Here is a genius breaking her heart, and
lobbing out her swan-song oblivious of tbe
nrute crowd of men, whose scoff and satire
.re silent in their absorlred admiration of Uer
sdorable art. Flowers are torn out of
Buttonholes, Lou Lous are seized from the
cable and cant at her feet, while
«he sU|ii<is up dignified to acknowledge
with a majestic bow tire ovation proffered
Our host most judiciously clashes on tbe
•trained nerves by calling upon Olga for a
lance. Olga—whose eyes and lithe figure,
tressed in a blue, clinging silk, and all she
has of beauty, for her mouth is too large, and
tier nose too long—pretends to tie shy. She
ran not dance. However, no refusal is accept
eal, nud guitars and voices break out in a
gypsy break-down. Olga, spreading out her
arms and fingers like a uautch girl, floats
round the limited space assigned to her with
t little scream, au<i her eyes turned up in
Bcstacy, and gradually works herself up.
Krom her head downward, she is in motion.
