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Cdryi'll'kt, 1913, by the Star Company. Great Britain Rights Reserved,
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But (for the
Present) This
Noble Russian Beauty Has
ricked the Imperial Spies and
May Yet Escape the “Golden
Cage” Prepared for Her by
Her Shameless Husband and
a Dissolute Grand Duke
‘Be careful with your allur-
My Secrets of Beauty—** MM Fa^s L^infSv the Most
No. 231.—DEVELOPING T
I AM going to tell you to-day how to
be beautiful from your chin and
your ears down to the top of your
dress. The neck has always been
one of the delights of artists and all
admirers of women. Men are in
variably charmed by a beautiful back
and neck.
The shoulders are more or less
immovable. Not having to give any
expression to active life, they are
not subject to wrinkles, but they
suffer more or less from Ill-adapted
clothing. Nature is not equally kind
to all shoulders. Some are prominent
and bony, altogether unfitted for the
decollete. Nevertheless, every in
genious woman manages to find some
form of decollete adapted to her
chest and shoulders. The moment
that the shoulders are to be shown
we should know how they are to
have the proper color and how they
are to match the neca.
It is understood that special at
tention to the toilet of tne neck and
shoulders should be green dally
The skin of the neck, shoulders
and breast should present several
HE FULL BEAUTY OF YOUR
different tones. From the soft, rosy
flush of the cheeks the cuticle should
become paler and paler until if is an
absolutely dazzling zhite just above
the corsage. The throat should have
a tone slightly pinker than the shoul
ders.
Before applying |>owder or cos
metics, stand before your mirror and
assure yourself that ,ome part of
your skin is too ruddy or too pale.
Unless this is so, please put abso
lutely nothing on your skin. The
standards of beauty, as far as the
complexion is concerned, are based
on the appearance of a healthy skin
If your skin is healthy it will look
better in its natural state thau any
way you can alter it. If it isn't
healthy you are justified in covering
the blemishes as best you may. But
try to remedy the skin defect by im
proving vour general health.
Bean-flour and a distillation of
lemon juice, strawberry juice and
cucumber juice, as well as water of
gentian, all clean the skin well and
bleach It. It is best not to uso the
preparations usually sold, but to pre
pare them yourself so that you know
NECK AND SHOULDERS.
what you are using.
Here is an excellent paste for
bleaching the skin:
To make the skin of the neck firm,
rub it lightly with a bit of cotton
dipped in this preparation:
Glycerin
.... 50
Rosewater
.... 50
Oxygenized Water...
.... 20
Powdered Alum
I advise you, for daily use, to make
this soap, but only in small quanti-
ties-
Grammes.
Oil of Almonds, sweet.. .200
Butter
.... 200
Ordinary Soap
... 300.
Marshmallow Water
. .. 400
Alcohol
.... 50
Put all of this in a
pot, warm
slowly so as to allow all
to melt and
mix. Skim and allow to
fume it to taste.
cool. Per-
Let me recommend to
you finally,
if you would have a fine neck and
shoulders, to make a compress of the
juice of leeks, which you have
cooked with the tops for half an
hour and then strained.
T HE beautiful young Princess Olga Galitzina,
formerly Lady in Waiting to the Czarina, Em
press of Russia, has sailed secretly from New
York, but not to return to Russia, as ordered by the
Czar through the Russian Consul General’s office.
The Princess is now hidden elsewhere in Europe,
still hoping and striving with desperate earnestness
to keep out of reach of the ‘‘Czar's long arm.”
Her supposed departure for Russia arranged by New
York agents of the Russian Government, who secured
aer steamship passage and accompanied her on board
iust before the lines were cast off, was chronicled in the
newspapers. How she balked their plans at the last
moment, and the true story in detail of the humiliating
tnd disgraceful conditions extending practically to the
foot of the Imperial throne which caused her to flee
:o this country—is told by herself on this page.
At the request of Princess Olga, made through the
member of the New York Russian colony with
whom she left the story here printed, her present place
)f hiding is not revealed.
By Princess Olga Galitzina,
Formerly Lady in Waiting to the Russian Empress.
W HEN you read these lines I
hope to be safely hidden in
a country where the agents
of the Czar are less active than in
New York.
On Tuesday morning. June 17,
Baron Korff, Russian Consul-Gen
eral to New York, telephoned to me
at my hotel that he had secured
passage for me on the Campania,
which was to sail at 1 o'clock the
next morning. I knew that this was
the Baron’s polite way of notifying
me of an imperial command; never
theless I begged him, for reasons of
my own, to postpone the date of my
departure for Russia. He replied
somewhat curtly;
"Princess, I am sorry I cannot
change the date, as I have very ur
gent orders from the Ambassador in
Washington to get you a ticket on
the first sailing steamer. My secre
tary will call on you 'at 11 o’clock
in the evening, bring'you the ticket,
oay your hotel bill and take you to
the steamer.”
"It looks as if I were a prisoner
to be sent back by official orders.
But suppose I decline to sail What
will you do then?" I .inquired ner
vously.
"Well, I think in that case we
would have to us£ our official au
thority. Ana. Princess, I suppose
you do not want to make trouble
for yourself?" replied the Consul-
General.
"Baron, I am much surprised to
hear that,” I replied. “Didn’t you
tell me some days ago that you
would secure me a theatrical en
gagement if I would only consent
to give you the manuscript of my
drama, in which I intend to play the
leading role?”
“Yes, Princess; but you said you
would not give me the manuscript,
and so I am unable to do anything
for you,” replied the voice of the po
lite bureaucrat of the Czar.
“Is that why you keep the spies
on my track day and night? Is that
why you want to deport me in such
a strange way, after having built
about me a net of diplomatic in
trigues?” I retorted angrily.
“Well, we have secret agents and
use them when we need to,” the
voice replied. "I will take cire of all
your affairs and provide you with
money if you will not make any dif
ficulties for us, Princess. I hope to
meet you some day in Russia and
then we will have a better chance
to talk of art.”
Having bidden me farewell, the
Consul hung up the receiver and I
sank exhausted on my chair. My
head became dizzy and I felt as if
the fires of hades were raging in
my soul. I gazed blankly out of my
window at the gay crowds in the
street and felt I was a prisoner in
the apartment of a New York hotel.
Princess Olga Galitzina. She Fled from Russia to Escape the Consequences of the Shameless
Bargain Her Husband Made for Her with a Grand Duke Who Urged Her
“Not to Take Marriage Too Seriously.”
lady who received me hospitably as
a friend of my countryman. Half an
hour later Mr. X. and his friend, Mr.
Z., arrived with my things and as
sured me that I was safe.
It was near midnight. I felt as if I
had been saved from drowning. But
although exhausted and tired, I could
not sleep. The thrilling past moved
like a feverish panorama before my
eyes.
1 was bom a Princess of Cauca
sian blood My father. Prince Tscher-
kasky, is descended from an old
Tartar noble family and has occu
pied various high offices in my na
tive land. But he was not good to
my mother, so I lived with her in
St. Petersburg, where I was educated
in the famous College of Smolni. 1
was a pretty young girl, and men
adored me already when I was fif
teen years old. At the age of six
teen 1 became a Lady in Waiting to
the Czarina, because she thought I
was one of the prettiest girls of St.
Petersburg The officers of the
guard regiments were all madly in
love with me. Even the Czar kissed
my hands—of course, in the pres
ence of the Czarina.
"Princess, you will have a hard
life, with your beauty," said the
Czar humorously. “Feminine beauty
is the most intoxicating of sensa
tions for a man. The fact is, it can
deprive a most serious and respect
able man of his senses and self-con
trol. Therefore, be careful with your
fiery looks and alluring lips."
"Your Majesty, I am a sensible girl
and hope to withstand all tempta
tions," I stammered.
The fact was, I fell in love with
Prince Andrei Galitzine, an officer
of the Guard Curasslr Regiment, a
very handsome and rich young man
of the highest standing socially. He
was not exactly my ideal, but the
Czar said I should become his wife
Already, during our courtship. I felt
now and then doubtful moments I
was a girl of a very spiritual nature.
But my fiance seemed to be inter
ested only in physical matters. But
I could not change my mind, and so
became his wife.
Even in the first year of my mar
ried life I discovered that my hus
band hated my spiritual love of
beauty and considered me a dreamer.
He did not like that I should read
and write poetry or take any inter
est in art. He wanted to make a
bargain with me, and proposed to
one of the Grand Dukes to have me
as his favorite, in return for which
outrageous bargain the Grand Duke
would favor my husband politically.
The Grand Duke himself was mar
ried. I almost fainted. The Grand
Duke said to me cold-bloodedly:
“Princess, your husband is only
your partner, so it is only natural
that I should be your real husband.”
“Your Royal Highness, never! 1
shall not sell myself for anything in
the world. Even if I am not the wife
of my husband, certainly I shall not
be the creature of another man,” I re
torted vigorously.
The Grand Duke stared at me and
grunted, grimly:
“Well, we will see. Princess,
don’t take marriage so seriously. It
is only a label to cover other re
lations with something conven
tional."
1 began to see the horrible preci
pice of immorality that prevailed
in the gilded halls of palaces. I
shuddered and my nature revolted.
That is why I left my husband and
his gilded castles and went to my
mother, who was alive at that time.
She was a great soul and consoled
me. Now, the old, dormant idea of
the stage awakened in my soul. I
had studied drama in college. I
was by nature an actress.
When I made my first appearance
on the stage in St. Petersburg, I.
the first lady of the court, there was
a storm of indignation. I played
successfully and the audience ap
plauded my art. The Czar was bit
terly against me in the beginning,
but being a great lover of the drama
he soon forgave me. But the corn;
circle never could say a good word
for me. I was ostracized and bit
terly condemned, not only for being
an actress, but for being the sep
arated wife of a high functionary
of the court.
The intrigues against me started.
All kinds of temptations were put
in my way. But I was strong. I
was again admitted to the court.
But now I saw that life with an
objective eye, and the idea of writ
ing a drama of court life occurred
to me. I did so and it proved to be
excellent. But how could 1 play it
in Russia?
1 read the play to a few great
Russian dramatists and they were
enthusiastic about it. They said
that if I could have it staged abroad
I would become famous.
I was ready to make any sacri
fices. I sailed to New York and
there a friend of mine introduced
me to a rich American, who at once
fell in love with me. Although I
did not love him, I agreed to be
come his wife.
But it was all an illusion. He
did not care for my ideals, and I
did not want to sell myself, so I
was left in my critical situation.
As you have seen, my troubles
have gained for me true friends in
America, and through them 1 hope
before long to be freed forever
from the persecutions of Russian
spies, and saved from the disgrace
ful fate arranged for me in my own
country.
ing lips”—the Czar’s Ad
vice to Princess Olga.
ticket to my apartment and pay my
bill, as I intended to go earlier to
the steamer, accompanied by a
friend, and would not need his sec
retary. Greatly pleased with my
willingness to sail, which he had not
expected, the Consul readily prom
ised to send me everything about
five o’clock the same afternoon.
In the meanwhile I had met a
countryman, whom I had known in
Russia and on whose good will I
could rely. He arranged to meet
me at ten o’clock in the evening at
the pier of the Cunard Line, where
T would go with my things to board
the steamer. There we would de
cide upon further plans.
The Russian Consul sent a clerk
bo my apartment, paid my hotel bill
and left second-class passage with
a few dollars extra for railway fare
from Southampton to London, where
a Russian agent was to meet me
and take me to the Embassy. But
the clerk told me that the Consul
had also taken a ticket for one of
his secret agents on the same
steamer.
At 10 o’clock in the evening I was
with my trunks at the pier and be
held my countryman with an Amer
ican friend waiting for me outside
I also saw two shadow'y figures fol
lowing me like phantoms
“We must board the steamer at
once,” whispered my. countryman.
“My friend, Mr. Z., will stand out
side and take care of your things. I
will take your suit-case, you simply
follow me.”
I covered my face with a veil in
order to evade the reporters, and
we boarded the steamer, while the
friend of Mr. X. remained outside
with the two detectives. As soon as
we were on the steamer 1 changed
my hat and wrap in my cabin. It
was evident that in the throng of
passengers and their accompanying
parties we had eluded the spies. My
countryman whispered in my ear:
“Go down in the steerage and
leave from the gangway downstairs.
You will reach the street from an
other entrance and there take a taxi
that is waiting for you."
I left him and did as he had in
structed He remained in the second
cabin while 1 walked out, entered
the waiting taxi and drove away. I
drove to the house of an American
“Even the Czarina’s Friend
ship for Princess Olga
could not prevent the
Czar’s long arm from
pursuing her.”
This may seem strange, yet the fact
is I have been shadowed by Russian
spies as if I had been one of the
most daring of revolutionists.
The reason of my escape from
Russia and this shadowing by Rus
sian spies is their knowledge of my
play, “The Golden Cage,” drawn
from Russian court life, and the fact
that it tells a story that would em
barrass persons in high Russian
circles. Like the sensational
York play of the past season, “With
in the Law," my “Golden Cage” re
veals unpleasant truths.
Having pondered my situation, I
came to the conclusion I would not
sail as ordered by the Consul-Gen
eral. I decided to use a little
diplomacy arid see how 1 could de
ceive the Russian spies.
I called up the Consul-General and
asked him to send the steamship
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