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Jock back a bit into, personal and a-educate PlaW discover contra a st. There re. however. examples and examples. For of contrast there probably is no better illustration than the case of Lina Cavalleri of Pobert glraandee opera singer, famous beauty, and parted wife Winthrop Chanler.

When any one in the world first to. at Lina Cavalier' she was thin little pi-rezram seller in a Roman opera house. Carlo de Rudini, of an Italian official of the tirne, took an interest ia the sad sing ing in grand opera. Today she is reput-il to 1,,, oce of the wealthiest women in grand opera. I.i.t her tell in her time: herself of the kind of adoration men have given her "It was in St.

I was filling a long engagement. At such times I hire a coachman by the month, and at the time of which I am telling you I was particularly pleased with my man wha had Just the proper mixture of aloctnes-s and attentiveness. I always gave him a liberal pour boire. which was accepted with the wooden-dignity of a 1.2rfectly trained private coachman. The day I left Russia an exquisitely appointed carriage stopped before my hotel, the footman leaving a pavel and coroneted note for me.

They were from my coachman who proved to be a prince!" laughed the singer: The note was perfect. lie had wanted to serve' meto be near' me. etc upon investigating the roarcel I found a magnificent golden casket bearing my monogram in diamonds and holding every ruble of the various pour boires I had given my quasi coachman. "Perhaps the most roma tically presented of my Eliher star rose, and burned, and set no one has been 'able to think of the IS woman rising from obscurity to the glamour of wealth and power without associating- the name of Eugenie Mont ijo. Ir.

To most only her Christian name will be familiar, yet there was a day when the fact that an ambassador's wife sneeringly rererred to her as a Mlle. Montijo played its part in a European war. Eugenie Montijo was born in S'pain of a parentage In which there was Scotch and English blood. Her father belonged to a trifling nobility which none might take too seriously; her mother could speak of no genealogy. They were even pieor.

these obscure Spaniards. Frequently there was question about the money to educate the daughters. Nearly every one has read the romantic story of the sorceress who told the little senorita when she had developed into nothing mere than a daring tomboy of some 14 years, "She shall be But no mere royalty was to hound the ambitions of this unknown girl. In the end she became empress, despot over much of Europe's society, the cause behind the greatest war of modern Europeempress of beauty and Lash ion. Possibly in London, but more probably later in Paris, this young and wonderfully beautiful girl met the man who had been a table waiter in England and was destined to become emperor of the French.

Following the third Napoleon's elevation to the residency, this acquaintance with Mlle. Montijo grew into an intimacy that alarmed Napoleons ambitious friends. With the coup that made him emperor, Napoleon sent to the mother of a note saying that no marriage could come of this." Mme. Montijo, however, received the envoy with such show of breeding and forbearance that the Impressionable Napoleon was only the more infatuated. Then came a season of walks and rides in the palace grounds, at which the emperor paid the young girl more attention than he vouchsafed the princesses of his court.

It all concluded in the announcement of an engagement and, a year later, the marriage. The He Discusses" A Young Girl's Castles in Spain and Her Four Room Finish," with "Kebby" Bill and Maizie, the Belle of the Twilight Lunch. face-to-face with her true ideal in life. She has not come to the big third act of love's young dream, where sne walks in her sleep and scorns the carpet tacks and assorted broken glass of this sordid existence." "When will that happen?" demanded Maizie It may happen this very night," promised Taxi 411. "But I'd rather plank my bet that it will occur next Saturday evening.

when you attend the fourth annual dance of the Ninth Ward Athletic, Penuchle, and Culture club, wearing your new windproof hobble narrowed at the bottom with the hemmiest hem that ever made a mere observer cry Some nice young man, employed as aeronaut on a high stool in the Eleventh National bank, will see the hobble and then take time to observe the baby stare that goes with It Also the cunning ringlets, constellation of dimnles. and the pearly-gates-to-heaven grin 'In the course of one Boston two-step and a Galtesville, encore your handsome candy kid is smitten with a sudden pain. he thinks his shoes are pinching, but ere long he finds that he is deeply in love, love that is four shades deeper than the black bow tie that sets him off in his Tuxedo like a head waiter. After two mouth gargles he is calling you by your first name, and by its appellation forelock that, and ere the cloak room rush has begun he has obtained permission to call on you, not at the Twilight Lunch, but at the sign of the old pink parlor lamp, at 8:10 p. m.

next week. Fast stepping, believe me. And when he comes and gets introduced to the old folks he will flash a pair of balcony seats for moving pictures at the CarfareOpera house." Taxi 411 paused to reel a dish of spaghetti like a film and then proceeded: "Then good-by to you, At first y4uS, pet candy kid, or as they say in our best circles now, your cuckoo guy, will start out with 'a giddy line of conversation. His lips will be chapped all over with funny cracks. In fact, he'll be so humorous tat he'd make an almanac Joke book envious enough to crawl under a green cover.

But pretty soon he'll begin to find the parlor sofa, which doubles in brass as the old mans bedstead, a more pleasant place than front seats in the balcony or a preferred table right ou the main aisle in the Greek emporium for ice cream and other snow huts for microbes. You will find him talking soft and low and nudging a bit nearer .11. sag in the center of the furniture. His chatter will gradually confine itself to four Jons in a cute little flat, barring a brief junket to Niagara Falls. That's always a sign that a youth is about to make the big Splash.

Matzle. dear. Then, 0 visions of white veils and similarly tinted slippers. of a No. 4 digit, laden with a spark which would make its mark in either good society or plate glass, of a rice shower and a shower Of kisses, of a delft kitchen effect of an ice box that is as handy as a traveler's safety shaving outfit anti nearly as commodious, of lavish bliss on $75 a nonth, of contentment, of undying affection, of faith in the future, and of several other little things." "Ain't he the prophet, though?" Maizie interposed.

"Let him catch his breath," said "Kebby" Bill. "Where, 0 where," gasped Taxi 411. will your visions of millions ')e then, Matzle? Where will you chuck the Lotion that a younger son off a live branch of an ancient timily tree i lurking in the corner, waiting to lift you into a panting fed macadam frigate, and tl ride with you straight through the front door of the nearest rectory? How quickly will you consign to the basket of old memories, hair combings and other trash the mental picture of how you would look when being ptesented at court, adorned on the top with the cork of a cologne bottle and tripping at the danger end of It satin train that needs a caboose for its finale instead of a boy in court page tatters. How sbon--" -How soon are you going to climb down off that stool and give the general public a chance?" chirped Maizie. "You were through eating long ago." -He needs a lot of jaw exercise." chuckled "Kebby" But say," cried Maizie as Taxi 411 turned to go away.

"Do you think my hair looks all right this way for the dance next Saturday night?" face of the Boers among the kopies and treks and schnapps of South Africa." "Well," admitted Maizie, I did have something like that in my mind's eye" Then better try drawing the upper lid down over your left cheekbone," advised Taxi 411. "If that doesn't remove the pesky thing, call in a drug clerk." "She'll get over it, 'cause she's young yet," said "Kebby" Bill. 'Not all of them murmured Taxi 411. "0, yes, in the course of time," insisted "Kebby" Bill. "Old man, you've been curing your spring fever with the wrong kind of wisdom herbs," said the gasoline oracle.

"If you think that the slow process of time alone will erase such a notion from the female hive of thought, you'd better go out and duck your own crock of reason in a bag of oats. Time will have no more effect on the nobility than it would have on the sample wax porkchop that has been displayed in the front window of the Twilight Lunch next to the musical oyster shells, since the days when the Carlisle college yell alone disturbed these virgin, untrodden plains and forests. Some women may lose their girlish beauty, their ideals, and their youthful zest for forehead bangs and other late wigwags from Paris, but once thoroughly vaccinated with dementia aristocratis, nothing will convince one of that class that she was not cut out on dotted lines for a lady with an adult or a countess or a duchess, or for any of those titles that are still in Dutch with the plain Americans Of the boiler plate weekly and wrinkled woolen socks districts. "Maizie here thinks her forte Is not skipping bread platters across to a bunch of freaks with Indistinct notions as to whether a knife is a weapon of defense or a trowel for plastering up the crevice In one's appetite. Neither does she think her birth star twinkled in delighted anticipation that some day she would be 'yelling 'hot roes' beef an' hashbrown through the clattering spaces of the Twilight Lunch to a French chef who got his education aboard a battleship, where he mastered nothing but the composition of plum duff and salt pork ragout and the art of stretching a 9 cent rubber ration over a solid week." "You always said you liked his pancakes," protested Maizie.

"I tried to flatter him, but his last ones were a flat failure," said Taxi 411. "But getting back to the subject, you are even now writhing in discontent with your lot in life. Don't take on so. Nor do I advise you to mope around and mix tears with the dew on the coffee boiler in the hope that some scion of the diamond trust or the incandescent gold oth monopoly will stroll into the Twilight Lunch, yearning for some good, old-fashioned whatizzit croquettes, such as he grew fond of when 'he went broke once in a Wyoming village, where they don't cash checks unaccompanied by police profile and thumb prints. 0, I know what you're dreaming of, Maizie, dear.

And then you will hope that your fatal beauty will hit him like a lightning rod and impetuously he will ask your name while asking for the salt, admire your eyes while stoking up ort canned peas, press your hand around the sugar bowl, and then slip on the gold knuckle belt that signifies that you are betrothed to a country estate and a town house ou a swell avenue where traffic and children are prohibited. Also a dressmaking account in Paris, a hotel stifle at Monte Carlo, a bathing suit at Ostend that would shock the home folks, and grouse preserves in Scotland, or perhaps in Sweden, or Graustark." You think you're a mind reader, don't you?" sniffed Maizie. "He's always jumping at conclusions that way," said "Kebby" Bill. always take a spyglass' Out to the end of the springboard," retorted Taxi 411, pursuing a coy wedge of corned beef hash over. his plate.

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.1 4:401.10 t. ir .4, f'' tetsv, 4 1 Te." l' 4 fxi, 7 f- 1 A Z- i 7t 4 r- 4 I 4, --t, :4 4 4r, 't 4 A i pA, a 4. T'l s. A 0 i' 4 r- 4, 4 By GENE MORGAN. AY, isn't it something great the way these American heiresses are training for the coronation?" Maizie, the belle of the Twilight Lunch, leaned over the counter and glanced at the paper that was being studied 'eagerly by "Kebby" Bill, the veteran cab driver.

"I preMme it will be the event of their lives," remarked "Kebby" Bill, lowering his spectacles. "But then, 1 believe in letting them enjoy themselves." "Say, it must be grand, learning how to pilot an eight foot train and to arrange the coiffure for one's coronet," said Maizie, rapturously. "Don't I get any butter?" The speaker was Taxicab Chauffeur 411, who met "Kebby" Bill on terms of truce each evening at the Twilight Lunch. "And while you're fleeting across the oleo don't forget to hold your chin high and to keep your patrician ears averted from the working classes," said Taxi 411 unto Maizie. "Don't lose sight for one minute that with just a little practice and some new corset lines you could walk out of this cheap-and-speedy and mingle with the ermine robed set, and the royal hunting set, and the polo set, and the noon breakfast set, as if you had been to the manner born." Are you referring to anyone present in particular?" said Maizie, serving his butter with plenty of Ice flecks, and giving her hair bandeau a haughty pat.

"0 mistake me not," protested Taxi 411. gashing the butter without ceremony. "I was not trying to infer that one of your culture and carriage could not show up some of these society beauties we read about, who always get photographed with a dog, especially a bulldog, on account of the fact that the runt-hound has a face which would moult a cuckoo clock, as well as cripple an elevator indicator. No, Matzle, you don't need to stack up with a canine nightmare with an underjaw studded like an asphalt scraper in order to make your fatal beauty contrast with the nearby scenery." "Maizie would take a good picture," remarked "Kebby" "Well, you just ought to see my new postcard portraits," said Nialzie, with a smile for Taxi 411. What I was going to say," went on the chauffeur, is that you, a fine, healthy, freeborn American girl, with a complexion like the marmalade labels and a wad of auburn tresses to beat a first act entrance by Mrs.

Fiske, ought not to be moping around because you can't do the foreign nobility thing. Say, you don't know when you're in luck. I'm not trying to peddle any cheer-up mottoes, but honest, Maizie, don't be trying to imagine how you'd look in the newspapers next to pure reading matter and adjacent to a Cablegram about the spread of hasheesh smoking among the, ladies of Mayfair, with a top line to the effect that you are engaged to 'is lordship, Maj. Tinneblocke de Courtplastyre, Knight of the Garter, Knight of the Pink Galluses, First Polisher of the Royal Tankard, K. C.

C. O. D.the last three initials having been bestowed for the pale, codfish gills be displayed in the (224ZZP'Qk sorceress had spoken truth. was more than queen. There were problems ahead, to be sure.

The old royalties of Europe took unkindly to the adventurer emperor of France and were much the more outraged at the elevation of the unknown and disparaged Mlle. Montijo to the throne. But Eug6nie had youth and beauty and wit, a capacity for leadership. and a knack of doing the unexpected. Slowly but surely Europe swallowed its rancor and accepted her.

There followed the most brilliant court period of modern times, to be terminated only when the Prussian armies won at Sedan and put the emperor to flight. The exile in England that followed has not yet ended. Napoleon himself died not long after his final defeat. but the Empress who began life poor and oipseure, still lives on her big estates. even in her great age perhaps the most talked and written of woman on earth.

trophies is one which I keep always in my boudoir at borne. It wile tne gilt of a prince who stood one cold night after the opera outside the stage entrance awaiting my appearance. As I passed through the door he waved aside the footman and, opening my carriage himseff, threw down his fur lined evening cloak for me to step oti. I rotested. but he begged so earnently that I consented, passing over the rich sable as lightly and quickly as possible, the street urchins cheering as I did so.

It seems a good I cried as he Aissed my band; the people cheer Then accept the garment and keep it as a answered the prince, and in exchange give ale the flower that has lain next your heart as you sane What could I do but obey?" laughed the singer. THE SPY-A WOMAN'S LOVE STORY. MORITURUS TE SALUTAL. TWO SISTERS WHO ROSE TO FORTUNE. I ANNA BLINSTON.

sharpshooters on the shore will fire. There is but one recourseone Only. To capsize the boatyou will dive and swim agathst the current with all your might. My screams for help will attract everybody's attention to me while you escape. I am Only a woman.

I prize my love for you higher than the love of my country. If you die you die like a man, not like a dog with a rope around your neck. The man you?" he asked. "I shall cling to the boat till they come. There is no danger, I swim like a fish.

Are you ready? Have you' thrown your coat, revolver, shoes?" "This is not your good-by. War does not last an eternity. I shall return if I may?" "Yes, if you wish." A cloud of pain swept over the features of the girl; her eyes were full of tears. "Are you ready "And are you sure you will be saved?" "Yes, yes," came an anguished sigh, "but hurry." "Farewell," he whispered as the boat capsized. When the girl came to the surface she gave a cry, a cry which gave the man who fought against the current the veconds necessary for his escape, while all the boats hastened toward her.

Bt.t there was 'only one cry. The search was Ions but in vain. Blackbird. whose music is liquid rest, Pour me a draft of your flawless delight; Heron, blotting the saffron? west, For me, for me, be your lonely eight; And, straight from the lands of old romance, Kingfisher. clad in that elfin blue.

Let me behold you gleam and glance. For soon I must take my leave of you. Poplars, whisper to me your vows, Tell me the way of the wind's caress; Beeches, unbind your noble brows, Shake over me each billowing tress; Woodland pools. with your pensive smile, And woodland flowers, shy, sweet, and true. Lend me your virginal eyes a while, For soon I must take my leave of you.

Green grass, be charitable to me Though I bend the spears of your patient hosts Teach me your large passivity, Since in turn, must lie undermost But you. Brother Worm let. go your way. No leave-taking lies before us two. For w'e must be housemates many a day.

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i i v-f 0 ORTITNE hits strange places and selects that's stranger children. In the words of cur- rent slang, one of the best things fortune does. Of old, when the world's heart was younger the youth went out t44 into the highways with his sword and his pack, one to propitiate the gods of necessity and the other to fight sed 'vanquish fortune. Often the young man came back with his seoucer at his chariot wheels. More often he never returned.

But fortune has changed tacties. grown tired of being hunted and taken the Instance the sisters Delgado. All good stories begin thus: Once upon a time. Well in is particularly fortuitous time there lived in Malaga, which chances to be in Spain, a seller of chestnuts, and he was pitiably poor. Poverty being always pitiable or worse this circumstance is no tittle singular.

The chestnut seller had a little stand in the street where the chance passer bought copper coins' 'worth of mealy nuts. The chestnut seller had also two lithe and desert eyed daughters, who danced in mere childish life-love before his stall. One of the same passersb who bought occasional chestnuts remarke, on the grace of the daughters and filled their provincial Malaga hearts with high ambition. So it came about that the father Delgado moved to Madrid one spring and took with him his two little daughters, Anita and Vittoria. In the blithe Spanish capital they found engagements as dancers, first in ordinary where the dance was hardly the thing, but later in better resorts, and, finally, ot the stage.

Ambition seemed to have been kissed by fulfillment But one day a new king was to be crowned and the great of the world attended. Among visitors was a man from a far and fabulous country, where, so the dancers heard, the palaces of this man were studded with dove's blood rubies and basilisk eyed emeralds. One day he entered the theater where Anita was dancing, saw bow lithe and young and wonderful she was and loved her. And be took her away to the distant land, which men call Kapurthala and describe as being in India and married her. and they lived in a three million dollar palace or traveled over the world trying not without success to spend a tight little income of $800,000 a year.

RICH GIRL-POOR GIRL; WHICH IS BETTER WIFE? "It is too pitiable, too pitiable," murmured an old white-haired colonel. "I did not wish her to expose herself to such a danger. The matter was too conclusive. b'ut she insisted so urgently that I finally consented." "But what happened when the boat capsized?" asked a young did not see it, did you?" "She threw herself overboard. She must have known It was sure death to them both.

Neither could swim, at least that is what she told me last night. Both were drowned. Why did she do it?" The only one who could answer this question was now far away, searching his path through the underbrush, dreaming of the days which were never to come. HE splendid stars of the south threw their mild shimmer over the waters of the broad river, and just above the swaying tree-tops gleamed the faint rays of a pale crescent moon. Deep and dark fantastic shadows shrouthd the shores.

2 From an almost hidden cove, 71 -boat swiftly gained the main then the man rested on the oars while the boat The woman who faced him broke the silence. "Arthur," she said without a tremor in her voice, "how does it seem to be a spy In one's own coentry?" Notwithstanding the dim, flickering, light she saw that he was pale With a voice as calm as her own he gave an evasive answer. ''It seems to she continued, "that it must be worse than death. Ever to be on the alert; never to forget the least detailsto forget is death. And to know with almost a certainty that death sooner or later is unavoidable.

Does not this create an anguish which develops a nervous. irresistible yearning to be caught? Only a foel or a hero can be a spy. Arthur, which are you? She leaned forward and looked him in the eyes. -Why do you ask," he said, "how can you that I am a spy?" "I know it. Don't take the trouble to deny it.

It is useless. I know it as do all the rest." The man suddenly sat erect and looked searchingly about. All was still. The wavelets glimmered in the starlight and the shadows lay heavily black along the shores. "How do you came at last his question.

"That does not matter. Did you not know that it was only a question of time? Did not know that one day you must be caught? And thenthe end!" nodled end. I know that It must come some day. But some one must run the risk. Why not I as well as some one else? But you? I have no right to ask, but I have loved you.

Love gives even a spy certain prerogatives. Was it you who discovered my secret?" "No," she said, with a negative motion of the head, "it was not I. I did not know it till tonight. You have been suspected for a long time, -but there were no definite proofs. I offered to prove your innocence.

That is the reason why I asked you to take me ot.t on the river tonight. And now you have forged the, last link to the chain of your guilt yourself. When you, a moment ago, signaled with your cigar, you had no idea how many of your countrymen watched for this action. You say you love me, and yet you have used me, not once, but many times, as a cloak for signals to your friendsmy country's enemies. Am I right?" "'He who puts his hand to the plow and hams he quoted.

"This is war. May the fate of my country be upon my head. You do not know what anguish this has cost me. But it is true that I love you." "And I you," she moaned. "And now to die and now to die," he muttered.

"In every bush lies a man with a cocked rifle. A moment ago I saw an oar gleam upon the water Of course I shall fight." "No, you shall not fight, but neither shall you die. Tour revolver is t.seless, the cartridges have been drawn. If you make the least suspicious motion the (Continued from firmt ottize.1 "Alt!" said a grandmother to a colleze professor the other day. "it is a good sight to me to see our girls returning iPr1 their "I have taught girls many years," the professor.

"I have found always they are workers if they are given work to do. But thuy Avork aimlessly any more than the men They must have a definite outlet for their energies." The chestnut seller's daughter is -now the Maharanee of Kapurthala. And the sister Vittoria, cl.f. too was beautiful. One day a rich young man acorn another far land came through Madrid and saw her as her sister had been seen.

Het too, loved her and took ber away to that dis- tant land where the buildings are tall and the fields wide and married her. So much for the chestnut seller's daughters. Since all my golden dreams are flown, And gone are all the magic days; Since the broad radiance of my sun Is dwindled to a deathly haze -k Then what In the shadowy world am But a blind soul groping under the sky? Man's Fears Prove Unfotrnded. All of this study which Modern man so feared might further wreck the home ideals of toda has but strengthened them instead. The 11 girl has found that the home she makes is a re.0 for in the landnot a plaything.

She has found her plate in the world is not merely that of the gary sweet- ness but the spice. She is learning upon her depends much of mares business and professional success. In her is awakening the political ambitiens for the nation that man in his all-absorbine bIsliJss quest has or been forced to perni't, to die. ehe doesn't want the offices, but she wants men to want them, and she realizes that 1-ght tr(n need righthomes and right moral force to prolece right heredity. She is finding her "definite Thi is the mother of the future.

Is rih girl or the poor girl the better wife of Neither Thi middle class girl, whether she is ric poor. ig the best wife of today. And with her wealth she means to rear daughters who will have a sense of their opportunities and their responsibiliticc. Andif there is not wealth she means to do it arywaY. for 'If a woman will.

she will and there's the end o' Since from the center I am passed a region dark and dense, Unto a very dismal land. Unto the bare circumference Then what in the wibtry world 'am I But a wanderer under an alien sky? right! tPauline a a a a had member agreed etd the la al I. of Wiirtembgrg gave his assent to this m6salliance, Aoyi-laY ad only after Princess all Phreir family on the day of her wedding and to adopt for herself the title of Baroness von Kirbach. She re-thrill mained friendly with her Mother, who died in 191, but all the rest of her royal relatives beTcotted her relentlessly ever afterward. She has borne their diszen pleasure without unhappiness, has been a good wife to her husband.

aiding him in hAs work, and has taken a keen interest in politics. When studying social questions the princess WE'S a regular visitor at Socialist meetings in Breslau. Now, after the death of her husband, she has decided to con-She tinue residence in Breslau and to devote herself to, the many charitable works in which her husband was keenly interested. HE death of Dr. Melchior WI Ilim.

an emiT, tient physician of Breslau. Gerinany, at the age of 57 recalls a romance of thirty years ago, which at that time sent a thrill of alarm through the royal houses -W. of Europe. Dr. Willim was the first ordinary citizen to captivate and marry a princes of royal blood.

On May 1880. he married Princess Pauline of Wtirtemberg, who was then 26 years of age: The king of Wtirtemberg had made ambitious -matrimonial plans for this princess, and there was a huge scandal when she decided to marry this medical man. She had made his acquaintance at a Silesian castle owned by her parents. It was only after long opposition that King Charles HE death of Dr. Melchior Willim.

an emt- Tient physician of Breslau. Gerinany, at the age of 57 recalls a romance of thirty years ago, which at that time sent a of alarm through the royal houses W. of Europe. Dr. Willim was the first ordinary to captivate and marry a princes of royal blood.

On May 1, 1880. he married Princess Pauline of Wtirtemberg, who was then 26 Years of age: The king of Wtirtemberg had made ambitious matri- monial plans for this princess, and there was a huge scandal when she decided to marry this medical man. had made his acquaintance at a Silesian castle owned by her parents. It was only after long opposition that King Charles E'ince I can know my bitter change, Since I can mourn with poignant pain, Since I do think the light that shone In clearer climes will shine again Then what in the wizard world can I But eagerly scan the dim glass of the sky? E. H.

Vislak. THE CHICAGO SUNDAY TRIBUNE..