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The Gardena of "Friendship,” Famous for Distinguished Honeymoons.
the of Her Own Choice.
FIVE cities are en.lo.vlng by proxy th*»
romance of “The Girl Who Mas
Everything.'* For by that title
those who know her well or know her lit
tle is Evelyn Walsh known.
Clyde Fitch, the heart historian In plays
of the smartest American set. had In mind
Evelyn Walsh when he wrote for Eleanor
Hobson the comedy “The Girl Who Has
Everything." Me gave her wealth, beauty,
friends, suitors, health, a tender aud devoted
family, yet he wrote a play about her be
cause she had not that which she wanted
more than all else, a lover whoua She
loved.
That until within a month was the story
of Evelyn Walsh. Now that she aas wou
him all who know Miss Walsh nre delight
ed, almost as delighted as Is she who at
last Is really “The Girl Who Has Every
thing.” With due authority, after Inter
mittent rumors, the announcement of the
engagement of Miss Walsh and Edward
Beale McLean has been made. Both fam
ilies havo received the felicitations of
their friends and congratulated them and
each other.
The father of The Girl Who Has Every
thing is Thomas F. Walsh, one of the
richest men who was ever graduated from a
Western mining camp Into international
society. To his fortune of $25,000,000. an
ever Increasing fortune, she is the sole heir.
Three years ago she was joint heir to that
fortune with her brother, Vinson Walsh,
but an automobile accident ended his life
In a tragedy in which she nearly shared.
The sudden death of this brother was the
first sorrow that ever came to The < 3, vl
Who lias Everything.
Edward Beale McLean, her fiance, Is
the only heir of John H. McLean, the
multi millionaire owner of the Washington
Post and the Cincinnati Inquirer, and the
the nephew of the wife of Admiral
Dewey. Their fortunes are nearly equal.
In age they are nearly the same. Miss
Walsh being twenty-three and Mr. McLean
twenty five. Each has known luxury since
their infancy. Mr. McLean might Indeed
have been called The Boy Who Had Every
thing.
Since the Walshes moved to Washington
and, entertaining lavishly at their home
In r>:ipont Orel*. Intercttni, fac
tors !n the noetety es the National Capi
tal. all yearn ng", Minn Walnb anil Mr.
Met.ean hare been frtenia. anil In a (leant
tory may hare ohaerreil eneh other, nbe
thlnklnt nnd aaytne: “He would h» a nt—
hoy Hhe hadn't everythin* already “ He
earln* “A nlee girl, hut apolled by bavlue
everythin*.*'
And they went their aeveral ware, nbe
to Europe to he wooed by a Trine* and
no-ne neMen. apion* them the Duke of Alba
Nominally at leant It wan ahe who wn*
wooed, hot the elear eye* of the Amerlean
ylrl aaw beneath thin adulation a. worahlp
not of her but of her father'a mllllona.
•Tlnrn .An,.’* ahe aatd. with the nearent
approach V auger of which her amiable
naf re 1" capable. 'Trtneen and thlnra
mifv he all very well In their way. hot
not for me If 1 cannot find a plain, true
good American who wanta me for myaelf
; will remain « bachelor girl In fart. I
lather lodine to he a barhelor ftrl.”
At a tea given fn Washington this
remark wn repeated to Mr. Mc!*ean. The
tdessed matc'.irr.aker. who Is said to hart
mad* Joseph Dollar and Julietta William*
almost aa aurely aa tha clergyman who
wedded them performed that office, went
and told It.
•Ditt a-a ladted?' queried tha Boy W'ho
Had Everything. “I always thought she
was a fine girl, but I didn’t think any so
ciety girl had so much common sense.
At which she smiled as smiles the
Sphinx, and Informed Edward Beale Mc-
Lean that he was “a very bad boy Indeed."
It was at the same tea that Mr. McLean
made his way to Miss Walsh’s side and
said something patronizing, which brought
from her a rebuke:
"Do yon know, Eddie McLean, that you
are a very Irritating little boy?”
“Why?”
“Wily? Well, for several reasons. You
are so irritatingly self satisfied, when real
ly you have no reason to be.”
“No reason to be? Why not?”
"Because you haven’t demonstrated yonr
right to live at all. If I were a boy I
would show that I could earn my own
living.”
"How?”
“Well, why don’t yon go to work In your
father’s office? Ts I were 3'ou I would be
gin at the bottom and lonrn the news
paper business. Why, I would learn It
myself If papa would let me. I think It
Is the most fascinating work in the world.
I have a friend on a Denver paper who Is
going to take me to the next murder trial
she writes up.”
It was n curious coincidence that Ed
ward Beale McLean afterward took the
witness stand at a famous murder trial In
Washington.
"I am a newspaper reporter,” he testi
fied. “Yes, I might he called a cub re
porter, I suppose. I have only been at It
a year. I was sent by the city editor to
Interview this woman at fh~ police station.
It was my opinion that she talked Irra
tionally.”
And Edward McLean continued to n
cub reporter. He was beginning to build a
solid foundation upon which to rear the
superstructure of his management of his
father’s newspapers. It was In this ca
pacity that he went to Chicago to attend
the National Republican Convention last
month. There he met Evelyn Walsh, who,
from the gallery reserved for distinguished
visitors, smiled upon him at his labors with
writing pad and fountain pen and mes
senger boys In the sweltcrlug convention
The Entrance to “Wolhurat.”
hall. It was a far different smile than the
one she bad bestowed upon him when two
years before at the Washington tea sho
bud told him he was a “very Irritating
boy.*' Then the smile had been sweet and
cold This mat wanner, more intimate.
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Dollars
and to Wed
It had In It an Intoxicating quality that
made him thank Alice Roosevelt Long
worth, and accept before she had finished,
an invitation to a dinner at which he
would meet “Evelyn Walsh and some of
the other girls you know.”
When she hud begun Mr. Walsh shook
his head. "A fellow has n great deal to do
at a convention; you know,” he began, but
when she reached Evelyn Walsh’s name he
changed his mind unaccountably, and his
regrets becamo Instantly an acceptance.
At which Alice Longworth looked up at
him with a quizzical smile and self-con
tained Edward Beale McLean, blushed.
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“I read all your reports In the Post,"
Miss Walsh had said sweetly at dinner.
“You will come to Denver, too, of course?
Do let us eutortalu you at Wolhurst.”
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The Boat Landing of the Lake at "Wolhurat.”
“I • boa Id Hk» to above all things, ' re
tamed young McLean.
“Wall* a rat la lb# lata Renator Wol*
hurst's place. Just outside Danver. Esther
has been entertained there. You must an*
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To Denver ha want for tha benio- ratle
National eonvantton. That ha thought It
aeceasary to bt tbara a fortnight before
tua coortutlon baguu surprised other news
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p*»fer men Hut lie wss so seldom seen at
the newspaper centres that they became
apprehensive "Ned McLean Is working up
a 'bent.' *' they warned each other, but
they were not prepared for the nature of
that “best."
At beautiful Wolhnrst, Evelyn Welsh,
«tifn ah*- went forth In the gardens to
gather armfuls of roe*-*, was attended by
Ned M cl.eon. On tha verandahs, a a sis
swung In the gay btied tiaminock and
gaged at the white crest of Pike's Peak,
there wss Ned M*f.ean. When she made
her mad afternoon dashes to Colorado
Hprlnga In her flying motor young Vlr.
Mfl.eun w/i* bar breathless companion.
And after d mar, while she sat at tha
wiudowa of the drawing room at Wolhurat,
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“Wolhurst,” Thomas F. Walsh's Ro
mantic Summer Home Near Denver.
a fleecy wrap white h* n snow elond about
her shoulder*, her vivid, dark face stenting
a spiritual spell from the moonlight, Ned
Mcfarnn was more than ever there In
fnrt, It was on one of these moonlight
evenings that the psychological moment
arrived, the moment from which all lovers
reckon ihelr lives as before and after, tha
lice of demarcation between the time when
life was empty ami the other time when
1t was overflowing with all the Joya of all
the universe, the time when The Girl Who
Has Everything heard from the Hoy Who
Has Everything that what he had larked
all hi* life was her love and bar com
panionship.
Their wedding will take place at the
Walsh home on Dupont ft-cle In Washing
ion. The honeymoon will he spent where
Alice Roosevelt spent hers, where Edith
Root spent the first twa weeks of her
wedded llf*». at Friendship, the romantic
country home of th<- elder McLean, In the
suburbs <if the capital
Miss Evelyn Walsh lias had. In the
twenty three years of her life, all the pleas
ures possible to secure Hhe has literally
been the Girl Who l|»id Everything
When, after the accident at Newport, In
which her brother wss killed arid she was
seriously Injured three years ago, she de
sired to drive once more, her father had
fitted up for her an Invalid’s motor car.
It i oat the fond multi millionaire fattier
AIO.OW to build and ejulp the automobile
fo>- bl* daughter. Those who peeped ho
tseci the silken port l» res daw • revelation
of the mteae|ws of modern sol nee coupled
with th* wonder working power of great
woe Mb It was equipped with an el fttr\r
light System of varying power, according
to in* mo*»ds and need* of tha Invalid. In
It wss a web of heating pipes so regulated
lb.it Hu deilately parted balance of Uui-
Mibb Evelyn Walsh, “The Girl Who
Haa Everythlnu."
pen tore preserved In an Incubator conld
he maintained. In the centre was a couch
draped In splendid purple. Two long seats
for guests were poised upon swivels, so
that they conld he swung around at will to
fsce the Invalid ns she rested on her couch.
It bad a system «»f buttons as complete
as those of a hotel. * Whatever were the
n t«ti*-s of fhi dnugbter of n rnultl million
alre they coaid he signified by pressing a
button To the chauffeur or the liveried
footman wss eommunh-nted Instantly the
nature of her wants The Ivory knob In
dicated whether It wss desired that they
should go f infer, should slow down, should
stop, shoo'd “serve luncheon." Tha sl -nal
flashed out In red letters before the servi
tor
A wide running hoard, rubber coated,
permitted Ml“* Walsh to pass from toe
front scats In the tonneau to her houdolf.
fn the car she could enjoy a alienee as pr*»
found tia that In the heart of tho forest of
Fontalnebleu, for the gears were encased
Iri aluminum, muffling every sound, ft was
her fond father's Idea who could afford to
Indulge her every whim.
Miss Walsh bus many homes. The Walsh
residence at Dupont flrcle. In Washing
ton, Is one of the handsomest In the capi
tal neaullf'u. one of Newport's show
places, was her home when the accident
tl>nt deprived her brother of bis life oc
curred. Wolhnrst, near Denver. I« the
Walshes* Western country home In the
Ely see IVoiet In Purls the Walsh family
have n stilt# hy the year In London they
tint* engr-g# apartments at the f'nrlefnn.
The girl who now truly has "every*
thing." has more Jewels than ahe can
count. Hhe does not know how many
gowns site has, how many pairs of b*»nta
or of silk stockings Occasionally she asks
her rnald to spread before her nil her wrap*
that she mar refresh her memory as ta
how many ahe has and which will best
suit her caprice of the evening
When It pleases her to entertain het
friends she may fill her father's house wltb
then*, a score at a time, nr may conirnla
shio his vn»-ht and take them for a threo*
months' cruise
When she shops she never s*ka the prfc#
'•t anything Hhe asys, merely, “Hend tb*
hill to paps."
When, negr month, ahe returns fro»*
Wolhnrst to the East she will almost In*
mediately sail for Paris to buy har trout
scan. Ifer filber has said. "Get anything
you want, my dear. Never mind the eoofc
I want my daughter to Uave Any thing >M
Want*'*