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AND IT JUST SERVED
Tinette. Ma Petite Albertlne!' Shrieks the Wash
the Careless Moving Pictures Stripped One of
Cleverest French Actresses of All Her ‘ Ancestors
and Made the Boulevards Laugh for Three Day;
RIGWT!
Bergerolles. And she fall on the floor kicking an<J
laughing so for some time she cannot speak.
"Ingrate!” she say when she get up. "I shall go tell
all Paris that the little smutty-faced ’Tinette Bergerolles.
daughter of Mere Bergerolles, blanchisseuse of Moulins,
. needing an ancestress more than a mother, has bought
a comtesse. Au revoir, Tinette. Ha, ha! Oh, la, la, la!"
Pretty soon come to Mlstlnguette the manager of the
Varieties and say to her:
“Alors! Ma petite, it Is deplorable to permit a mother
Oh, ma belle fllle'' exclaim tne poor Countess, falling
Into the arms of the rich and beautiful Mlstlnguette.
'Tree blen Make ready the portraits of my ancestors.”
say Mlstlnguette ’Immediately we go home to Paris
and have made the crest for the cigarette, the papier de
lettre and the door of the carriage When all Is made
ready I give a petit souper for the honor of my mother
so long lost ’’
Mats attendee, ’ Mlstlnguette say to her noDle mother
It Is that you shall be most careful to keep the secret
between us ’
'Certainement.' responds the enravished Countess.
And, being a lady of education, she quote from Machta-
velli
Motto solltarlo e segreto " Which Is to say. do It
alone and keep It to yourself.
Enfin Behold everything accomplice according to the
programme of Mlstlnguette. All Paris know that her
career Is now complete, for have she not a noble ances
tress and a crest for her cigarette’
Never before such success for La Mlstlnguette, to
whom shall descend the title of Comtesse de Tournelles.
On her knees come the cinema to make of her one
grand clnematograjihlque—what you call the 'movies ”
Mistlnguette play only In Pans, but the Mlstlnguette
clnematographlque go everywhere All France see him
Now come the finish of the contretemps, the finish
most horrible In the small village of Moulins. Mere
Bergerolles dd her wash-lady"work quickly one day and
go to the "movies.” She see her Uttle Albertlne just
the same as life, and fall back kicking with her respect
able feet In the air. exclaiming with terrific shrieks
”Ma petite Tinette’—my little, lost Albertlne!"
And she shriek and she Kick so loud the manager
come and take her to the bureau de theatre—the office—
and say to her. with the vinegarette at her nose to make
her quiet.
’But, madame. It Is not possible. Tbe lady of the
clnematographlque Is the ramous Mlstlnguette. who has
already a noble mother, the Comtesse de Tournelles.
living with her in Paris.”
"Cochon! Chien!”—pig, dog of a manager—shrieks
Mere Bergerolles. "Observe. 1. Mere Bergerolles. blan-
chlsseuse of Moulins. am the only noble mother of my
daughter Allex-vous en—va t’en!”
And Mere Bergerolles lock up her wash-lady estab
lishment and go quickly to Paris and kick fiercely on
the door of Mistlnguette sp 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
’’Tinette. ma petite Albertlne!” shriek the wast-
lady. and try to throw herself on tbe bosom of La Mis-
tinguette.
Mistlnguette. so sudden is this apparition, falls ball
over In half of a real Taint. But she catch herself and
j say politely
"A thousand regrets. Madame, but already I have a
mother—the Comtesse de Tournelles whom you see at
my side "
"Comtesse. the mother of my Tinette!" exclaim Mere
Mistlnguette,
Ancestors
Moving
Pictures.
And This Is Mile. Mistinguette's Un
wanted Real Mother,
to die of starvation."
“But I must have an ancestress,” says Mlstlnguette
with many tears. "I have found me a mother who can
be also an ancestress. That Is what 1 want—what I
have always wanted. Behold! this other woman shall
have money in exchange for silence."
Money? Silence? It was for Mere Bergerolles to
laugh! As she could not have her daughter she would
not be silent. In a week all Paris had the story—and
for another week all Paris joined with gusto in the
laughter of a blanchisseuse. Enfin. Mere Bergerolles
goes home to Moulins and reopens her wash-lady, estab
lishment, where she soon dismisses from her honest
mind the future Comtesse de Tournelles.
So, mes amis, It Is thus you may figure to yourselves
the pain it gives to Mile Mistlnguette to hear uttered
those words before mentioned here. She has no nger
an ancestress, but—as you say in America—Is it neces
sary to "rub it In?”
Mistlnguette. with Her Hired Mother,
Would Contemplate Those
Ancestors for Hours."
to Paris to be a gamin on the stage and make the for
tune and the grand reputation, she leave no address for
Mere 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 of Moulins. in six. nine, ten years, the
Mistlnguette most famous of the ladies of the Paris
stage, had no mother.
So Mlstlnguette, having everything else so much to
be dssired. say to herself "Viola! now will I have the
success most grand I will have 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
grande dame—la, lala, la!"
For. figure to yourself. Mile. Mlstlnguette have already
discover in Nimes a poor lady living all alone in the
world with her title of Comtesse de Tournelles, and
nothing to eat but consomme jardiniere, and the pot au
feu on Sunday So the rich, the famous Paris actress
come to the poor Countess and say to her:
"Is it that you will come to Paris and liwe with me.
and he tnv mother—my noble ancestress?”
In Mistlnguette on rfie 'Movies' She Sees Hen Little Albertlne as Real as Life, and Cries. ‘My Little Albertlne!'
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