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Copyright, 1013, hy the Star Company. Great Britain Rights Reserved*
Revealing the Writhing, Loving “Isabella, ”
the Snake, and the Interesting Contrasts
in the First and Latest Romances of
“Baby Paul/ 9 Elinor Glyn 9 s Famous Hero
“One had a swift
vision of the
Prince sleeping
placidly with
his darling pet
raising up its
whole dreadful
length and the
Haverhill spin
ster, now the
Princess de
Clairmont,
peeping in hor
ror around the
door! Isabella
would surely
seem to her to*
touch the ceil-
see him for several mohths. In the
meantime I had moved. He found
me here and again he proposed.
This time 1 accepted."
The “something” at mention of
which Miss Golden winced, was the
enforced stay of the “Baby Paul” of
“Three Weeks” in the Tombs in New
York.
He had been charged by a woman
with stealing her watch. The Prince
stayed in the Tombs because he could
not get bail. The first jury dis
agreed; the second said “Not guilty.”
“1 don’t know much about it but
I know he is a noble young man and
wouldn't do anything dreadful at all.
It was a cruel, frightful mistake.”
The scrap of newspaper that re
called the ignominious event flut
tered to her feet. Tears gathered
in her eyes.
“It is awful,” she breathed, in a
hushed little voice. “What will my
family think? 1 lived quietly at home
all my life until my mother died,
eight years ago. I’ve given my life
to charities. I’ve never had my
name in the paper except in lists of
ladies in charge of bazaars and such
things before.”
She crossed her hands in a helpless,
hopeless movement. The flash of
an emerald on her third finger, re
stored her courage.
"That has been in the De Clair
mont family for three hundred
years.” she said. “All the brides
wear it. He told me so.”
As she sat there, spinster of fifty-
four. from Haverhill, Mass., the
thought of Isabella would not down.
What would she do about Isabella—
Isabella under the pillow? One had
a swift vision of the Prince sleeping
placidly with his darling pet raising
up its whole dreadful length and the
Haverhill spinster, now Princess de
Clairmont, peeping in horror around
the door!
It all seemed, indeed, so different I
I
P RINCE PAUL DE CLAIRMONT
is the real hero of Elinor
Glyn's famous “Three Weeks.”
Prince de Clairmont, who is now in
New York, where he has had trouble
some experiences equally as thrilling
as those which occured to him in
London, vows that he is the hero.
• • He says that Mrs. Glyn ran across
his story, submitted the proofs of
the novel to him, and that he was
forced to cut out a number of pass
ages to humanity’s irrevocable loss.
You are introduced to Prince Paul
de Clairmont because he is going to
get married. This fact has already
been mentioned in the newspapers,
but the extraordinary difference be
tween the love making in “Three
Weeks” and this last romance has
not been mentioned, nor have the
interesting facts contained in this
article and secured from the Prince
de Clairmont and Miss Elizabeth
•
How interesting will be this lnter-
•esting pair! The Prince de Clair-
ment, if nothing else is a cosmopo
lite. Miss Golden, of Haverhill,
Mass., is NOT.
And then there is Isabella!
At Haverhill, when not trimming
hats, Miss Golden was a gentle
minister to roses, hollyhocks ahd
shrinking violets in her garden. The
other parts of her life were not filled
in with glittering dances and hob
nobbing with nobility, ambassadors,
mondaines and demi-mondaines, as
has been the life of De Clairmont.
Instead she brought comfort and
peace to many a home that housed
illness and poverty. Her house at
Haverhill was furnished with the
usually distressing New England
severity. She has never seen the
Tango!
On the other hand the Prince de
Clairmont’s apartment might have
been transported directly from Paris.
There is no New England simplicity
there. Every article speaks of the
complex tastes of the French man
of the world.
Prince de Clairmont greeted the
interviewer with courtly courtesy.
On one side was a beautiful Louis
XIV. bed.
“Pardon me a moment,” said the
Prince, “I am afraid that Isabella is
suffering.” He strolled to the bed.
Horrors! Who was Isabella?
What had the interviewer discovered
that might conceivably stop the
course of the Golden romance. Had
she discovered anything?
Yes, indeed, Isabella was far
worse than she could have ever ex
pected! Prince Paul went to the
Miaa Elizabeth Golden who, Though So Different from the
Heroine of “Three Weeks,” Will Marry “Three
Weeks’” Hero.
“But will Miss Golden like her as
well as cats?” said the interviewer.
"What I admire about Miss Golden
is that she comes to my point of
view so quickly. She will accept
Isabella as she does all my other
personal fancies,” said the Prince.
He caressed Isabella reflectively.
"Mrs. Glyn and I have been friends
for a long time,” he said. "Charm
ing woman and very talented. She
got the story by being on the scene
when it took place.
“The queen’s beauty and the scenes
of the story are correct. Bullie Boy,
the dog, was my own Pike. I must
say, however, th^ the tiger skin
was exaggerated out of its true im
portance. For one thing, I didn't buy
it. It was in the hotel rooms. And
the time consumed by the romance
was
not three
weeks
but
three
months.
“I
knew and
loved
her.
Her
name was Marie. I called her Queen
Marie. The romance was very
sweet and sad and final.”
The Prince sighed and Isabella
beat the air with her tail.
“I was born in Russia. My father
was Admiral of the British Navy,
Paul Preston Arnott,” he said, "a
great friend of the late King Edward.
This cabuchon sapphire I am wearing
was given to him by the King. My
mother was the Princess Blanche de
Clairmont of Russia. On my father’s
side I am a cousin, once removed, of
the Duke of Norfolk. I am a
widower. Seven years ago I mar
ried a Spanish lady. She is dead. I
have a little daughter who is in Eng
land.
“But Miss Golden, ah. Miss Golden!
We met at the Waldorf-Astoria
Hotel at a dinner,” he said. “ I was
introduced to her by a fellow guest.
I admired her because she was so
different from the other women. She
was dressed in something black.
Nothing like Three Weeks. ..._ay
—
women, many wooings. you know.
Miss Golden refused me at first be
cause she said 1 should marry a
titled woman. ‘You should marry a
Princess,' she said, and for the first
time we differed.
“The second time 1 was able tq
convince her that she was mistaken
She has honored me and we will
be married early in September at
the Cathedral. An Archbishop will
perform the ceremony and my wife
will travel with me with the sketch
'The Vendetta,’ which I have written
and will present, with my classical
dances this season.
"Eventually we will return to
London to live. I will open my
house there. That is necessary in
order to be presented at court, as I
have promised Miss Golden.
"The disparity in our ages? Yes,
I've considered that. It is of no con
sequence if she looks older. { admire
older women myself. I have always
admired them. The older woman
can guide a man’s career out of the
shoals.
"Miss Golden is beautiful simpli
city itself,” smiled “Baby Paul.’ “She
has been here a year and has given
away thirty .thousand dollars. Every
one who asked got.
“Would you like Isabella to kiss
you good-by?” asked the Prince*
******
Miss Elizabeth’ Golden, in her
home on Madison avenue, looked
happy. The Prince had said she was
happy. One wondered whether she
knew of Isabella and what she would
say. But she looked so happy, one
hadn’t the heart to ask.
“I met him at a dinner at the
Waldorf-Astoria," she said. “I ad
mired him at once. He looked so
innocent and lonesome. I suppose
he thought 1 looked lonesome, too.
We saw each other quite often after
that and he proposed. I told him
• to w"tf "’’d thin 1 '’ it eve- Then
bout-a. ...„ -appci-i 1 £!J ...».
Golden, his fiancee, been told.
Instead of a Three Week's queen,
Paul’s choice has fallen upon a sim
ple Yankee spinster, old enough to
be his mother—she is fifty-four, he
is twenty-seven.
The heroine of the febrile novel
was a Slav. The woman the romance-
tossed Paul is to marry is from
Haverhill, Mass., and lived there un
til eight years ago. Thereafter she
dwelt in Boston, for it was only a
year ago that she ventured as far as
New York.
The romance of the book was un
selfish, hazardous, impetuous. The
last one of its heroes culminates in
his own cool, cigarette-illumined
statement; “She has been very gen
erous in her settlements to me. I
receive $25,000 a year and a lump
sum of $30,000.”
The Queen in the book desires an
heir to her throne. The present
heroine admits that her great ambi
tion is to be presented to the English
Court, and that she also likes the
idea of a title, and both privileges
her bridegroom-to-be has promised
her.
Miss Golden ig the last of the
Golden family. Her father, Patrick
Golden, made a fortune in real estate.
Miss Golden, despite her fortune,
has killed time for years by working
in a millinery establishment because
she liked that form of art. It is not
on record that the Three Weeks’
queen ever trimmed a hat.
Th^ Queen was married to a King,
and worry about wealth didn't enter
into her existence. Miss Golden has
long been suspicious of fortune
hunters. John Ryan, h dry goods
store superintendent, was jilted af
ter an engagement of several months
beeause, she declared, he didn’t love
her,, but was seeking capital with
Whip 1 ! to b°c!n bv'ip' for b:i ■ ’*
,
bed, and patted the pillow affec
tionately.
“Come forth, Isabella, my darling,”
he said.
But where was Isabella?
Prince Paul lifted the
pillow. There, curled
under the pillow was
a six-foot snake.
“Come, forth, Isa
bella, m> darlfug,” he
said.
“This! ” said Prince
Paul ceremoniously, “is
toy darling Isabella.”
The Prince lifted Isa
bella from the bed, and,
seating himself upon an
excellent Louis XV.
chair, placed Isabella
upon his knee.
The interviewer sat
in frozen terror.
‘iSo, tills is Isabella.”
she at last found the
strength to murmur, in
the classic plmases of
Mayor flay normal being
introduced to Tammauy
Hall. Isabella prompt
ly shot up her length
with disconcerting swift
ness. It seemed as
though she would never
stop giewing. She placed
her flat head upon
Prince Paul’s cheek and
kissed him rapturously
with her little pointed
red tongue.
“Yes, this is Isabella.
She is so charming. I
love snakes. Some peo
ple love cats, but I find
the snake so wonderful
ly congenial and femi-
inlne. You see, I have
removed her poison sacs,
which,” said the Prince,
90 "p 1 -* “vrjT* a’-
ways do with women.”
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