TRUE STORY OF SARA BERNHARDT.

Dunstan Times, Issue 977, 7 January 1881, Page 3

TRUE STORY OF SARA BERNHARDT.

O' eo-’rso we all read the nonsense I printed by the Eastern papers on the aub- | ject of Stirs Bernhardt’s physical insnßi- ; cieney, lint very few piople realize h">w j p.-e f ernatural)y thin she i 3, for all that. I The fallowin'! perfectly true inet lent will 1 convey an approximate idaa, however, es-. | p"cia.lly to country readers In whiter of j ’7B the irrepressible and orrinivermis Sa-.a I becama enamnnre'l of an attache of the ■ American Legation in Darts named McD agger. We don’t mean that Mil's, ever actually became one of the great star’s list of allege 1 husbands, but suffice it that success finally orownel her effn-ts to interest the coy renresen f ative of the bird-o’-fr ’odom. The wonderful actress wnr-diip-ped her art more than her lover, howey r which is general!v the case with wande fill actresses ; si it hanpmed that she was not sorry to suddenly disc'ovrir that she possessed a drertd rival in a pretty musette, as just at that moment she was rehearsing the part of .a jealousy, so to speak; she possibly could. To utilize the circumstance to f he host advantage the Bernhardt proceeded to gain secret almission to the rooms' of Mod Huger, in the hones o' wit nessirigan interview between her faithl ’ss admirer, an 1 drawing valuable es'erenoe from the laceration of her own feelings while sn engaged. There was a sh it gun standing in the corner (a° is the ease in most Amo’ican ho Irooiris) into one of the barrels of which the star easily crawled after removing a few aupcrflons articles of •ai parol, which she slinned into the other barrel. Nobody en’ere 1, however, and finally getting tired of w dting, Sara tucked the top wad of the charge under her hj uvl and went, fast asleep. That night there was an alarm of burglars raised, and MoDugger was just in the act of discha-g’ng his gun at s'm.ap' getting ove'r the fence; when Sara who had been awakened by the click of the gnn-Toek, shrieked : ’ “ Don’t shoot; I'm in the gun ! ” “Which barrel —quick ? ” said McGr—- “ The left, hut my things are— -” The attache, however, instantly touched the other trigger, and Simultaneously Sara’s historical high heeled slippers, crashed th-ongh the. housebreaker’s pop ;’s nose, so to speak. “Will yon eome out?” said onr representative, shaking thegnn, “ or shall 1 get the rnuvo 1 and extract you ? ” “ You have fired away all my duds,” said Bernhardt, though, of course, in ex cellentFrench “ I'm afraid I shall have to borrow your gun to wsu hj ime ” “ I guess you’d better,” said McDuggcr, , t( as it looks like rain.” Bo he turned the gun mnzz'a downwards so that she could get, her feet on the floor, and steered her downstairs. The passers in front of Sara's house being much astonished, a few moments later, at beholding a shot enn descend from a coupe aril walk up stairs, propelled by a shadowy pair of unmistakably Hebraic feet. And now what is th'c tender and beautiful lesson taught by this incident? D es it not,, gentle rev’er—dons it not, we say—assure the "arnest an 1 thoughtful stu lent of elementive philology that independent of. and, cnrrelatively apart from, the ornithological influence of contemporaneous animalcnlao, the infinitude of interchangeable othernnss. contaminated though it ho by sepulchral transllicence, can afeldom, or hardly alwiys, iiiioregnate with illusive cynncephe.lian iusistarice the gynaecological asseveration of nrntonlasrrim asim ith, or j either in’ case of frre or sickness iu the I (airiily,