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BROOKLYN LIFE. Hiss Emma Bullet. Something about the Eagles Paris Correspondent, BY OUR OWN. FVO 1 know Emma Bullet," repeated Marchesi the Ok other day to me in that vigorous voice of hers, and in answer to my question, to be sure, she is an exceptionally dear friend of mine, and one of the wittiest women in Paris;" and thereupon she gave me the. tickets I had demanded for her concert, as though Miss Bullet's name had been the open sesame to that box of singing birds which Marches! lets forth every spring just so surely as the horse-chestnuts bloom or the lilacs tained her own.

I have known both of these brave and talented women for years, and Miss Van's summer vacation is nearly always spent with her sister in Paris. It is needless for me to speak of her admirable method and delicious voice, or of the ad-vantages she derives musically from her intimacy with Mr. and Mrs. Krehbiel and Dr. and Mrs.

William Jarvie. Miss Bullet has entertained any number of Brooklynites at her pretty home among them Mr. and Mrs. Alden S. Swan, Mr.

and Mrs William Van Anden, Mr. and St. Clair McKelway, Dr. William Jarvie, Mr. Francis Fischer Powers and others.

Among the foreigners one meets at her house are Madame Emma Nevada and her little daughter Mignon, whom all Paris loves from the little dimples in her cheeks to the sweet baby voice which already hums all the most difficult airs of her famous mother's repertoire Madame Melba, Madame Marchesi, Otto Brandes, the world renowned Paris correspondent of the Berlin 7'age Bla't since his expulsion from France consequent upon his, perhaps wrongly construed, endeavor to drag Carnot's son into the Panama embioglio and in fact almost every one of note in the Paris and journalistic world. For she is past mistress of the art to draw her friends about her, and wha is more she keeps them with the charm of her genial smile, a tremendous fund of common sense, a keen, quick intelligence, and a vast appreciation of the good things within her gates which may not always be had for the asking. It was typical of her big heart and universal sympathy when some one told her the other day enthusiastically, I do love and respect the women who succeed." Yes," she nodded gravely, but how about the women who try and don't The post of foreign correspondent is not always an easy one, just from the fact of one's not feeling the same pulse of which one is demanded to count the heart beats. Hearts at home beat to a different measure than hearts abroad, and it all depends upon the point of view but journalism in any form is a vast experience, and teaches an adaptability to circumstances which, although difficult at first, accomplishes finally a desirable result in broadening the character and sympathies, to say nothing of one's blossom. Miss Bullet lives in a charming little apartment in the Rue de Tocqueville, and is one of the best known and most representative of American women in Paris.

Hospitable to a degree, proud and happy in her work, and abundantly glad to welcome every Brooklyniie who passes through Paris, she has as distinctive a calling list. It is all part and parcel of that same old lesson which tells us the market value of goods is adjudged by the buyer, not the seller, which teaches great painters to paint portraits which sell instead of revelling in a delirium of individuality which does not, which teaches the journalist he must write what the public will read. I remember some four years ago St. Clair McKelway's scathing of a Brooklvn politician who shall be nameless, personality as a woman as she has acquired as a correspondent. "Very pretty," remarked Mr.

McKelway, as he gazed around her apartment last fall when Mrs. McKelway and he were doing the sights of Paris, but," he added, with that little twinkle in his eye which we all know so well," woman should not live alone." To which Miss Bullet responded mischievously that she did not since she had the Brooklyn Eagle" and that "if the days were forty-eight hours long," she would still find something to Born in Belfort, France, of French parents, Miss Bullet spoke French long before she became acquainted with English. Even now she is guilty of a slight accent in the latter tongue. Thirty years of her life were spent in Cincinnati she has been in Paris mostly ever since, even remained in it during the siege, and will recount to you, with tears in her eyes, all about that awful time. She is essentially Parisienne, and her French is absolutely flawless she is possessed of all the wit and charm and intense appreciation which is accorded those fortunate ones who are privileged to live in a great city within reach of art of every denomination.

It was Chateaubriand who told us talent is to work," a talent which Miss Bullet possesses to a marked degree. She has always written to some extents her pen being to her a means of -grace, and the Eagle the exponent of her thoughts. All one acquires after all in this world," said Elizabeth Browning, "is the place to work Miss Bullet has not alone found the place, she has retained it. Brooklyn has listened to what she has to say, and for that reason she loves Brooklyn. This summer is the anniversary of her tenth year on that newspaper, and, looking backwards, one finds a quantity of conscientious clever work laid up to her credit, a consummation which perhaps we may not all boast of.

As a woman, Miss Bullet has always done the duty which lay nearest her, which is as courageous an interpretation of life as is imaginable. She was an unselfish, loving daughter, and is the most affectionate and encouraging of sisters. Her sister is Miss Marie Van, soprano of Dr. Cuyler's church in Brooklyn. Miss Van adopted the name of her stepfather, whereas Miss Bullet re whom, he considered, had obtained his nomination through trickery and his brilliancy of intellect principally from his strict disregard for truth.

"But he is a brilliant man, nevertheless," I argued, if brains and intelligence count for anything he surely deserves this reward for it." "Brilliant," repeated Mr. McKelway, "brains," and then he gave vent to the following immense expression of a very small impression, His mind has the agility of a monkey's tail, and the cuteness of the prick of a pin and thus he mercilessly disposed of my illusions. It was a point of view journalistically concentrated on its subject, and condensed into supreme contempt, and yet I venture to say even as his own editor he would have questioned the wisdom of its insertion in his own newspaper, one's point of view is so often very materially influenced by one's public. Foreign correspondence is an effort at being in touch with the elements which govern home interests. With a heart as loving, a nature as broad and a purpose as conscientious as Miss Bullet's, it is but natural she should succeed.

Jennie Buliard Waterbury, Paris, April 25th, 1893..