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ARE MANAGED BY
of the Heart, Wealthy Papas Seem to Have
Very Little to Say.
IaLY SURRENDER WITH GOOD GRACE
ma Busch, Helena Limmerman and Mrs
go_ bch Amon B theH Many That Might BeM
kr 5itd-How James Van Alen was
forced to Give in.
,ires at naflaned l)yv n,
et worI. they are at iast bat
Dy their utlghters. In an nu
. ich turr the lmeliliht in
ih ys t the extremuly lie
SDm l his 'arl . b.tiniIgs, lie
and dinkil, his ,Ia t 0
Shis ork and erera- hi
s and ),bable thugithts, I
p? bly 1,u, one person of in
towhm is a contitiil l)Is
. , to W h l 1 w is u ut br - l it
is his nughter. vi
was said itt a little chill d
4 lheu"' i =buld have been
a ý eruffled ail befurbelowet, p1
daughter, W I pink tinte
aining and wvinii tresses, N4
omthe cmp!exits that go t iat
Ithe daughters:s weil as the \\
- of the ri, shall lead
Sillionaire may Uard himself hi(
Slmillions, may iltrencth hint- h,
-S the long armot the law. c<
Ssilent, uliappraohable, and
to ques:ionin, investiga- e
S, attack, but all f a suddeni 1
* he will be turne into a soft h
Creature who dot not what u
dwal, but what he mu. and does
Slthe best grace pible. All \
geoause his pretty cughter, at
paticular cris.s in hE life. sud
as taken it into Pr pretty c
tI do as she pleases, t ller with
-,tt Papa Millionairs consent,
atae may be.
Tay he stands for he.and what
ij or plays the oppose part is
lltet of his ecnaracte in the
mest many people, and ne which
h1sa revealing light upo his true
plthoaugh it is one whit seems
b[lo~t sight of by G. 1 Clarke,
g Swett Marsden, and dier mil
ii. students and experts
0, of Wilhelmina Bich.
uier may have been te eccen
tgr covered either in hrself or
lltae by the arrangemets which
lalp ionaire Busch made n order
s utlllds Wilhelmina Busclproper
l4mianentionaliy to Lieut Schar
ulv ldy could doubt that irevery
4i q showed first, last, an alto
l~l stthe love he bore hisaugh
"It you intentid to be married, come
backl anld lie mtiarried at home. I have
no objectiolns to Mr. Scharrer as a son
inl-law," he says by telegraph. And
ie 's as good and better than his word.
tle advises them to wait until things
(qilet d\own a littl', and then gives
his daughter a wed illog at beautiful
P'asadena. More t il:in this, he starts
theal off on their wedding trip in his
ir,.iat e car Adolpthll which they only
left at New York to take the trip to
IEurope. This and tiilch nmore was pro
vid2l by Paipa Bust ;'s generosity.
Kept Papa Zimmerman Guessing.
So with the few exceptions that
prove the rule, it always has been in
the history of Amen.ican milliona:ires.
Not long ago the wo;rld held its breath
at the rashness of Iellen Zinmmernlan.
Was shle marriedl? Papa Zimmnterman
said "No." He also said that he
would linow somethiig about it if any
body would, provided such a thing had
Ihalppened, and yet cablegrants kept
comilig that she was.
I "You cannot make my denial too
explicit," he said, "for there is abso
nutely nothing in the report. If there
had been I certainly would have heard
t of it, and not a wordi have I received.
s \Vhy, my daughter is on the ocean this
I minute on the stamshipl Camllpania,
t which is explected to arrive at New
I York on \\ednesd'ty. She will be ac
y companied by her Aunt, Miss Evans,
it and by no one else. Now that she has
t, sailed to this countlitry, will you tell me
how she could have been married?"
it It was sllggested that the marriage
is took place on the Wednesday before,
1e which the millionaire denied, but
h which, it turned oIt, was just what
te had happened. ThZ young people had
[s i decided to get married, but to keep the
:e, ceremony a secret r til the bride could
l- go to Cincinnati. But the suddenness
of the ceremony and the secrecy had
been decided upon because of the wild
n- and unsettled affai:s of the duke, and
or the ceremony was performed with the
ch consent of t.e bride's aunt, Miss '"
ter tie Evans. She an I the bride expect
er- ed to sail on Wednesdiay, and hat '
ar- cabled Papa Zinlnerman1 A necessary
ry- trip on the part or the bride to Paris
to- however, to get her wardrobe and clost
gh- her apartment there made an unfore,
~qp ~ >' ~ 6JR/,q~hAN/ZLEW
so p PA RL PHI
'-rMc MgA'T/HOK -p
I rinnF~iy N·s Mý F//
8 ý ý; ýRR/AG
;flad which makaer mis
Buash frowl on the
Oflicer-as a tor, that
the role of amdulgent
S= d not object to i coming
4 from thersey went
la g every t. Then
. . ptel elopein and its
ºhich the Busmnanslon
6ub by telephot In the
lrnt disreg of his
p ta,*ire otis little
kting the matt wear it
seen delay, and the sailing had to be
postponed until Saturday. She was.
detained in Paris and missed the boat,
and when she arrived in London the
duke insisted on going to Tanderagee
castle. This was not according to the
agreement, but the girl was again
persuaded, the aunt and guardian
again going along. Of course, the
Tanderagee trip made the announce
ment of the wedding necessary, and
then it was that the messages were
cabled back and forth, the newspapers
asserting and Papa Zimmerman deny
ing. The next thing Papa Zimmerman
XeeIy. wjs a cable saying that it was
all true, and asking his blessing.
A Dretty predlcament luls was, andu
ta pretty position .o put a millionaire
in--and multimilliona.ire at that --es-
pecially one who has been aucis
tomed to carrying things with a high
Get Blessing and Welcome.
Interviewers and many other mfn
had found that, for all Eugene Zim
merman was considered bluff and
hearty, he could give a man a had ten
seConds who asked hinl questions or
took any attitude which he regarded
as an impnertinence. lBefore that last
cablegram arrived, :,nd while, the mil
lionaire still was denying, bets were
exchanged freely thai it would go hard
with Hlelena and wi'h the duke if the
news turned out to be true.
B3ut no. Without any possible way
of knowing how tthe mistake had all
come about, Paptla Zimnlmermtan refused
to make any harsh juldglent of his
little girl who always had been all
and all to him. I1. proceeded to do
all, and more, to .lostify the sublime
and was pentldng f- to come home.
It has tPen said, "h, that he has
put it ii his will 1 1fo1m) of a re
iquest tl.at his gtraiht er. ('ynttlia
lhn'le Ro<he. lshat mºlarry t, for.
eigner, as her tiot tlt
fiss Van AlVictory.
in ti e laite t'otorof younig Hib
ert (')llier it wasit lered what
a stteittinu s oipput( wias put lip
agtLitst him as ai so~la~v by ,aniies
'Vain Alen. M.rs. lulen wia the
ilaughter of Mrs. \bii Astor, and
it htas been saiid tht'. Jalies \'Van
Alel is one of the ,'ktiotlbish itien
in America. lic itil ht e otTer of
(Ir:ver ('loveland toi hint as miiin
ister to Italy, anlt, liVilliant \\al
dort Astor, he hias tl thlat ,ng
latnd is the only plat, live in andl
tiring up his family. :n his yoiung
est daughter, Sara, in lovie with
ltobhert ('Collier, his ilolijection to
the youing malln W':i. use he was
Irish. The ruminor o t engalgei(i nt
vwas at first slor'nfull)ltied y the
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cRP rI r OI cAVE
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I P A;T K I!:
MR CHEI f TVC IERBRKROW
fa!:it that she had put in him. He Van
answered the cablegram by cabling his Mr
blessing. He was one of the first to go thoul
up the side of the SL. Louis when the woull
vessel arrived. He entered the state- was
room, in the cene"' of which stood that
his daughter with the duke by her he f(
side. He kissed l(r with a certain to h
apparent dimness and moisture in his with
eyes, and then shook hands with the I horn
"Congratulations, sincere congratula- Mrs.
tions," he said, "anad welcome home." the
Everybody knows how he has taken with
hold of the task laid out for him he I
since; how he has tried to make a he
business man out of his son-in-law; itulI
how he has turned over millions to it
redeem the duke's etate; how every- of 1
thing that is in his power is done for gay
the happiness of his daughter; and ria€
how he is working ,light and day that Not
her boy, little Lord Mandeville, shall ent
one day inherit greater wealth. ond
Frank Work and His Daughter. Roi
It was years ago when the million- Col
aire, Frank: Work, began to play the Va
same role for his adughter and Eng
lish son-in-law. It was in 1881 that a (
tall, handsome youn.; man visited New in
York and laid siege to his beautiful ter
daughter. The father opposed the D.
match with all his might, but they pa
were married and wtnt to London. It Er
was only a little while after that fai
Mr. Work was sending them $7,000 a all
year to live on. A little later he in- tk
creased it to $12,000. Then he cut off ce
all allowances. He said his daughter
had married a man who never could at
or never would make a living, and that te
he was tired of furnishing allowances pi
and paying bills at the same time. In
With the "wherewithal" cut off, Mrs. A
Burke Roche soon returned with her w
children. She weint straight to the d
house on Twenty-sixth street. In p
1891 she obtained a divorce from her ri
husband in Delaware, and ever gince t
has been living at her father's house t
as its beautiful mistress. As has late- f,
ly come forth, she has had little spoiled t
ways of her own ever since which E
were not exactly in accord with the
fussy notions of an old man. He has
flown into a rage at her more than
once, which is not anything remark
able when it is considered that he is I
87 years old. But she is her father's
daughter, and, moreover, she is not in
;o be the least afraid, that he means it, and
was, she knows exactly how to manage
boat, him. So, when he reprimanded her
i the for having her luncheon served on a
ragee little tray in the parlor, she ordered
3 the her maid to pack up her trunks and
again remove to the Buckingham. A pretty
rdian bluff, wasn't it, when it is considered
the that all his daughter's means of liv
unce- ing is the $60,0000 which he allows her
Sand a year.
were But she knew exactly, how to man
|apers age her father, who is given, to imag
deny- ining things-so say her sons-and it
|rman was only a short time ,until he was
it was denying the rumors that were flying
about that he had diilsinherited her,
Van Alens. note:
Mr. Van Alen was obdurate, d, at- ' Dea
though his daughter declan she
would marry him aril nobody e, she Im qu
was whisked off to Europe in tlhope telhe
that she would forget him. Iead,
he followed, and she laid such siege have '
to her father that he looked 7 it kn
with a little more f'tvor. She rrned I'm so
home, where she exercised the rand troIhbm
coup and won over her grandlher, Mlolly
Mrs. William Astor. She also ined Yours
the Roman church. Finally, onday,
with a bad grace iani perhaps ibuse
he had to, but none the less be.use She
he was managed, James Van Alelap- Impat
It was not, however, until thelay symP
of the marriage, when he relucttly "NI
r gave the bride away at a civil ar- me w
I riage in the drawing-room of a I~el. "y+
t None of Mr. Collier's family was ps- lapei
.1 ent, and immediately afterwards apc- "A
ond marriage took place at St. Ma's bean
Roman Catholic church, at whichir. M'
L- Collier's parents were present andir. "Ii
le Van Alen remaine:l away. with
Charles Oelrichs' Surrender. Mail
a Charles Oelrichs was forced to g'e edit
w in in much the same way to his dau1- eot
nl ter Lily when she became Mrs. Per sent
le D. Martin. He, contrary to the otr
By papas, had marked her out for a tit'd
It Englishman. But she took a despere on
at fancy to the young Californian, w , l
a although he had some wealth and po- all
n- tion in the western state, had only -
ff cently acquired It.
er Miss Lily, who is a beautiful blone
ild announced from the first that she it h
tat tended to marry Mr. Martin, but he "r}
:es parents tried the same tactics of frees "rt
ing out that had prevailed at Papa Va!
rs. Alen's. Three times the engagemed'
der was announced, and twice the we th
the ding day was set, and then it w
In postponed, and young Mr. Mart
her returned to California. But at lat
nee they had to give in to Miss Lily, a
use the ceremony, postponed once mo
ite- for a week, finally came off. B
lied through it all Charles Oeirichs nev
ltch acted ugly.
the Romances Without Opposition. i
has Of course when Miss Frederica We4
han married Ralph Pulitzer, and when MI
irk- Caroline Phelps Stokes married HRo
e is ert Hunter they did not at first r
ter's ceive much opposition, as they had di
t in ferent parental mateilal to deal wit
and Dr. Steward Webb always has
nage noted for his progressiveness, and
her and his daughter Frederica alwa
on a have held the same ideas as to t
lered uses of money in the world, so th
and marrying a fortune was not consi
retty ered a great point with them. -
iereo Andreyw Carnegie .is another Who
liv- little girl, it she grows up to be
s her willful young lady, will not lailc f
the support of; the man with million
man- let her do what she will-Qr, at.le
mag- so all *ould believe who rememb
ad it how loyally he came to the support of
was his favorite, niece, Miss Nancy Cair
flying negie, when everybody in her family
her, was against her.
t'rel times o'
-- ý-"- ['p til y old fri
ARSTON'S I wonder
PROPOSAL t ioihtflly.
Rut the w
By MARGARET WESTRUP
(CpI') iL;h t, by Josela tB. Bwles.) tis tile tritt
Sheila v as perplexed. She rested hash't ie gel
her elbows on tihe' table among tithe friends, whil
loose sheets of manuscript, and her Iimaid he lovi
.hin in her hands and.ll saring out at I One sh e 1
lhe gray sky, tried to think Iow a was ca i
toting m1an should propose. cesful visit
Suddenly she had an idea. ...You've n(
lBeing by nature as Irish as herfog alon'
lalue and eyes, she was inlpiliv-e. fog am on
and choosing a clean sheet of paper,. lcolly.
Gihe dashed off the following ltter: lie sail
.")ear Marston.: iiw does a youn' I that ie was
nan proploss at all? In a letter, mind than to tal
No getting off with glances and half- mrent she f(
ýWorids. I want a letter from an ordi hin beside
:iary nice young En glishnlan. nmy hero. When ht
ko my heroine, asking her to lmarry What ha'
him. My imagination evidently fails self? he s
to stupply a correct htter, for tile N-nothii
t'dior of 'The C'rescent' (oh. Marston. '1 I llpp
}think of me appearing in 'The Cre- underai
iett' --well, he writes that he likes tired to dio
a short story of mine very much. anl1ti "iy thin
1ie thinks the plot original, hilt that lately," shi
I fail in deplictig the hero s love for " Alt eli
the heroine, more eslpeciall in the let- of his ton
ter he writes to her to ask her to mar- comfort toi
ry him. "Sonleti
"Now, I have an inspiration, Mars- she said. I
Ston; could you write a proposal for "'Not in
tno? Just as you think you would tion.
write to anyone yoII wanted to m1Lar- .I'd lho
ry. You see, you're a man, aw:l wouhl She tal
,know what to say., at any rate, better denly thi
than iI shouldl: so you will help m,', cave a li
won't youi? Yours, ton, why
"SHEILA I.ESMONI-. Why -
She posted it then and theri', hall she
The next aftlerloon when she re- mult'll to
turned to the rooms she shared with "I Col'
it fellow-writer she found his answer *
waiting for her. She pounced on it The u
delight: edly. changed
It ran thus: ines nov
"My Dear Sheila: After all I'm go- "It is
ins to write it. I've tried so often to put you'
say it, and I never can screw up my one mor
courage. I want to ask you if you'll Soon
he my wife. I know you've never thlik (c
thought of me like that. and you're once all
heaps too good for me, but I love you manlint
0 I'd have to make you happy. I'd She I
give my whole life to that. W:on't you of the
trv and cart- for me a little. dear? lope. I
You're just the world to nie-evCer)- less it
thing_'s leln,0ll'Is withott )yo. to a hI
'lForgive me if I've startl'l 'o-l, t d,-ss&
dear I'm but a clumsy brulte', aly- 'lh:
lear. ¶ glow
va'. "MARSTON HlUG'IIE.-. hled a
Marian. her friend looked up from pened
her letters first.
si''l' said. "will it do't ' . "a l
Shila's head was still down. enta yo
o ver the sheet of smulae:t note-paper. rSudt
.y.es." she said. slowly, "it will do. -sort c
I mlst write and thank him thisi in It.
That evening Sheila .dashed oft . a the
h "lDear Marston: Thanks for letter. color
a, she I'm quite sorry for you--you do it so unste
oe well! But It will dlo beautifully for ariti:
,th hero in my story. I could never
have wrltten one lIke It myself. I di pld
Sit not know you hal so much eloquence. rt
rle d I'm tsure nt'l he compensation for your a
e ra a trouble when youi stc your letter in
da r Molly, the Maid,' i n 'The Cresent!' all
a me e Yours sincerely, bag
a"SHEIIsLX DESMOND." he
tuse * * *TI
bds Shela flung down her pen with an o
Ati p impatient sigh.
"Can't yoI t get on?" Marian askted, on
d t o e td"No oMarian; will you come and see
lvi r me when I'm in the wor-khouse?'."
" a hel. "yes dear, and bring you a bun In a
ass da- o Iaper bag."w i he e
itr P - "Aren't you mixing me up with thewa
te h ' bears at the zoo?" out sai
dhhlhhr . Marina eyed her oughtftlly. s
t an dlr an "It's a pity you don't try to get on
Sdowith that other story--'glOllY, the
dder. o l ai,'o she said. "You know the
2(1 t eeditor of 'The Crescent' will forgeteCr
hlibosu.t It's over tl'-ree. wees inrce he
trhe . Pr sent your stoyg ba k for you to a lter." b
tnt bur he " i a mi-o ihaa" said Sheila, in
ordeonsequetly- "' '"
snd o- I :lange oat te ti drizle of raIn
[rd oari ing I. r heft e rgay is h a.
" 'Beautiful' i r for a wak." she said.
onul blonbe Shella went sorth into tthe drizzle,
hat she i . sim graI fgure and proceeded to
in, but he try and wsalk herself into a suitable
Cs of free 'tamie of miind bShha-d C. tr. i Park i
d it Vap ..lfhswo rknantoriweil.. Uen even
PapPapa a - . ' she ha 1
Sthe w the park to herself. hi BIeu' fipll^
heen It Theq o.pJra' ttyB, hp.
r Mt m i Martong u 9' s eto '~n at.
tutt at l A s he d'e'eam : hspeas
ss ly, a. "Oh, 8a you Jc ;ara .l.=,
'7vi ya. nihold my urn.
bnee mo I:raed, gal-hy y:
ie of.B :rella while I shak ihinds wltlk you,
Ire wouldn't think of troublpng;you
i. he•re, ", g I ttle Pan Of hlrrol.
pposto . tiotu, I , !f60~ as .rsebud from the
:iertei We 4 llamP aIi'r Pls raised to his, like a
-Id when Mi ~:hildc' who ltd beenf cldiden for a&l
iarried e lunknown fault. Bill S.heila Wa t
·at first r!lu cill, . "0.' b ju!ed a stIff . .t.l.
they had d i smle and r , .. .... ";
wt , to deal uet" agree. mdi?
YB has 'brefr :ly. "Isn't i rt5lged y cay?"
ness, and !i ,,$'" . . .
• . a s as to . t"l1~.ve you en O itr pgl..F
Snot con I,,"About three weeks."
them... - "Then you have had ybu? ]ll of th
p. . to flndding her pretty head,
not iaak walked on.
.with mllion Marston Huhe stood and wat
hoo rere e " . m b t , ' :
Nancy Ca-pC ino "- erp ow a
in her famall she cried, "U I were in lov
drel times over I would never g!ve
Sup miy old frind-. Never, never!"
"I wonder why Marston 41, ghes
never comn's here' now .' Marian said
Marian was tryin- at tim te.
But the white face' oppOsite her
smiled bravely on.
"Oh. he's a had hhoy entirely, and
'tis the truth I'm telling you. For
hasn't he gone and forgotten his ould
friends, while he's aftlher courtin the
rmaid he loves'."
mOne she mnlt him in the street. It
was a misterable fogy ev'ening and
she was coming homne frotl an unt uc
cesifil visit to an edilitorial sanctui.
"You''ve no bfusiniess to be out in this
fog alone,'" he said, brusquetly.
" I am on my way home," she said.
1ie said nothilln. She remembere@.
that he was always more prone to act
I -than to talk. Anyway the next mo.
I ment she found herself in a cab, witli
him lesilde her.
W \hen he' spoke his voice was harsh.
'r "What have you been doing to your'
S self'" he said.
n "I1 siuplpos' you are overworkinu and
under-tatin g. It's absurd. You're
tired to death."
i "My thinlgs--haven't had much luck
hat hlatl. " salh 1.
o "All editor. are fools.'" the eine'rgy3
le- of his tone's brought an odd sellne of
ar- confort to her'.contributors,
.Solui'in,.' s it's the contritu tors.
ars- she said, with a little launh
for ".Not in your case,"' with firm convir.
ar- ..I'd bow, only it's. so dark."
nild She talked on gayly. anl then std'
'tti dlenly they we're almost tlhere. She
me' gave a little breathles gasp: "Mars
ton. why haven't you been to see mie?''
\Vhy diln't he answer? Oh. why
had she said it? Yet it didn't seem
re- much to do for old friendship's sake.
with "I couldn't.," he said, (lq ietly.
wer * 1 *
)n it The unhealthy close weather had
changed; there was frost in the morn.
n go- It is lbitterly cold out. Mind you
en to put your thick things on." said Marian
p myn one mornin'e as she hurried away.
you'll Soon after Sheila slippeld into her
never thick coat oed'iently. Marston had
You're once approved of it; he had said the
P Y01 manliness of it on her was delightful.
I'll She put her hand absently into one
t you of the po,'ckets. and drew out an envP'
dear? lope. Looking tlown at it the dreami.
-everyv- Iess in her eyes slowly gave plac'E
1. to a heowlderet d wonder. It was ail'
you, I dressed in her own writing to Marston
anty- , Hughes!
low\iy. with coil fingers that trem
IIES. bled and fumbled aggr'avatingly. she
p from opened the envelope and took out the
I sheet of paper inside.
"Dear Marston," she read. "how. does
Sbent a young man propose at all?"
aper. Suddenly she gave a little stra~gled
ill do. sort of cry-a soh and laugh mingled
m this in it. She sat down suddenly on the
nearest chair; she trembled so that
Soft . a the sheet of note-paper shook it her
hand. Then with a rush the joy and
letter. color came hack to her face; she rose
do it so unsteadily and, going across to her
'iyly for I writing-table, she unlocled a drawer
I oer and, taking from it a piece of note
I de i paper scrawled over with thick smudgy
ue ene writin.g, went back to her chair and
fooryour read It tironsh. -
ltr i "It's mine." she whispered: "tine
lesen !' all mine." She gave a little happy soft
laugh and, leaning back, rested her
IOND." cheek against the paper.
* Then she dashed off an incoherent
with "I want to see you at once. Oh, I
am so sorry. Please come, Marston
an ased do come at once. "SHEIIA."
te and see lie came ahout half-past three.
Ise?" . *0You wahttel to see me"he shild.
a bun in a 'he cold courtesy of his tone braced
wth thheh,' When she answered hqt ivoice
p the wak as steady as bie.
"I want to explain something," she
to get on "Yes*?"
dolly, the There was a pause.
know the "l-nyou see-the editor of 'The
will forget Crescent'-he-he--I mean I sent a
a l r." short story to him and he liked it, but
u to alter. -he-he said-"
I Shells, in- She stopped ndt drew a deep breath.
"He said-my hero's love-making
.li;LttleShe was not real-andand-ndspecially
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