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And so, too, in that loud, crass annex of Broadway, the Café de Paris and in the Moulin Rouge, which died forever from the earth a dozen years ago when the architect Niermans seduced the place with the "art nouveau" and amid the squalid hussies of the fake Tabarin and in the Rue Royale, at Maxim's, with its Tzigane orchestra composed of German gipsies and its toy balloons made by the Elite Novelty Co. of Jersey City, U.S.A.
In a few minutes I heard voices in the other room, one Mr. Pierce's, and one with a strong German accent. "When was that?" Mr. von Inwald's voice. "A year ago, in Vienna." "Where?" "At the Bal Tabarin. You were in a loge. The man I was with told me who the woman was. It was she, I think, who suggested that you lean over the rail " "Ah, so!" said Mr. von Inwald as if he just remembered.
Treading softly, Maxine entered and crept into a seat opposite the trio, realizing, with an indifference that surprised her, that the woman was Lize of the Bal Tabarin and the Café des Cerises-jumelles. The music poured forth, a glittering stream of sound.
"Poor Lize! She has a good heart! That was the night at the Bal Tabarin. That night Lucien opened his arms, and I flung myself into them." She spoke with perfect artlessness, ignorant of a world other than her own, innocent of a moral code other than that which she followed.
D. D. Yes indeed, Grattelard: you would have cut a fine figure drinking out of a bottle with your nose in a sling. Grat. By the Georgics of Virgil, 'twould be all up with spectacles for my old age. Tabarin was the first of the series of clowns that enlivened the streets of Paris for two hundred years, or, at any rate, the first to attain celebrity: Bobèche in our own century was the last.
First there must be my Mi-Carême my hour!" "Ah!" whispered the little Jacqueline, "your hour!" And who shall say what memories glinted through her quick brain what conjurings of the first waltz with M. Cartel at the Moulin de la Galette, and the last waltz at the Bal Tabarin, when she stepped through the tawdry doorway into her paradise? "Your hour! And where will it be spent madame?" "Ah!"
Max, looking at her in the crude light of a gas-jet, saw that her face was whiter, her eyes more hollow than when her wrath had fallen on him at the Bal Tabarin; also, he noted that a little dew of heat showed through the mask of powder on her face. Silence was maintained until the wine was brought; then she drank thirstily, laid down her empty glass and turned her eyes upon him.
That's the big thing. Merry Christmas." An auspicious opening, that, to Christmas-Day. And they had carried out the program as outlined. Mrs. Boyer had enjoyed it, albeit a bit horrified at the Christmas gayety at the Tabarin. The next morning, however, she awakened with a keen reaction. Her head ached. She had a sense of taint over her.
"You're better-looking then you ever were, Jennie; and if you weren't you're the only woman for me, anyhow. Don't you think I realize what this exile means to you and that you're doing it for me?" "I I don't mind it." "Yes, you do. To-night we'll go out and make a night of it, shall we? Supper at the Grand, the theater, and then the Tabarin, eh?" She loosened herself from his arms.
He is said to have styled himself Tabarin because he usually appeared in a little tabard, called in Italian tabarrino, but his true name and his nationality are alike unknown.
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