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"She Has Never Been
blcs, But I Guess
Mother of Red Cross G:
True When Major C
Overseas-Family Re
Arms After Honeymooi
in True Cinderella Sty
gg ND so the poor little I
millionaire blue-blooded
moon they went for a trip aro
Sounds like the finale of of
never happen outside the cove
a sentence, it epitomizes the
Harriman, son of the late (
Mrs. W. K. Vanderbilt and col
The "poor little Red Cross nurse"
was Miss Sally Hunter. daughter of
a New York street car conductor.
sine Wednesday, when the mar
riage ceremony was performed at
French Lick springs, she has been
Mrs. Herbert M. Harriman.
Let any novelist conjure a
romance as "far-fetched" as this
ene, which actually happened. Miss
Hunter Is as pretty as any heroine
that ever lived in printer's ink. She
lived on New York's East Side. and
never mingled with the smart set
in which Harriman is a favorite son.
The parents of Miss Hunter oc
cupy an apartment one flight up at
No. 78 East Ninety-sixth street.
Sally's best friends, even her rela
tives, refused to believe her when,
last Tuesday, she announced that
she was "going West to marry a
They didn't believe it, in fact.
until it was exclusively announced
in the New York American, not as a
fact but as a prediction before the
fact. Even then they were skepti
cal.' Newspapers have been known
to be wrong.
But the marriage took place in
French Lick Springs. The next
step-if this were a novel instead of
a fact-would have been stern ob
jections from Mr. Harriman's blue
blooded relatives. Nothing of the
sort. The bridegroom received the
best wishes of his kin. Immediately
after the wedding Mrs. Oliver Har
riman received the bride into her
home and wished the pair every pos
sible happiness.
As for Sally's folks, they took the
same stand. Discussing her daugh
ter's marriage, Mrg, James Hunter
Mary Wi~ilcocks, lgnora
Ruise With Common Sal
Man-r IIouse With ArI
grps-=Famous ILingu:
When JEe Offered 11er I
(Great Crime
O NE fine April evening, jt
an agricultural laborer
their frugal supper in their litt
in Gloucestershire, when there
"Come in," called the laboi
the table, thinking it was one<
But the only response was anc
and, grumbling to himself, he
fell back in astonishment, fa
his cottage, was a young womi
seen any one dressed before.
curious kind of rich colored
round her jet black hair that
was wearing some long, loose
a~ color, while, strangest of
stdckings covering her feet.
sh~ shrank back In apparent fear 4
when the laborer opened the door, t
and lier black eyes gased into his t
face as though searching it for some t
sign of this intentions. Her red lips n
parted slightly, and showed a row a
of dazzling white teeth.t
"What do you want?' asked thet
laborer in astonishment.
The strange girl (she looked only
twenty or so) shook her head and a
smiled as though she did not under- A
stand. She pointed to herself, and f
uttered softly just one word- l
"Caraboo!" ti
The stranger had stretched out U
her hands to the cottage fire, as i
thou-h grrateful fea- the warmth, and =
accustomed to Automo
she Will Learn," Says
Irl, Whose Dreams Camt
ime Back Home From
:eives Her With Open
i Trip Around the World
ed Cross nurse married the
banker, and for their honey
and the world."
is of those love stories that
en of a novel, doesn't it ? In
romance of Herbert Melville
Oliver Harriman, brother of
asin of the late E. H. Harri
Who Wed
The Girl He
Left Behind.
obe i
id ' kw
tbu im . I d k a
"Ive met Herbert and he seems
to be a very nice gentleman. Out
side of that I don't know much
tocracy Begglng Auto
[st IFinally Trapped Her
~aper to Recad.
'nvestiga tor.)
st after dusk had fallen,
and his wife were having
le cottage at Almondsbury,
came a timid knock at the
er, without moving from
~f the villagers.
ther timid tap at the door,
arose and opened it. He
r there, standing outside
n dressed as he had never
On her head was some
turban, folded round and
showed beneath it. She
garment of a bright .crim
all, she had no shoes or
oth Mr. and Mrs. sibthorpe noticed
biat her hands did not look as
riough their owner had done much
kanual labor. There wasn a look
bout her face, too, which gave one
1e impression that she was of well
.do origin, despite her rather short
ome, and her full, blood-red lips.
Suddenly she turned from the fire
rad faced the two kindly oottagers.
stream of foreign words poured
om her lips, not one of which the
borer and his wife understood,
ough occasionally they caught the
ord "Caraboc" again. Blut though
eyv could not understand the Ian
sage in which she wa. .speaing,
Mrs. Herbert Melv
banker, who wed her
Sarah Jane Hunter, a
pital. They will soon
Co l an t i g n o trg tfito
they ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ q weeqikeSnudesadn
the bsines he mae. udrtn
"h y tves o r t 's hunry, "
Crued hehitabl Mnourig Sitopn
aste nwew-er in teto? h al
athen tohe m oth. "h'
tr y te us." hngs ugr,
cithe fosingtaye sithraner
Lordh Mayor. But nnither he norl
his fllowmagisrate wee-bl t
get ny frthe towrds olvig th
mytey f eridntty an h
ordeed tat se shuld e set t
th wokos. r.W rrlhw
evr hopoe t eexrml
kidere, okhrbakt nl
Hal an feedt ok fe e
till _twsdsoee hr h
Ever effrt, atually wasmad
to fidotwo4ews n eea
famou linuist cam to loucster
shr n h op ftakn teln
gug4h.tagr pk.Aset
mof uiehee hariin wa unestntdt
heor niverffhs incometuy. y h
Couldt nanguagen, ibutrh Wito
be hwear than thmattepae
heyhdsna werie in nertnding
eathly togngue! mae.lyhepo
noucehny, the pro the huny
veridthe hoaiedtae ctmnt Sitoee
ahe anedcorer moined turothe thal
evant thet rea mdenth andhrig
ofThe follong. th trne
ind he cuau reakalthi nd harp
fene. fone taatin Prue
toeeailr, nwhoeshi and utins
atakt Bristol h ba eaor the
thed myr.out etraer he Knor
hisl flled'mandtatsere aobe tor
mgteto y frher.wrssovn h
mysterynofahtrrndwntiy, and ep
ordeedghat hbe sold te ent."
the workhugsle the. Worrall ow
il Harriman, bride of th
after a war romance at Car
Red Cross nurse, she minis
start on a honeymoon arou
Bu listen
"Now t
Btrs," y a
fao us chtMr rim n Ivstiar
ie , n a wich wil aupphe
pectato . Sden t hse wtrgr
eyes HatS ans bean sp a nr
ralyhv to doe ai orn, ork."js
as ra idy he pae tobedde
"The World's ar
tho s rb e mNetln
an oipti ent ahi heyl raize
pthator.Sdel the stranger's lnug a
rbpidn dtcovere atlot, hopi ughte
hadlot unestoo apwrd tof bet.
lightem, whl ishe?"edmr al
ankd MrWor a impatientyrli
"She's the Princess C'araboo, sir!"
camefl the astounding answer.
"It's a most remarkable story,
sir," replied the sailor. "The
Princess was one day walking, in
the private grounds of the Rloyal
Palace, whieh is close to the sea
shore, attended only by three of
her women, when she was suddenly
seized and gagged and bound and
carried off by one of the pirates
who infest the China seas. Hie sold
her to the captain of a trading
brig, who, hearing that she was a
Princess, got frightened and trans
ferred her to another ship sailing
for Europe.
"It was eleven weeks before she
sighted land near enough to make
her escape, and one evening she
jumped overboard and swam ashore
before anyone could prevent her.
She must have landed not far from
Bristol, and shts tells me she hid
herself during that night end the
following day in a barn, not know
ing what country she hnd enme to.
The following evening, feeling
s millionaire New York
rp Taylor, where, as Miss
tared to him in the hos
ad the world.
It is generally thought that Mr.
Harriman will be able to suDport his
wife with the few paltry millions he
OL R Ta series of articles on
eatest Women Impos
ie Daan Kannibelle,
ato. Te furt*ar
f Perjrers,"or th
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hmral. detre htteEs
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fonorjurt ers, posr hemadd
ALyno. alth rnesaa
intthe dotran chcesand hews
hiytreasuvreid by erboduat
thoughensh. Ancontundferanda
the wans ay howene rafl favor
ito lendv urybody." i alag
noiceof a Mrh. neet whowne
trined a the princesso a hersit
Mrk.Nae adentre a the .astd
Inodd Coby allotualy putonetof
thfi peole ah ere disposnlthedroyae
favrnofete frners tarbo, bhe
me o a fiedowa with alher.niy n
hortAt her osamtion, dhmanded.
hArd anle1-ver the om PrinceCaa
aboo igned uerbl utoaphn
in hof tre cntnwhater. nhee
rcipnts.ed talkint o her tane
tngu othe ortugu ee alr, whode
beor a~ lieft land .. an otan.
Real Love Match Had
Beginning at Camp
Taylor When Blue
Blooded Banker Was
Ill With Influenza.
The marriage was a real love
match, that had its inception in the
war period. While at Camp Taylor
as a major of field artillery Mr.
Harriman became ill of influena.
He was cared for In the post hos
pital by Miss Hunter, who had
joined the Army Red Cross as a
nurse when the United States en
tered the war. He got excellent
care. Before he left the hospital
he had proposed. And the poor
little nurse. instead of accepting
eagerly, hesitated.
Mr. Harriman went abrjad, and
when he returned he renewed his
courtship. Sally wasn't dazzled by
his Blue Book listing or his Brad
street rating. She withheld a final
answer. It is the way of woman.
the novelists say. The wealthy
suitor kept up a continuous bom
bardment of letters, telegrams.
letters, flowers and other gifts. It
was only a week ago that Miss
Hunter finally decided to may yes.
And so they were married. Three
days later.
Mr. and Mrs. Harriman are spend
ing a couple of weeks at French
Lick Springs. Then will come the
honeymoon that is dreamed of by
many but realized by few-outside
of the best sellers. The couple will
tour the world. They will go first
to Belfast, Mrs. Harriman's birth
place, thence to Africa, and later
to Japan. On the completion of
the honeymoon Mr. and Mrs. Harri
man will live in New York city.
To return to Sally's mother.
After the wedding, she said:
"Mr. Harriman has got a very
good girl in Sally. My only hope
is that he proves a good husband.
Sally, of course, has never been ac
customed to automobiles, but I guess
she'll learn. She hasn't cared much
for society people, but those who
have met her have been very kind."
The new Mrs. Harriman is of an
Irish type of beauty. She was born
in Belfast twenty-nine years ago and
came to this country at the age of
sixteen. She arrived here with her
sister, Annabelle, and later the whole
family came along. Her father.
James Hunter, conducted an under
taking establishment in Belfast.
When he arrived in this country he
became a car starter for the Metro
politan Railway Company. Two
brothers and two sisters complete
the family.
The present Mrs. Harriman is the
third wife of the financier. The
first Mrs. Harriman, divorced him in
1906. and he was divorced by his
second wife last March. The first
Mrs. Harriman was Miss Isabelle
Hunnewell. of Boston. The second
was a daughter of Justice John R.
preter, and he looked hard at Mrs.
"Who is Mary?" asked Mrs. Wor
"Why. Mary Willcock., who was
my servant and left me about a
year ago," answered Mrs. Neale.
"I'm positive that that is her."
"You must be mistaken. She
can't speak a word of English. She's
a princess from the East, and has
told the sailor by her side, who
speaks her language, that she was
kidnaped by pirates and brought to
England. She is the Princess Cara
boo, of royal blood."
Mr.- Worrall felt certain that
Mrs. Neale had made a mistake, but
Mrs. Nealo was equally poitive,
and she was so cIrcumstantial in her
description of Mary Sillcocks and
how exactly it tallied with the Prin
cess Caraboo that other people be
gan to get suspicious and several
efforts were made to trap her into
admitting that she was an imposter,
but without success.
It was quite by accident, indeed,
that one of the most amazing im
postures of modern times was ex
posed and the Prinoess Caraboo
found to be nothing more than a
remarkably clever Devonshire girl
in search of notoriety. Her exposure
came about as follows:
One day a very famous linguist,
hearing of the remarkable appear
ance of the P'rin'ess Caraboo and
the strange tongue in which sho
spoke. and which nobody under
stood, paid a visit to Knole IBall
with several friends. As with every
body else who had tried, he was
unable to make himself understood,
nor could ho understand the
strange language in which the prin
cess spoke. lie offered her an Ori
ental manuscript written in one of
the Indian dialects. thinkitig p.er
haps she might he able to read it.
though he hImself could not speak
it. i soihet h ea
S CENE-The Annapos elewi
care one early morning reoent
ly. A crowding, pusking,
roaring mob of blue-ciad Middles
that filled the seats and overflowed
out into the platforms, making the
air blue with jokes and cigarette
smoke. Fat and thin, tall and short,
dark and fair, they sang and about
ed as we swung out into the coun
try, the soft, Southern drawl sooth
ing the harsher New England
twang in the Babel of happy voices.
For the Midshipmen were bound
for the harbor of the Academy. They
had been on a cruise across the
pond, spent' the day in Africa,
walked on the Rock of Gibraltar,
danced with the Queen of Norway.
And they had a great time at the
British ambassador's reception in
Christiani-at least according to the
story told by a Middy-whose fre
quent "you all's betrayed his Vir
ginia origin-to a mere citisen who
happened to be penned in the same
."You see when the fleet anchored
in Christiani we were much feted.
and among the entertainments gfr
en us was a reception and ball at
the British embassy. Well, we fel
lows all arrived on time and as we
filed into the hall, we saw a pom
pous-looking guy standing at one
side. One of the fellows started to
shake hands with him, but a boy
behind whispered "For the love of
Mike, don't-that's only the butler."
So we Middles went proudly by giv
ing a passing glance at the impos
ing-looking personage who appeared
to think that he was the whole
works, anyway.
"After while we formed to be pre
sented to the ambassador and when
we reached his presence we found
we had another think coming-"
And the Middy paused.
"Why, what was the trouble?"
asked the mere cit.
"Trouble," howled the Middy as
he kicked another boy in the shin.
"Oh, nuthin' much-only the man
we took for the butler was the am
bassador himself'
e e "
IT sounds too good to be true
but it is true. And it happened
a few months ago in a little Greek
restaurant near the State Depart
ment, a cafe where the French dish
es are served by an African waiter
and the cashier hails from Austria.
Two ladies, one of them married,
entered the room. Just as they were
about to take their seats one of the
waiters, glancing in their direction,
bawled out through the small aper
ture which opens into the kitchen's
dark and mysterious caverns, "Two
old maids."
Both ladies flushed with indigna
tion. They beckoned to the pro
prietor, who came bowing to listen
to a tirade against such treatment.
"I did not come in here to be in
"Ciraboo " Was Magi
Spoke When She App
From Out of Nowhere
When QuestIoned in 2
Globe IHad Even Oxie
to read it fluently, in her own lan
guage, however, her finger moving
across the page as she read it.
"That language, like Hebrew,"
said the lInguist quietly to his
friend, "is read from right to left,
not left to right, as in English."
A few minutes atterwards the
fInger of the Princess Caraboo was
tracing the manuscript irom left to
right, showing that she had over
heard the words spoken in English
and understood them.
From that time she was treated
as an imposter, and a few days
afterwards she confessed that the
whose story had been made up by
her and the Portuguese sailor, who
had gr-omptly dIsappeared when he
saw that the imposture was discov
Hpr confession, given in the broad
est West Country accent, revealed
the fact that she had been born at
Witheridge, a little village in Devon
shire, and was the second child of
Thomas Willcocks, a cobbler there.
She was only twenty-five when she
deceived thousands of people by her
remarkable story and the way she
acted it. but in those twenty-five
years she had managed to crowd
more experience of life than moet
gIrls get.
When she was old enough to leave
school she became a servant, but
she left sItuation after situation be
cause she found them so dull, and
her mistresses found that they could
never rely on her. She was always
tellIng them stories of strange men
who ad c alled at the haouae in the
a Stuart
suited," stammered the sler m.
"What does that waiter mess W
shouting such things all over te
room about us-besides, I am a
married woman with five chilres."
The man in charge-he he
pened to be an American, seemed te
be suddenly struck with apoplesy.
Ite turned purple, pulled oft his cel
lar, and fell panting into a chair.
Then he burst into a loud guffw.
"That waiter isn't talking abort
you at all, Madam," he gasped, "He
is just ordering two cold teas."
THERE is one fashionable doeter
In town who is persona non grata
at the home of one of his wealthy
patients and it all came about by
the sad fate of the familys pst
The patient-a lady-was as ft
as she was rich and her case was
quite a lucrative one. Her interest
in life outside of herself was an
ugly, spiteful poodle, whose lack ed
intelligence was only equalled by
that of his mistress. One morning
when the doctor had just ad
ministered a bread-pill and was walk
ing quickly down the stately stair
way, he stepped forward toward
the gorgeous leopard rug which
graced the hall.
But he never reached it. As his
foot was about to descend, the
poodle ran beneath him. It was
too late to stop-the doctor plunged
forward and sat down heavily, his
200 pounds landing with a squash
on the top of pet, and when he
scrambled to his feet he saw that
the dog was mashed as flat as the
lie did not stand upon the order
of his going. With his instrument
case clattering in one hand the
doctor made a touch-down for ''
car that would turn a foc
player purple with envy. And
the doc calls no more on his we.i.ua
patient, while a marble yard ra,
had the job of erecting a fitting
stone over the remains of the ': t'im
of his mishap:
* * *
IT was out on Connecticut a" ,'
just in a corner of a hi d
.where the red. gold and -n
leaves were whispering to the
And down in their midst
tiny, golden-haired boy with fiuo.. .-.
cheeks and sober eyes. The little
hands were grimy with dirt as they
dug deeper and deeper into the sod.
By his side were a few small lumps
of coal.
"Why. Teddy, what are you do
ing?" I asked. He paused, placed
a lump of coal tenderly in the
ground. covered it with dirt and
pattend it down. Then:
"Oh, I'm just working for Mama,"
he said with manly pride.
"I'm planting some coal for her,
so she can have plenty next winter."
and he kept on patting the little
heaps of dirt with a dreamy look.
While I wandered down the streat
wondering if we would need -.,iv
Armament Conference If we all . -
to help as much as this child.
planting the harvest-even th "s ..
it would never be reaped.
C Word That Impost
eared to Peasant FaE...
:-lH er Steadfast Silence
Ull Known Languages of
rd Savants Pazzled.
absence of any one in authority, but.
needless to say, no confirmation of
her stories was ever forthcoming.
After she had left Mrs. Neale she
went to London, and there became
mixed up with sailor., one of whom
she married after her imposture.
Among the sailors she knew and be
came very friendly with was one
named Baker who had been on sew
eral voyages round the world, and
who fascinated her with the stories
of his adventures in foreign lands,
adventuree which not only had the
merit of being to a great extent
true, but fired her imagination, so
much that she made up her mind to
outdo them somehow or other.
From this sailor Baker she learnt
the rudiments of the Malay lan
guage, as well as many of the eus
toms of the natives, and with him
she conceived the scheme of becom
ing the Princess Caraboo. The two
hatched full details, and when 'the
Princess becnme accepted by all the
wealthy familieos in GIloucestershire,
Baker, posing as a Portuguese sailor,
turned up and translated the story
as arranged'
This knowledge of Malay and the
customs of the natIves explained
many things which puzaled people
who had comec to sen her, and who
had been In the East. They all ad
mitted that some of the words she
spoke seeme'd familIar, while her
-general mode of dressing and her
descrIption 'of the customs of her
country crtainly fItted In with the
story that she hadl come from some.

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