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"The surest test of man's character is not the personality
with which he meets the world in his everyday associa
tion with society, but his appraisal by those most intelli
gent of all animals, the horse and the dog," declares Miss
ON(.'E upon a time there came a prince,
of wondrous high estate, a-courting
tin- hand and millions of Loula Long,
hpiross to America's lumber king, R. A. Long,
of Kansas City.
The fame of the dashing American girl,
' whose father built palaces for her, and whose
autos are studded with diamonds, had lured
to her doorstep the proudest scion of an an
cient family that had chummed with the roy
alty of Europe, for lo! these many centuries.
"My castles, my lands, my lineage, my
past and mv devoted future all arc yours,"
said the noble prince with courtly obeisauce
to the million-heiress.
"And, loving me. will you love my dog and
my horse?" asked the heiress to the greatest
lumber lands in the new world.
^"That I will." the prince replied, for
'princes, so 'tis said, love wisely and we if
when heiresses are at stake. '"I shall do
scribe my virtue's to your father: I shall seek
to persuade him I am the proper mate for
his charming daughter." said the prince.
" You *11 do nothing of the kind," said Miss
Loula. "You'll just coine out with me to the
stables and see what The King thinks of you.
He's a better .judge of husbands than my
father ever w.
"The King?" exclaimed the princely
suitor. "The King? And what King, I
pray you. tarries in the stable?"
"The b?-st King in the world." his fair one
told him: "the winner-of more blue ribbons
than you have decorations."
True to her word the heiress led ihe prince
to the stables?the famous Long stables,
where half a score of thoroughbreds whin
nied fro mi their sialls their welcome to their
mistress. Tin* King was the newest favorite
-?recent winin r of the highest award at the
International Horse Show at London..
"Tat him on the nose," commanded the
The amazed prince tried to obey; but The
Hint: wouldn't let him. In impudent disre
gard of the princely graciousness bestowed
upon hiin. The King curled his trembling
nostril* and angrily snipped the princely
"The Kill}; gives you your
roller. I'll ho out every time
you 'call." said the heiress
to thf prince.
The Long fortune, won
from tin* woods by the
shrewd lumberman, is esti
mated at $".0,000,000. Vast
empires in Texas, Arkansas,
Oklahoma and New Mexico
contribute to the chain of
mills which reaches from
Kansas City to the gulf. To
all of this Miss Long is the
sole heiress. When her
fame went abroad as a horse
woman. her worth in gold
brought suitors hovering
about her. First came the
Prince Ledochowski, of Po
land. who sousrht the heiress
in her father's mansion. It.
was he. so they say, whose
suit was referred to "The.
King." and who was given
his mitten, not by the heir
ess herself, but by the sleek
skinned thoroughbred who
had not. time for princes.
Then, in quick succession,
Miss Long's engagement was
announced to Val Crane, the
noted American horseman;
to "William Thompson, the
athletic son of the Chicago
teur, and to other noted
horsemen and society gal
When tiic Grand Duke Michael Michaelo
Ivitch, unele of the recently dethroned czar,
'visited America, Miss Long was presented
at his New York reception, at the home of
Mrs. John Jacob Astor. The London Tattler,
which knows all things that have to do with
romances in which the -scions of the elect
have parts to play, published the rumor that,
the Grand Duke had lost his heart to the
blithe young American heiress. When Miss
Long returned to her Kansas City home her
6chool girl friends, whom she still kept clua
?oml near her, told each other
a pay secret, whirl), one,of them
whispered, had to do with the
Grand Duke, and how he
looked, and what he said, and
what he did when the Kansas
City girl told him whatever it
was she said to him.
And every announcement of
the forthcoming marriage of
the heiress carried with it. its
little romance. Val Crane
leaped from his horse in the
horse show arena at Chicago
when "The Duke" became
frightened, threw his mistress,
and, in his panic, was about to
trample her. While tho beauti
ful women in the boxes gasped
at his gallantry Val" plunged*
himself at Tho Duko's head and
swerved his pawing forofcet off
his prostrate rider.
"Thank you, Val." said Miss
Long. "The Duko lost his head.
But don't hold his bit so tight
ly. He's all right now, and
The next time it was young
"Billy" Thompson, who rides
like a eentaur and makes love
like a Romnn. It was at the
International at London, their
romance becran. Bran
Brummel was entered and
Miss Loup was to ride him
011c ribbon winning night.
Then she became ill. Gal
lantly "Billy" Thompson
gave bis own mount into
the hands of a friend and
volunteered to ride Beau
B r u m m e 1. And Beau
Brummol won the ribbon
of his rlas ?.
"Thank you," again
said Miss Long, and an
other romance was
begun. It went the
way of them all. For
almost a year 'Billy'
Pryot R. Combs Who Was Picked by Loula
Long's Horsqs for Her Husband.
their aristocratic tails at his approach. So
ciety accepted these marks of equine and
canine approval as the sign of Miss Long's
capitulation. Then "Billy" was absent when
the thoroughbreds were gathered at the Den
ver horse show. And that was the surest
sign of all?that he had been weighed in
some invisible balance and found wanting.
Patiently Miss Long waited while lovers
passed in review before her; rich lovers,
noble lovers, sporty lovers -nd studious
lovers; financiers and savants, some, great.
was the pal of
and The Duke,
and The King,
and the wolf
some small, in the world'8 fame, but, all ardu
ous and impetuous. "Oh, yes, I like the
Mien," Miss Long explained; "there's lots of
them as good as any horse that ever lived?
but I haven't found one yet."
Until, that is?until one day Miss Long
espied a pair of ill fed horses struggling
vainly to pull up hill a heavily loaded coal
wagon. Underneath their feet the slippery
city pavement was treacherous. On the
wagon scat, was a brutal driver who lashed
and swore and fumed impotently while his
horses' feet floundered for a foothold 011 tho
The heiress hurried toward the scene, her
? little fists clenched and her eyes glitteriug.
But around the corner came an automobile.
nd Why a Minister s Son Will
Marry Miss Loula Long and
Her Millions When
Failed to P ass tlie Test
"A man may wear well with a woman ; he may appeal
to her heart, her mind, her very soul?but he cannot
wear with a dog or a horse if the heart of his is not as
pure as gold. I have watched a man who thought he
was alone with a favorite horse of mine, or a dog, and
in the twitch of the dog's tail, or the flirt of the horse's
head I have seen further behind the mask of the man
than propinquity ever could reveal," also says Miss
Miss Long and "The King" Chief of the Judges of Suitors Whose Ap^
proval Fell at Last Upon the Minister's Son.
driven by a man who saw the predicament of
the coal wagon horses and the futile, brutal
rr.ge of the coal driver. He swerved his ear
alongside the wagon and raised his hand lor
the driver to subside. Coolly, with quick,
dexterous movements, he fastened the wagon
tongue to the axle of .is car and lifted ihe
eoal wagon to the top of the hill, sparing tho
horses even so nnieh as a tug.
When he had untied the rope from his axle
he calmly stepped from the wheel huh into
the space in front of the coal wagon seat and,
without so much as howdoyoudo, knocked
the astonished driver to the pavement below.
Then he climbed into his car and would have
driven away !.nd not Miss Long, who had
stood a silent, spectator on the sidewalk,
shouted "Hey, you ! What's your name?"
He gave her his card. Pryor R. Combs, it
read. Then ho talked a bit about how he
couldn't stand to see a horse treated so
brutally, and then lm drove away.
"If he isn't already married, I'm going to
marry that man." said Miss Long at the win
ner table when she described the incident to
the members of her father's family.
And so she is. lie. proved to be the sort of
a minister?the .Reverend George II. Combs.
of the Christian Church. He was reputed to
be 11 good son. just as his father was credited
with being a good minister. But that was
almost all the world could say of him. Miss
Long added, however, "?and he loves a
horse, and horse loves him. Why shouldn't
The wedding will be in (he Fall.
"A man might steal, cheat or commit mur
der. but if 1 were on the jury sitting in judg
ment I'd not care a whit what, the evidence,
nor how black the circumstances, if I could
watch a horse pass judgment upon him. I'd
vote not guilty every time if the horse re
vealed a faith in the man. For the good in a
ilian is sometimes buried so deeply that only
intuition can discover it and resurrect it from
the. wreckage of good intentions. And it is
intuition that guides the dogs and horses, not
"1 think the maid whoso motto was 4lov?
me, love my dog' was as great a philosopher
as hypatia. I'm quite suiS> no man could
ever pass muster with me unless he not only
loved my dog and my horse, hut was love^
as well by them," says Miss Long, telling
why the poor minister's son won her heart*
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