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AND IT JUST SERVED
‘Tinette. Ma Petite Albertine!' Shrieks the Wash
Stripped One of
the Careless Moving Pictures
Cleverest French Actresses of All Her “Ancestor*
and Made the Boulevards Laugh for Three Day!
Bergerollea. And she (all on the floor klckhtc sod
laughing so for some time she canDot speak.
"Ingrate!" she say when she get up. “I shall go tell
all Paris that the little smutty-faced 'Tinette Bergerollea.
daughter of Mere Bergerolles, blanchlsseuse of Moullns,
needing an ancestress more than a mother, has bought
acomtesse. 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 the poor Countess, falling
Into the arms of the rich and beautiful Mlstlnguette.
'Tree bten Make ready the portraits of my ancestors,’’
say Mlstlnguette Immediately we go borne to Paris
and have made the crest for the cigarette, the papier de
lettre and the door of the carriage When all la made
ready I give a petit souper for the honur of my mother
so long lost "
"Mats attendez,” Mlstlnguette say to her noble mother.
''It ts that you shall be most careful to keep the secret
between us”
•Certalnement.” responds the enravished Countess.
And. being a lady of education, she quote from Machla-
velll
'Motto solitarlo e segreto" Which Is to say, do It
alone and keep It to yourself.
Enfln Behold everything accompllsn according to the
programme of Mlstlnguette. All Parts 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 clnematographlque—what you call the 'movies "
Mlstlnguette play only In Paris, 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 Moullns, Mere
Bergerolles do her wash-lady’work quickly one day and
go to the "movies." She see her Uttle Albertine 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, tost Albertine!"
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 vlnegarette at her nose to make
her quiet.
"But, madame. It Is not possible. The lady of the
clnematographlque Is the famous Mlstlnguette. who has
already a noble mother, the Comtesse de Tournelles,
living with her In Paris."
"Cochon! Chlen!"—pig, dog of a manager—shrieks
Mere Bergerolles "Observe. 1, Mere Bergerolles, blan
chlsseuse of Moullns. am the only noble mother of my
daughter Allez-vouB 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 Mlstlnguette 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 Albertine!" shriek the wash-
lady. and try to throw herself on the boBom of La Mls
tlnguette.
Mlstlnguette, so sudden is this apparition, falls ball
over In half of a real faint But she catch herself and
| say politely-
"A thousand regrets, Madame, but already I have a
I mother—the Comtesse de Tournelles whom you see at
my side."
"ComtesBe. the mother of my Tinette!” exclaim Mere
Mlstlnguette,
Who
Lost Her
Hired
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 1b what I want—what 1
have always wanted. Behold! this other woman shall
have money In exchange for silence."
Money? Silence? It was for Mere Bergerollea 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 blanchlsseuse. Enfln Mere Bergerolles
goes home to Moullns 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. Mlstlnguette to hear uttered
those words before mentioned here. She has no longer
an ancestress, but—as you say In America—ts It neces
sary to "rub it in?”
Mistinguelte. with Her Hired Mother,
Would Contemplate Those
Ancestors for Hours."
Paris. May 24 f ' ■
B EHOLD! for all Americans of the dls- f - fl
position Joyous who are about to r M
attain their hearts’ desire of a visit 9
to Paris, a word of caution It Is the fra ^ jjT :^pi
ternal Spirit of the Boulevards who gives iffi;.:'
the warning most kindly
Mes amis. It Is dangerous. It is forbidden. ($/ '.- L • ’
to remark certain matters in the presence i.|
of the actress most charming, most splrltu-
•lie. Mile Mlstlnguette Par example
"Ancestry"—ah. non. nevalr, Jamals de
votre vie' A misfortune most horrible has Wf
befallen the noble ancestress of Mile Mis- V *
tlnguette
"Mother"—mat name adorable, but no! \Q.- ■'S-; i ||
Concerning the mother. Mlstlnguette her-
•elf suffers a misfortune most ludicrous. MEm
“Cinema—clnematographlque.'’ whati tn
America you call "movies" But name It IB
not In the presence of Mlstlnguette. It ts fl
herself whom those "movies" have be
trayed Monsieur Dupln, Arsene Lupin.
Sherlock Holmes, could not have betrayed
her with more finished cruelty
Mes amts d'Amerlque, on arriving In Paris you will
yourselves repair directly to the Varieties—naturelment.
Upon the stage you will sec one figure adorable—La
Mlstlnguette Entre nous, you will make the haste to
present yourselves a la porte du stage—at the door of
the stage—with your respects personal for the charming
actress. Oh, oul—cela va sans dire—it goes without
saying—everybody's doin' It Blen But remember,
silence on those matters now mentioned—for those rea
sons now to be explicated
By all the world Is comprehended the reputation of
Mile Mlstlnguette The beauty, the gowns, the Jewels,
the automoMles, the royalty and the nobility at her feet
—all these triumphs most agreeable are with La Mlstln
guette lalt accompli—as you say In America, "she's got
there."
But In her heart most secret to "get there" was to
Mile. Mlstlnguette no more then nothing. C’est vral.
Without the crest, the coat of arms, the noble name—
without the ancestry, *11 the triumph of Mile. Mlstln
guette were no more as * puff of the wind—pouf!
A (tender! The ancestry of Mile. Mlstlnguette
w*» no more distinguished than that of any other gamin
of the alleys In the small French village of Moullns, the
truth of which you will comprehend In the name that Is
bar own—Albertine Bergerolles—and in the occupation
of Mere Bergerollea—une blanchlsseuse—what you call
the wasb-lady. And when the little Albertine run away
to Parts 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.
Enfln. In effect. Mere Bergerolles had no daughter,
and the gamin of Moullns. in six. nine, ten years, the
Mlstlnguette most famous of the ladles of the Paris
id no mother.
stage,
So Mfttlnguette, having everything else so much to
be desired, 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. lata, la!”
For. figure to yourself. Mile. Mlstlnguette have already
discover Id Nimes a poor lady living all alone tn the
world with her title of Comtesse de Tournelles. and
nothing to eat but consomme Jardiniere, and the pot an
feu on Sunday 6o the rich, the famous Parts actress
come to the poor Countess and say to her:
"Is It that you will come to Paris and live with me,
and he nay mother—my ooble ancestress?"
In Mlstlnguette on fhe ‘Movies' She Secs Her Little Albertine as Real as Lilc. and Cries. 'My Little Albertine!
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