. Bohemian Paris of to-day . HOW NEGRO STUDENTS ARE WELCOMED they wear shining silk hats, white waistcoats, whitespats, patent leathers, and very light kid gloves,not to mention a load of massive jewelry. Thegirls flutter about them in bevies, like doves to befed. At exactly a quarter-past midnight the band playedthe last piece, the lights began to go out, and theBal BuUier was closed. Out into the boulevard surged the heated crowd, shouting, singing, and cutting capers as they headed for the Boul Mich, there to continue the revelries of which the Bal Bullier was only the beginning. A 126 LE B
. Bohemian Paris of to-day . HOW NEGRO STUDENTS ARE WELCOMED they wear shining silk hats, white waistcoats, whitespats, patent leathers, and very light kid gloves,not to mention a load of massive jewelry. Thegirls flutter about them in bevies, like doves to befed. At exactly a quarter-past midnight the band playedthe last piece, the lights began to go out, and theBal BuUier was closed. Out into the boulevard surged the heated crowd, shouting, singing, and cutting capers as they headed for the Boul Mich, there to continue the revelries of which the Bal Bullier was only the beginning. A 126 LE BOUL MICH la Taverne du Pantheon! Au Cafe Lorrain !All Cafe dHarcourt ! were the cries that rano-through the streets, mingled with the singing of halfa thousand people. In this mob we again encoun-tered our American acquaintance with his prize, andas he was bent on seeing all that he could of Paris,. ENCORE DES DEMI-MONDAINES he begged us to see him through, explaining thatmoney was no object with him, though delicatelyadding that our friends must make so many callsupon our hospitality as to prove a burden at had only two days more in Paris, and the hourswere precious, and we will do things up in style,he declared buoyantly. He did. Bishops arm was securely held by a little lassieall in soft creamy silks. She spoke Engleesh, anddemurely asked Bishop if we will go to ze cafe 127 BOHEMIAN PARIS ensemble, nest-ce-pas ? and Bishop had not theheart to eject her from the party. And so five of uswent skipping along with the rest, Mr. Pugson swear-ing by all the gods that Paris was the top of the earth !When we reached the lower end of the Jardin duLuxembourg, at the old Palais, the bright glow ofthe cafes, with their warm stained windows and light-hearted throngs, stretched away beforeus. Ah, le Boul Mich never sleeps !There are still the laughing grisettes,the sincrinor and dan
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