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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.” - f r* .irS Costume.