NEW YORK GIRL
ON WHOSE BROW
MAY REST CROWN
Husband of Former Mrs. Huger
Pratt of Cleveland Is In Di
rect Succession to the
Throne of Servia.
COUPLE HERE TO MAKE
GRAND TOUR OF AMERICA
Princess Most Unmistakably
Proud of Her Handsome,
Royal Soldier Husband.
EARLY STAGE OF HONEYD;OON
Interviewer Describes the Lovely
Golden-Haired Wife of Prince
Alexis Karageorgevitch as Sweetly
Modest and Retiring-Made a
Beautiful Picture in Her Favorite
Black Satin, White Lace and
Pearls---Has Not Yet Visited Ser
via, Her Hero's Native Country.
EW YORK.--iHer Royal Highness.
Princess Alexis Karageorgevitch
of Servia, is here with her sol
dier prince.
Or maybe it Is better to say His
Royal tHighness, Prince Alexis Kara
georgevitch of Servia, is here with
his American bride, who was Mrs.
Huger Pratt of Cleveland and Paris.
Perhaps one should say Her Excel
lenza, or Serene Highness. I declare
I didn't know what to call her, Prin
sessen, or Serene Altessen, but any
way, she is all that you hope a real
princess will be.
It's awfully hard finding your way to
the abode of royalty, but you have
found it past the line of tall, young
footmen. And now you're all alone in
the tiny silent ante-room of the prince
of Servia's apartments up at the Ritz
Carlton. Nothing here but a dread
fully large business-like trunk, with
D. K. on it. The last is for Kara
georgevitch, and the first, I think, is
for Doulgoultrhoff, or some combina
tion like it, that only the first-borns of
the royal line may bear, writes Izola
Forrester in the Sunday Magazine of
the New York World.
Voices came from behind one of the
French gray doors hung with old rose
silk. One expected a line-up of more
footmen or Cswids, but when the toor
opened it wý, ince Alexis hiuInelf.
Juist 'wift ih ession of keen. kind
ly eyes, of straight, soldierly bearing,
a ready, understanding smile, and
then another French gray door opened
end closed, and left me in the boudoir
of the princess.
Amid Regal Luxury.
I was glad she wasn't there. Just
for a minute I sat down in front of
the darling little gray and silver dress
ing table, and beamed in at the triple
mirrors. All about were gold things.
gold trinkets and toilet articles, with
big monograms on them, and behind
me was the royal couch with coverlid
of pink plush and real lace. There
were pillows, too, :n hand-embroidered
slips with pink satin ribbon all run
throigh the lace and crushy satin
bows at each corner. And hanging
near on a rack was a full length seal
cloak, lined with old gold satin.
I'm coming to her in a minute. I
was just making believe, don't you
know, trying to find out what it was
like being a princess, when the door
opened softly behind me and she came
in, our latest American little Royal
Highness, Princess Karageorgevitch,
who once upon a time wal Abigail
Parkhurst, a New York girl.
Whoever it was that insisted prin-'
cesses had to be five feet ten in height
was all wrong. Our princess is only
about five feet three, and she is gen
tle and low-voiced, with golden hair
just touched with silver, and blue eyes
that are very serene and mild in their
gaze until you speak of her Soldier
Prince, and then they kindle hidden
fires, for she is very proud of him.
She wore-you do wnnt to know
what she wore, don't you? Well, then,
she wore black satin, semi-evening
dress, and pearls. The waist was cut
with a close surplice effect, following
the lines of the figure snugly. There
was a round yoke of finest, sheerest
net with a high collar. The skirt was
cut very narrow at the bottom, and
not too long. About the hips the
black satin lay in soft, rich draped
folds, very close and flat. Her hat
was of black satin also, a small model
with an attractive Continental tilt at
one side. and several exquisite osprey
sprays-long, black feather-tipped
trifles that rose a foot above her head.
Around her throat was a string of
pearls, large creamy-toned pearls that
looked very old and seemed as large
as hazel nuts.
Still Enjoying Honeymoon.
She was ever so sweet and gracious
our latest princess, and rather amused
and doubtful over her first interview,
but willing to talk of her prince. They
were married in Patis only last June,
eeo'the honeymoon is not really over
yet. :And novw srie has brought her
priae back to the homeland to teach
(In itsl 3daties too.
S.,"We Were married after the prince
- -
Princess Alexis Karageorgevitch of Servia, the New York Girl Who May Yet
Be a Queen.
.~ ·~~CWCLF IP~F)-~C ~eC~lk·ME~·~·PI~FL RIPIYY _\ IE
returned from the Balkans," she said.
re "He was with the Servian army until
n-the war was over. I have not visited
y Servia yet, but some day we hope to
travel there.
"Do I care most for European life
or American? Oh, I love America. I
e have crossed every year to see my
ig mother in Cleveland, and shall con
n tinue to do so. The life abroad is de
.e lightful, and there is a charm and
glamour about the Old World, but one
loves one's own land best of all.
"Since we arrived we have not rest
ed one minute, it seems to me. We
have been like two children running
around enjoying the New York sights.
La It is so interesting and different even
after only a year, and the prince is
like an amused boy over it all. I
could hardly get him away from the
Grand Central station yesterday, he
was so pleased with it.
"But we iave come over mostly for
a rsat after the arih seanon, an4
d- there is no rest h .re, is there? To
morrow I shall certainly have my tele
d phone disconnected." She laughed,
,d and motioned despairingly toward the
it innocent looking 'phone at hand. "It
rings all the time, and is so insistent
one feels curious to answer, and then
-it is nothing at all. The prince is
very fond of golf and of riding. Later
st we are going west."
of "My gowns?" she smiled and shook
e- her head deprecatingly. "Oh, I dress
very quietly. I have nothing startling
or extreme at all in my wardrobe. I
prefer black or white, usually. White
gowns with touches of black, or black
gowns with here and there the re
re lief of white, but I really have noth
id ing that is striking."
in Costumes Well Selected.
al Nothing that is striking? Doesn't
your most sweet and demure Royal
I Highness know there is nothing in
) the world more effective and striking
)s for la petite blonde princesse than
3r black and white?
le Just here she remembers the prince
al in the next room, and crossing the
h, tiny boudoir to the French gray salon
dil there comes a swift flood of impres
sions regarding this soldier prince,
n-' Alexis Karageorgevitch.
At For years he had lived in Paris, an
ly exile with his beautiful mother. Then
n- came the tragedy of Alexander and
Ir his gypsy-eyed queen, Draga, and the
as Obrenovic dynasty was past. Just for
ir a fleeing hour Alexis was the strong
3r est candidate for the throne. He was
,n the eldest heir of the Karageorgevitch
line. Had the law of primogeniture
w held he would today occupy the
n, throne of Servia, instead of his cousin,
ig King Peter.
ut Under the golden-shaded lights he
ig stood, courtiy, soldierly. There is a
re keen, whimsical quality to his face.
st
I Nothing Like lils Native Land.
d 'I 'served with the common soldiers,
but not in disguise," he laughed. "And
I did not shave off my mustache, only
et cut it very short. You see I had to
et get permission from the king, my
cousin, to serve at all, as I was well
known. And that is nothing. I am a
Servian first of all. It is such a little
country, but to my mind the most beau
tiful on earth, and it has suffered. But
still it gains slowly. Before the war
we had three millions. Now,, with her
added borders, we have six. It is
good, but there will still be more war.
The Turks do not recognize the treaty
is of London. We do not irind. When
3d a Servian falls, two spring to catch
, his rifle."
y On the table lies a paper-covered
e, book. The title of it is "Albania."
er And seeing it near the hand of the
er prince, one remembers that only the
sh other day he was close to the crown
of Albania. very close. Who know,
ce with the turbulence of the Balkam.
and the little thrones that topple an Z
rise, and the growing strength of Ser
via, who knows but that, some day, a
New York girl may indeed wear a a
crown upon her golden head?
BACK IN THE AGE OF PLENTY
Cost of Living Had Not Assumed DI.
mensions of a Problem in the ,
-Sixteenth Century.
A countryman living just beyond t
the outskirts of London drove to the
metropolis one day to order a few
provisions, etc.
(By the way, this account is per
fectly true. It is not a problem or a
joke. The prices stated can be veri.
fled.)
The countryman first went to the
nearest cobbler's. There he bought a
good pair of shoe. Not shoddy foot
wear, carelessly turned lout or e.en c
ma chine made,`'tmt hand sewed a.nd
of fine strong leather. For this pair
of shoes he paid just seven cents.
Next he drove to a butcher stall in
Smithfield. There he bought a sheep, t
a dozen chickens and ten pounds of t
beef. For the sheep he paid ten cents. P
For the chickens he paid 1% cents c
apiece. or 18 cents for the dozen. The E
ten pounds of beef cost him a nickel. c
His visit to the grain merchant cost q
him more. For he was forced to pay %
15 cents for a bushel of rye-a sum t:
out of all proportion to his earliet P
purchases. It was cheaper, you see, a
to buy meat than the rye bread to c
eat with it. h
But his ensuing trip to the draper's B
for enough homespun cloth to provide c
him with a winter suit, atoned for the E
high price of the grain. For he found c
that stout homespun cloth was selling f
at 12 cents an ell, or nine and three- E
fifths cents a yard. - ' I
The farmer had no trouble in car- a
rying his wares home in his wagon. t
For the wagon was large. He had d
driven it to London full of firewood, (
and this wagonload of wood he had
sold for 12 cents.
The foregoing prices are all accu.
rate. The high cost of living had not
yet hit England. For, you see, all
this happened several years ago. t
In fact, it was at the beginning of
the sixteenth century.
During the next hundred years
prices boomed 400 per cent., and
wages didn't. And things have hap- I
pened more or less that way ever
since.-The New York World.
"Progressive" Clergyman.
After having for nearly four de.
cades sounded to worship the, congre
gation of the Nazarene church of
Chanute, Kas., the old bell in the
tower now hangs as mute as the fa.
mous Liberty Bell in the statehouse
at Philadelphia. No crack or other
physical disability is the cause of its
silence. On the contrary, its peal is
as loud and as clarion now as when
it was first hung in the tower. But
the pastor, Rev. W. H. Fluke, has
decided that the ringing of a bell
before services is a custom of the
past and that it is no longer appro
priate in these days when every
household has a timepiece.
The church building formerly be
longer to Presbyterlans. It was com
pleted in the fall of 1875. When they
built a larger house of worship Mr. 1
Fluke bought their old building. They
left the bell behind them, and he
continued to use it until last week,
when he announced that hbereafter it
will be mute.-Baltifmore American.
A Correctio!.
"I thought you said he was.a rman
of means?"
"Excuse me. I left og th.sydm,
"What adjectiver'
"'.Limited.' "
AIDS VICTIMS OF INSANITY
French Physician Has Found Adminis
tration of Oxygen of Much Value,
If Not an Absolute Cure.
A new and extraordinary use for
oxygen has been found by Dr. Tou
louse, chief physician of the Villejuif
insane asylum. He finds it a mopt
valuable aid in the treatment of mad
Doctor Toulouse makes certain that
the oxygen in the steel cylinders in
which he receives it is pure and free
from nitrogen; then he fills small
glass flasks with it. A rubber bulb
enables him to regulate the pressure
in the flasks, and ýa rubber tube con
nects these with a fine hypodermic
tredle. Through this 250 cubic centi
meters of oxygen are injected under
the skin.
A physician who has watched the
operation and its effects upon patients,
reporting his observations for La Na
ture, says the results are remarkable
among patients in a condition of acute
mental confusion, who are always
,greatly improved and often cured en
Italy by a few injections. The excited
and victims of insomnia become calm
and lucid.
In cases of acute mania, dementia,
epileptic fits and certain cases of mel
ancholia good results have been ob
tained. The oxygen treatment is now
being tried upon other forms of in
sanity.
HARD LINES FOR BUSY MANI
One Unfortunate Circumstance He
Could Stand, but the Other Was
Almost Too 'Much.
He was a very' busy man, and she
was a very pretty girl. She insisted
upon having a love letter every day.
She got it.
"You write the loveliest letters,
dear!" she said. "And when you are
so very, very busy all the time, I
think it is splendid of you to think of
me!"
"I don't forget you," he replied.
"My secretary has instructions to
write you a letter for me to sign every
morning. He is a most efficient and
capable young man."
"And you dlon't know how greatly I
appreciate the flowers and candy you
send me ei y ~eek."
"I'm glad on get them. I told my
secretary tc lnake a memo to send
you somne e ',ry Saturday."
"How syrlapathetic! And it is so
thoughtful of you to think of the plays
I like best and the books I prefer."
"It's a pleasure to know you are
pleased. My secretary; gets the tick
ets and picks out the books. He is a
very capable fellow."
Two months later the very busy
man said:
"Dodgast him! I don't mind so
much his eloping with my fiancee, but
how in thunder can I break in an
other 4ecrptary?"-Judge.
Time Wasted in Mourning.
Every day I see a certain fellow sit
ting on the bank of the stream 'nd
mourning for the water that has
passed. He fails to realize that he
can never grind his grist that way.
He started out to be a colornel, but
corporal was as far as hegot, so he
quit. He fails to realize that there
wocid be a whole lot more satisfac
tion and money in being a good cor
poral than in crying on the banks of
a stream because he couldn't be a
colonel. If the good Lord intended
him to be a colonel he will get there
someao day--ut not by sitting in the
corner and crying. The colonels are
made of the fellows who were the best
corporals, and no one should keep that
fact in mind more than the corporals.
But the mourner sits ant sits an:
gazes patbeticnl!ly down the stream
at the water disappearing around the
bend. You know and I know, but he
doesn't. It iever returns.-Kansas
City Star.
First Aid.
David was capitalist and consequent
ly also philanthropist. To him one day
camle Simple Simon and begged
the loan of a dollar for three
weeks. Simon got the dollar on condi
tion of paying back two dollars at
the end of the period agreed on. He
was hurrying away well content with
his bargain when David came to the
door and called after him: "Just
a minute, Simon," said he; "I've been
thinking that you a.e a poor wcrking
man, and that it v.till be hard for you
to scrape together two dollars in three
weeks. Now I want to make things
easy for you. Suppose you pay me
right now one dollar of what you owe
me.. Then when the loan falls due
you'll haveonly one dollar to pay."
Simple Simon gratefully accepted
the suggestion, and David repocketed
the dollar.-New York Evening Post.
Scribes and Paraphrases Defined.
Taken from the examination paper
of one of my scholars, writes "Teach
er" to the Glasgow News:
"The scribes and Paraphrases were
cheats and hipocrytes now a days
they are called lawyers."
The perpetrator of the above, a boy
of ten, makes up for his want cf
book-learning in :a superabundance of
'mother-wit. An example of his quali
flcatiton in this respect occurred only
a-fr':Sundgys ago.
He had f$rought me the verbal mes
sage one of the class was down
with 5neumonia, and he had pro.
noune .the last word with a "p." I
took te trouble to correct him.
"Oh I.kent. fine, 'twis 'neumonla,' "
he, i upprturbed; "I jlst say'd
'pneun ia sq as these yins"--and.
he liidi ~ted the rest of the class
"widu erstaun' 'es.'
B- tral station for thI midig.t hang) of .hifts) Th stalwart ) l' 'i, s
if
it
at Pigeon Objected to an Unceremonious Expulsion
'e AN FRANCISCO, ('AL.---The squad of bluýconts hadl a:s se'blu'l at 1lie een
1 tral station for th' ini i ight cliarnge' of shifts. The swtalw'art li' a inlet
b formed in line and started to iwarch in a short revi;ew betor. roll call w hen.
e amid the tramping of feet, Lieutenant (;reen no
- wIS WE hA " ticed a little blue-gray pigeon marching :ravely
c ,.,E SALT along just behind the last man in line, hea efect,
chlist out and with very much of a militar air.
r "lalt," eried the liutenant. The line me to
an instant stol. "1o\\wd that pigeon get ii here?"
e 4(4 he demanded sharply.
s, 't ' At once two dozen helmeted heads turned
- about on two dozen shoulders. and as many sets
e - of eyes searched out his birdship, who, also, had
halted on command. The bird never blinked an
's eyelash (if birds have eyelashes).
"Get out of here," thundered lieutenant Green,
Id when his men had failed to answer hip question.
n "Get out! Shoo!" he repeated, as the pigeon
cocked its head on one side and lookted the com
, manding officer over. A titter went round the
1. ranks, but was instantly subdued by a glare from .the lieuteinant.
b* "Officers Haggerty and Burn, put that pigeon out." And the lieutnant
w turned his back as if the incident wete closed. It would have been cl,. ed,
U. too, had not the pigeon objected to this uncertemoniou.ts expulsion.
Officers Haggerty and lBtlrn strode it hit grat di(t1nity up to the bird,
which retreated as slowly toward the cioor it walkcl a;ona a ,it'\ st(.ps. then
lookld back as omuch as though it believed the ordr i had In ii withdrawn.
Now it vas at the door, and the policeta,,n-hird-dritvers wet, tahout t sich withl
relief when the feathered volunt.elr liew back over their hl ads :+l'd rijoined
e his comrades in line.
"You're a-you're a--well, a mighty impertinent bird," said the hlutenant.
Then, even he broke the rules long enough to laugh.
a This Girl Won a Husband in Twenty Minutes
s, i OUISVILLE, KY.-Twenty minutes after Miss Lura Blythe of Jefferson
ville, Ind., met William B. Morang of Danville, Va., she became his bride
I Magistrate Oscar Hay of Jeffersonville, just across the river from Loutsville,
>f and a famous Gretna Green, arranged this 20
minute wooing and marriage. Sometime ago a
d. newspaper story was published to the effect that MACISTI ME
o Magistrate Hay would not only perform the mar
y riage ceremony, but would be glad to arrange
d matches for the bashful lovelorn.
The story came to the notice of Mr. Morang,
I who is a prosperous contracting carpenter, and' A
, he called on Magistrate Hay to find him a wife.
Mr. Hay had not meant that part of his offer c-
y seriously, but he resolved to "make good."
d A match was finally arranged with a Louisville
woman, and last Sunday Morang reached Louis
1 ville from Danville. He went to the home of his
.s prospective bride and returned to the magistrate's
office with a dismal face.
"I can't marry that woman you picked out for
. me," he said.
a "Why not?" asked Mr. Hay.
"She didn't wait for me. She married another fellow a week ago."
y "Too bad," said the magistrate. "Well, as I undertook to get you a wife,
I'll get you one."
o "You'll have to hurry," said Morang. "I've left a lot of business in Dan
it ville and I'm going back to night."
. The magistrate thought over his list of eligible young women and called
up Miss Lura Blythe, daughter of Calvin Blythe, who lived near. He gave such
a glowing description of Morang that Miss Blythe came right over to meet
him.
At seven o'clock they were introduced. Ten minutes later they an
nounced that they had accepted each other, and ten minutes later Magistrate
Hay performed the marriage ceremony.
S They have gone to Danville, Va., to make tleir home.
SExonerated From Theft Charge by Dog's Tricks
> ANSAS CITY, MO.--Tricks which a bird dog remembered for three years
Sand demonstrated in Justice Charles Clark's courtroom the other day
Sfreed its master of a charge of grand larceny. Wiley A. Card, formerly of
a 27,1 Denver avenue, was charged with the theft
d i OW, fOL.L OVER 6' IHoxie from the home of W. J. Glover. 414 West
e Forty-second street. Glover had owned the dog
e a little more than two years. (',rd said the dog
e .belonged to him and had wandered from home
it . *three weeks before. When he passed the Glover
-t . home he said it recognized him and followed him
, aaaway.
n stand, "and I can make her do some tricks that
e will prove it."
e "Oh, no, you can't," Glover said. "It doesn't
- ' " know any tricks."
- .-.....-- 0 "Rox," spoke Cant. The dog advanced to the
open space in front of the defendant's chair.
"Stand up!"
STie dog arose to its hind legs, cocked its head
y to one side and looked at the witness. Card took a small paper box from his
d pocket. He tossed it into the air. Roxie retrieved it before it touched the
e floor.
i. "Now, roll over and then go shut the door."
t The dog promptly rolled over, and then pushed the courtroom door shot
e with its nose and a fore foot.
h "That's enough," said the justice, when the crowd's demonstrations of
e pleasure could be controlled. "That dog svrely knows you. The case is dis
t missed. It is the business of the civil court to decide the permanent owner
n ship of the dog."
Old Roughneck Cat Claws His Deep Sea Owner
eC HICAGO.-Frank McCauley, sometime a deep-sea sailor, thrust across the
e operating table at the Chicago avenue station the other day two hands
that looked as if they had gone half way through a sausage grinder. And
while Ambulance Surgeon Helwig was sewing and
bandaging, McCauley explained:
"Me an' old Roughneck-that's my cat-was J
sittin' peaceful on the quarterdeck of my apart
ment at 228 West Superior sti'eet, sncozln' in the
sunshine, enjoyin' the Sabbath calm.
er "All of a sudden a pirate-lhokin' rat-mcanest
h- appearin' rat you ever saw-scoots odt o' the I
cook's cabin and jumps clear out in the middle
re o' the back yard.
Vs "'The rats is leavin' the ship,' I yells, which in
deep-water language amounts to the same thing
7Y as sayin', 'Man the lifeboats.' But it seems to
ct have a different meaning for Roughneck.
of "Roughneck was lyin' asleep in my lap-but the
11- way be sleeps is like the sleepin' of a battery with
ly the switch turned off. Just that simple word
'rats,' it appears, was the switch to the battery for that cat.
is- "Anyway, up jumps Roughneck and digs his hind claws into my stomach
in as he starts to take up the pursuit o' that rat.
0- "'No, you don't,' says I, being willing to let the rat move to the apartment
I across the alley if he wants to, an' I grabs Roughneck by the reason for his
nomenclature. Now look at me."
" The surgeon pasted down the final bandage and inquired:
S"What are you going to do to punish Roughneck?"
d. "Well," said the sailor, "Roughneck did do a lot to me, but, on the other
- hand, I kept Roughneck away from that rat. I ge.ss me and Roughneck Is
about even."
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