albertlne!" shriek the wash
lady, and try to throw herself on the bosom of La Mis-
A tlnguette.
Mlstlnguette, so sudden is this apparition, falls half
lover in half ot a real faint. But' she catch herself and
say politely:
"A thousand regrets, Madame, but already 1 have a
mother the Comtesse do Tournelles whom you .see at
my side."
"Comtesse. the mother ot my 'Tlnette I" exclaim Mere
Bergerolles. And&ho tall on 'tho floor kicking mstA
laughing .so-f or some tlmo she cannot' speak.
"Ingratol" sho say when sntrget up. "I shall go ten
all Paris that tho little smutty-faced Tinctte Bergerolles,
daughter ot Mere BergeroUes, blanchlsseuso ot Moullns,
seeding an ancestress more than a mother, has bought
a comtesse. Au revoir, Tlnette. Ha, hat Oh, la, la, lftl"
Pretty soon come to Mlsttnftuetto the manager ot tho
Varieties and say to her:
"Alorst (Ma petite, it is deplorable U permit a motta
And This Is Mile. MntinguettV Uo
wanted Real Mother.
to die ot staryaflom"
"But I must havo an ancestress," says Mtttlngucna
with many tears. T have found me a mother who, can
be also an ancestress. That is what I want what X
have always wanted. Behold I This other woman, shall
havo money in exchange for silence."
Money? Silence? It was for Mero Bergerolles to
laugh 1 As she could not have her daughter sho would)
nqt bo silent In a week all Paris had the story and
for another week all Paris Joined with gusto In the
laughter of a blanchlsseuso. Enfln. Mere Bergerolles
goes home, to Moullns and reopens her wash-lady estab
lishment, where she eoon dismisses from her honest
mind the future Comtesso de Tournelles.
So, mes amis, It is thus you may figure to yourselves
the pain It gives to Mile. Mlstlnguette to hear uttered
those words before mentioned here. She has no .longer
an an coo tress, but as you say In America la It &eces
eary to "rub It in?"
to Parts to be a gaffiln on the stage and make the for
tune and the grand reputation", she leave no address tot
Mero Bergerolles, who weep a little but have not so
much to wash any more.
Enfin. in effect. Mere 'Bergerolles had no daughter,
and the gamin ot Moullns, in six, nine, ten years, the
Mlstlnguette most famous ot the ladles ot tho Paris
stage, had no mother.
So Mtstinguette, having everything else so much to
be desired, say to herself: "Viola I now wtU I have tho
success most grand. I will havo the ancestry. I will
have the crest for the door of my carriage and the pa
pers of my cigarettes. La, la, tout de suite I am une
grand a dame la, fala, lal"
For, figure to yourself, Mile. Mlstlnguette have already
discover in Nlmes a poor lady living all alone in tho
world with her title of Comtesse de Tournelles, and
nothing to eat but consomme Jardiniere, and tho pot au
feu on Sunday Go the rich, the famous Paris actress
come to tho poor Countess and say to ber:
"Is It that you will come to Paris and lira wltn moj
and be my mother my noble ancestress?"
"In Mutinguette on the 'Movies' She Sees Her Little Albertlne as Real as life, and Cries, 'My Little Albertlne T
