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BY STERLING HEU-IQ.
ARIS, April 4. The Moulin Rougro
has burned down. Laughter and
music had already ceased in the
famous Parisian resort.
Good a-irls sewed for the army In its
damctt hall. A short circuit did the
So ends the Moulin, in 'the odor of
sanctity. The smoke of Its burning- is
incense to the patrle.
The Moulin Rouge!
The name will throw into reverie
men on the pampas of the Argentine,
the steppes of Russia and the prairies
of Iowa. New York brokers, Manches
ter cotton magnates, Chinese mandarins
and Transvaal's diamond kings will re
member how, once, when they were
lonely in Paris, the Moulin Rouge
launched them into society.
They are not proud of it, yet they
look back tenderly. Old ashes. Paris
also. It was Babylonish society, and
Paris is no longer Babylon. The man
beside you might be a forger, and the
woman an adventuress. There were
clerks of the department stores who
dressed better- than young dukes.
There were shabby students who were
heirs to great estates.
When you met a real duke or mar
quis, therefore, you said: "Tiens, it's
you?" There were clerks from the de
partment stores who did that, too.
Crash! Bang!- The great quadrille!
The Moulin was a dance hall in the
grand old days of repose, before the
modern dance revival. So the public
atood around, and sat around, and
strolled around, while experts did the
grand quadrille, or Valentin the Bone-,
less waltzed his ladies.
There was Nini-patte-en-l'alr and her
young pupils. There was Rayon d'Or
(the Ray of Gold) and La Goulue (the
Glutton), Mome Fromage (Cheese
Baby), Grille d'Egout (the Sewer
grating), and that slender, long
legged Melinite, who always danced
alone, dance-crazy. All are grand-
mothers today. They invented
"eccentric quadrille." It makes
feel old. Every tourist saw it.
Once came to Paris my cousins from
Bethlehem, Pa., a foremost austere fam
ily. The first evening, after dinner,
in the gloaming, with the uncle (white
goatee), severe and thoughtful. Dewey
WHEN DOROTHY DRESSED UP
IT was a rainy afternoon. Mamma and
Aunt Helen, who was visiting them
for a few days, had gone down town
to do Borne very necessary shopping and
had left little Dorothy all alone in the
house. Alone, that la, except for old
black Aunt Sophira, who was busy In
the kitchen with her pots and pans.
For quite a while Dorothy played
with her doll and looked at her picture
books. Then she wandered out to the
kitchen: but Aunt Sophira was in a bad
humor and told her to "skedaddle outer
bean an' not pester me none!"
Goodness me, how she wished mamma
and Aunt Helen would return; particu
larly because Aunt Helen had told
Dorothy she would bring her some can-,
dy. So Dorothy sat on the hall stairs
for a while and kicked her little feet
up and down and decided- that she was
a very miserable, lonely little girl.
Presently Dorothy had an idea! Yes.
She would do it! It was true her
mamma had forbidden her ever "dress
ing up" In any of mamma's clothes.
But, Dorothy told herself, mamma had
never said anything- not even a single
word about Aunt Helen's clothes. And
that made all the difference in the
world! Of course she could wear them.
That wouldn't be disobeying at all!
Aunt Helen's clothes weren't mamma's,
were they? Of course not!
So Dorothy scampered upstairs and
Into the guestroom which Aunt Helen
was occupying during her visit. She
opened the door of the closet, and, her
eyes fairly dancing with excitement,
There, on its hanger, was Aunt Hel
en's black velvet skirt. And there, on
the shelf, reposed the beautiful big
black hat that Dorothy admired so
much. And right in the corner was the
lovely green silk parasol that Aunt
Helen had carried the day she arrived.
Oh, goody! goody! She would play be
WHEN Shakespeare was a boy they say
That things were different from today,"
There were no steam cars then, you know,
For people to go to and fro;
There no bricks upon the street
To keep the mud from people's feet;
And then on dark and stormy nights
They didn't have electric lights.
When Shakespeare entered London town
He saw no Zepplins swooping down
From out the sky, nor did he see
The submarines that sweep the sea; ,.
and I offered him. his choice of the
Eiffel Tower. or the Morgue by moon
light. It was in the Champs Elyaee.
Apprehensively, I walked between him
and the lights of the cafas-chantant.
Dewey proposed the grand opera. I
suggested the top of a bus. "No," said
the elder, "we can do those tomorrow.
Isn't there a place they call the Moulin
Rouge?" Later he added: "Do not tell
The next evening we ,took the two
girls for ice cream at the Round Point.
They were loath to stroll back and
would see the lights of Paris beautiful.
We offered them the Boulevard, a cab
ride in the avenues, beneath the locust
blooms, to end with more ice cream
and music in some cafe fit for girls
from Wellesley.' "No," they answered,
"we can do all that with mamma.
Isn't there a place they call the Moulin
Rouge?" We nearly got mobbed that
night. Later they suggested: "Don't
Ouf ! It was over. The third evening,
strolling with the aunt (strict, stern
and vigilant, objecting to tobacco), we
just followed. In the Concorde, we
watched the fountains. "Here," I said,
"Marie Antoinette was beheaded." And
beside the Tuileries Garden: "Here the
Swiss guard was shot down." She mut
tered: "Babylon!" As time passed, she
grew grimmer. I grew footsore and
suggested tea at the Neapolitan.
"Maybe we shall see a poet," I said,
quite determined to point out Verlaine,
no matter. "No," she said; "no poets.
Is there not place "
"Tea." I said, "it Is called the Moulin
Rouge." We took a cab. There were
no taxl-autos those days. Rattling
home, on iron tyres, before midnight,
she said: I only wanted to- see the out-
iae 01 11. 1 may nave to read a nanpr
when I go back. Do not tell the chil
dren." Yet it was nothing to make such &
The crowd, the noise, the lights.
Crash! Bang! The quartets formed
on the slippery, shining floor. The
public edged round, 10 deep, or watched
from a thousand little tables on .a"
slightly elevated balcony around the
great hall. They saw machine-made
As years passed, the dancers changed.
"XORES M) ?mm$ I0EU1E
ing Aunt Helen and have a perfectly
So Dorothy carefully removed the
skirt from its hanger, climbed up on a
chair and lifted the big hat down from
the shelf and took the parasol from the
corner. Then, standing before the oval
dressing glass, she slipped the. soft,
rich skirt .over her head.
Goodness me. how much too large it
was! But Dorothy managed to pin it
tight around her waist, though It did
wrinkle and bulge as no well-behaved
skirt should. But, my, my, what a gor
geous train it had! Much more than
when Aunt Helen had it on!
Then she lifted the beautiful big
black hat and set it down upon her
flaxen head. She looked at herself in
the mirror and patted her hair into
place, here and there, just as she had
Been Aunt Helen do. It was rather bard
to keep It on her head and it wob
bled horribly; but by holding her head
very still Dorothy thought it looked
just as though it were held there with
Then she took the green parasol and
found, on the bureau, a small silk bag
which, she concluded, would serve as a
"vanity case." For quite awhile she sur
veyed herself in the mirror and strutted
up and down. My, my, she was cer
Presently she decided she would go
Solntlon to Animal Pnlc.
And Shakespeare's calling equipage
Was no machine from a garage;
I think he would have died of fright
If taxi cabs had come in sight.
There were no telephones like now
For folks to talk; and 111 allow
That wireless, and telegraph
.Would just have made Bill Shakespeare laugh.
I wonder what would Shakespeare say
If he could come to earth today,
For life for us holds greater joy
Than when Bill Shakespeare was a boy.
THE SUNDAY OEEGONIAX, PORTLAXD, APRIL
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Now it was the London Babies, now
Spanish Gypsies. They added limelights
to play, on them dazzingly, in the cen
ter of the dance floor, pale blue, rose,
mauve, all but blinding different sec
tions of the public, as the shafts of
changing rays shot past them
. The ionely man was please
leased to see
them, but he did not look long. The
lonely man found conversation thrust
upon him. He wandered up to a sort
of bagatelle board. Some one pulled
him by the sleeve. It was a young
creature who desired him to back her
skill. Will monsieur pay for five shots?
She craves to win a china goat. The
lonely man is no longer alone, but the
goat is not china.
On he strolls to the javelin throwing
and meets a face that smiles. Will
monsieur pay for 10 throws? She is
sure she met monsieur at Ostend. She
downstairs and let old Aunt Sophira see
how well she looked. But, somehow.
Aunt Sophira wasn't properly Im
pressed: for she exclaimed:
"Law's sakes! Yo Aunt Helen's clo'esl
I 'spect you done gwine ter git some
thin' when she come home. Ain't yo ma
done tole you 'bout dressln up? Huh!
lou cleah out o' heah. chile, and put
often dem clo'es!'
Dorothy was disappointed and had
started to obey the old. cook, when,
as she passed the parlor door, she had
another Idea she would pretend she
was a grand lady making a call. So
she entered the parlor with dignity and
seated herself to wait until her hostess
came down to greet her.
Just then the front door opened and
in came mamma and Aunt Helen. They
espied her instantly through the open
"What does this mean?" mamma de
manded sternly. But Aunt Helen
nudged mamma quickly and whispered
something to her. Both of them smiled
and entered the parlor.
"Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Mrs. Pea
cock, exclaimed Aunt Helen. "It is
so good of you to call upon mehow
did you know I was In town?"
And Aunt Helen took the astonished
Dorothy's hand and shook It in quite
Poor Dorothy was so amazed that she
stood with her mouth open and stared.
"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Peacock?"
said mamma in her best "company"
tone. "We are so glad to see you."
"Really, you must pardon my not of
fering you any of th-is," Aunt Helen
went on, holding up a small, parcel she
had in her hand. "It's a box of candy
I bought for my little niece, Dorothy.
You know how children are and how
disappointed she would be if someone
else were the first to open it. I wonder
where she can be upstairs, I imagine,
playing with her dolls like a good lit
Ddrothy was still stunned by this
queer happening. If the truth be fold,
she was standing with one thumb in her
would win him a knit smoking cap or
a box of cough drops.
It was a way to participate. Instead
of wandering about like an outsider,
rubbering others" gaiety the lonesome
pilgrims got into the movement. Tha
they were dragged in was a detail.
Willingly they sat at little tables, buy
ing things for new acquaintances.
When the bouquet woman appeared
they gave up 160. The bonbon dame
was welcome, with her hand-paimted
Duxes. That the flowers and candy
would be sold back to the dealers at
naif price was another 'detail.
Laughing tourist parties watched it
like a play. I remember how two Eng
lishmen were exploited by saucers.
It was one of the good customs that,
once you were nerved at a little table.
mouth staring; and there was a suspi
cion of tuars in her pretty eyes.
"Well. I'm so sorry you must be go
ing," said Aunt Helen, presently.
"We've enjoyed your call so much. Do
come and see us soon again. Let me
show you to the door. Yes, I insist!"
And with that Aunt Helen turned,
opened the front door and stood, smil
ing. "I don't wish to hurry you," she
said, "but it's dreadfully cold and
burr-r-r how cold it is. We mustn't
keep this door open long.
"Good-day. Mrs. Peacock." said mam
ma sweetly. "Perhaps the next time
you come Dorothy will offer you some
of her candy. Good-day.!"
Like one in a dream, little Dorothy,
her thumb still in her mouth and- her
eyes as big as saucers, walked to the
door, where Aunt Helen, still smiling,
hurried her through and closed the door
There was a moment of tense silence
and then came a terrible pounding and
kicking on the door, and from the other
sldo Dorothy's voice:
"Let me in! Let me In, Aunt Helen,
please, pleasel I'm Dorothy! -Deed I'm
Dorothy) And I want my candyl I want
Of course they opened the door pres
ently and let her in. But it was not
until she had gone up to Aunt Helen's
room and put the bat and skirt and
parasol and bag back in their proper
places that either mamma or Aunt
Helen would recognize her as Dorothy.
And it was fully an hour before Aint
Helen gave her the candy.
So Dorothy decided that she had had
quite enough of "dressing up" at least,
of dressing up in other people's clothes.
LITTLE Johnny was ill. Indeed little
Johnny had been desperately 11 L But
little Johnny neither had been nor was
too ill to be vastly concerned over any
Chance to get something for nothing.
When the doctor came Into the bed
room, the other morning, be placed his
finger on Johnny's ' pulse and then
"Fine! Splendid!" he said to John
ny's mother. "His pulse dropped a
quarter yesterday and a half today.
And after he made his departure,
little Johnny lay in bed staring va
cantly into space. It was quite evi
dent that something was on his mind.
"Mamma,' he said finally, "when
the Doo comes tomorrow will you ask
him where that quarter and that half
dropped to I've got only six 'cents in
my bank and I'd like to find 'emn
It became yotfr table till you gave it
up. With each cup of coffee or glass
of lemonade the waiter brought a
saucer, the price painted on it plainly.
To pay and go, you settled for your
Now the entertaining young pirates
made use of the custom. On entering
they chose a table, gave their order.
But each girl had, already paid a cab
fare she could not walk in those
ekirts and slippers. She might have
to pay another to some night cafe.
Therefore, she would nurse her cup of
coffee to retain the table. Later, some
lonely party would pay the saucer.
"You lof wisky? No? Gin? Nor I!
Garcon, two coffee! You haf see e
quadrille aerlenne, in se airs, yes? You
haf see se aeroplane Wilbur Wright?
Yes? I mak ascent. Beau-ti-ful! You
haf automobile? I'haf automobile."
Now you will admit that making con
LITTLE BETTY MARTIN
(It Hifmd la ArtJ.)
IT was about the middle of April
when General O and his band of
redcoats stationed themselves near
Lexington. Not many miles away from
that city a little rebel named Betty
Martin was out in the fields calling the
cows in for the night.
"Cush-a cueh-a!" cried Betty, encir
cling her mouth with her hands, "Come,
Rcddy; come. Spotty."
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" came a gruff laugh by
Betty looked up and eaw a red-coated
soldier looking down at her and
The child had heard of the "red
coats," but this was her first experience
with one of them, and not knowing
their mission nor their manners, she
was quite unafraid.
"Go away, please," she said sweetly.
"The mill may scare at Jhe sight of
your red ooat,"
The' soldier pulled her curls and
laughed at her again. "You are a pret
ty little girl." he said coarsely, all the
while eyeing her rudely. "Where la
"She's churning ths butter over Yon
der." answered Betty.
"Well, tell her that we need one of
her cows for food, as we are stranded
In a deserted barn down the road." and
he caught hold of the nearest cow and
wa- hastening away, when Betty ran
aft r him, crying, "How dare you touch
in. ets give her up. I say!"
" la! Ha! Ha!" laugjied the soldier.
"If you want your cow go and ask Gen-
eral g ," and away walked the man
and the cow. much to Betty's surprise
The girl flew Into the kitchen.
"Mother, mother," she cried, "a horrid
man with a bright red coat has stolen
our pet cow and I'm going to get her
Without waiting for mother's reply,
she ran down the road taken by the
man. Her little legs could not run as
fast as his, so she could not catoh up
to him, but she kept him in sight and
within an hour's time she stood with
flaming eyes, her hair flying and her
breath coming quick, before General
G . He looked up in surprise.
"I want my pet," she began.
"Who are your asked the General
kindly, taking Betty in his big arms.
He had left Just such a dear little girt
in England and his heart went out to
"I am Betty Martin, and your soldier
man stole our cow." '
General Q looked questionlngly
versation like this for two stolid Brit
ishers is worth a cup of coffee. While
the conversation sparkled, saucers kept
increasing on the little table.- Other
girls came up- and slipped their saucers
to the conversation lists, till Bertie
whispered to his chum:
"I say, old chappie, are we supposed
to pay for them all? It is a swindle."
"They are on our table."
"It's the girls' table."
"Then why should we bother?"
It bothered Bertie and Augustua
Something deep inside them whispered
to the hardy English that they could
not quit the table with the saucers
unpaid, although two words of expla
nation with the waiter would relieve
them of all obligation. Sullenly, they
paid, and walked off.
"It's not right, you know," They
grumbled: and, as in reply, a thing less
right came to them.
"You have torn my skirt!" remarked
a brunette beauty, turning gracefully
on Bertie. "Why promenade on ladles'
She lifted up the skirt's edge and
The crowd took up the study.
"Oh, these English!" "He will in
demnify her!" "Not he!" "Look at
Bertie protested: "I felt nothing."
"He felt nothing!" the crowd wond
ered. "This la pa Inful. said A u gustus.
toward the shed. Sure enough, the cow
was there. '
"So you are Betty Martin, and where
do you live, little oner
"Down the road, and I ran all the
way to get here before you ate her up."
The General laughed.
"We would not hurt your pet, no, not
If we never tasted beef again. See to
the dispatches!" be said, turning to the
man who had brought the cow, I will
escort Betty and her pet back to her
Mrs. Martin was beginning to get
concerned about Betty, when she saw
her enter the garden seated oa a big
soldier man's shoulder, and gently pull
OUR PUZZLE CORNER S
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This little girl is trying to catch s something.
Gee if you can complete the plctur e and show what she is after, by con
necting the dots with a pencil.
My first is In read but not in spell.
My second is in mountain but not in
My third Is in Dorothy but not in Ann.
My fourth is in white but not in tan;
My fifth is in June but not in May,
My sixth is in sad but not in gay;
My whole is the name of a bone of the
1. I say, Ida, hold on to the car
"Can't we square her? Will she take
The young woman accepted thirty,
and the crowd melted. Of course, some
one had stepped on the skirt. But was
it Bertie? I think not, because eaa
nisht skirt accidents made gayety.
"They really make their living by
such tricks," said a Krcm-li friend, ex
pert in promenoirs. "What chanre hss
that big miner from South Africa te
sit alone ten minutes?"
He pointed to a husky, well-drrsaed
man of clean Anglo-Saxon get-up,
smoking a good cigar at a little tabla.
But there was no time to make a bet,
"Monsieur, you have our table!
laughed two young women.
The South African got up, scared, te
"No, Julie, we ought not to drive this
monsieur from us." chirped the other,
"Monsieur, since you are so gallant, you
may tit a moment at our table. Do you
love flowers? Ah. the beautiful bou
quet!" The Moulin Rouge has lived.
The girls who strung strings, swind
ling strangers, sat there, sewing fer
Now and then, a tear dropped from
the eye oflagdalen.
And a srort circuit did the rest,
The Moulin Rogue burned incense
to the patrle! .
ing her oow after her by a long rope.
Mrs. Martin looked her surprise.
The General laughed his surprise.
The cow mooed her surprise.
And Betty expressed her surprise by
kissing the General on both cheeks.
Willie's Honest Denbta.
William's uncle was a very tall, fine
looking man, while his father was very
small. William admired his uncle, and
wished to grow up like him. One day
he said to his mother:
"Mamma, how did uncle grow so big
His mother said: "Well, when uncle
was a small boy he was always a very
srood boy, and tried to do what w&e
right at all times; so God let him
grow up big and tall."
William thought this over seriously
for a few minutes, then said: "Mamma,
what kind of a boy was pap?"
2. Io was the name of a muse.
S. "Oh. I owe you my life," sobbe4
the half-drowned girl to the guard.
' 4. When Jane was ill, I noiselessly
sat by her bedside.
I. It was stormy 'when Mary
9. The Infidel, aware of his j&nger.
fled to another state.
HIDDEN STATES: Waho, Iowa,
Illinois. Maryland, Delaware.