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1 Cdryi'll'kt, 1913, by the Star Company. Great Britain Rights Reserved, i v 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 2 * *