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Congratulations,
Not Sympathy, for the
Fortunate Girl
Whose Fickle Lover
Elopes With
Her False
Friend, Says
IBmP Clara Morris,
Veteran Actres
and Social
\ Philosopher
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Dohald Shields Andrews, Who
Married His Fiancee’s Friend*
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“Sobbing out her grief and humiliation in the retirement
of her home, when she ought to be thanking her
stars for the escape.’’
D onald shields Andrews. twen
ty-two years old and senior ot
Tale, after a week's acquaintance,
married a friend of his fiancee Bo hasty
was the wooing of this son of a million-
arie operator In coal and steel, that he
neglected the ceremony advised by a
mentor of human affairs, "Be off with
the old love before you on with the new.“
Rendered forgetful by the manifold
Charms of the divorced Mrs. George Os
borne Hayne, who was, originally, she
says, the Princess Vetsera or Austria, the
Yale senior forgot the usual courtesy
granted even in grim business circles.
He did not remember to permit his fian
cee, Miss Elizabeth Strong, of Cleveland,
to “resign" her nuptial contract with him.
On September 26. 1014, there appeared
tn a society newspaper published In Cleve
land this Item under the notes headed
"Engagements” i
"Mr. and Mrs. Harry Brlghtman Strong
announce the engagement of their daugh
ter, Elizabeth, to Mr. Donald Shields An
drews, son of Mr. and Mrs. Matthew An
drews.”
On April 27, 1015, appeared In the New
York newspapers announcement of the
marriage of Donald Shields Andrews to
Mrs. Alma V. Hayne. of Pleasantvllle, N.
Y., and Manhattan, "who says she is a
daughter of the late Crown Prince of
Austria and the Baroness Vetsera.”
The present Mrs. Andrews and she wno
might have borne that title were once
friends. They had even resided under
the same roof. Their friendship began
in Camden, S. C., when both were'guests
at that Winter resort. Miss Strong, who
Is of assured social position in the Ohio
city, was chaperoned by a friend, who
was one of the cottagers. They met the
Mrs. Donald Shields Andrews, formerly Mrs, Hayne, formerly Princess Alma
Vetsera, Who Wedded Her Friend’s Fiance After a Week’s Acquaint
ance. The Boy Is Her Six-year-old Son.
former princess and admired h?r charm
and vivacity.
Miss Strong wrote her flance asking
him to call upon her fascinating friend
when he visited New York. He called at
her studio on Central Park South. They
dined together at the Plaza, next door.
In a week they were married.
Hasty weddings of Impulsive youths,
sons of rich fathers, to enchantresses who
are their seniors are not Infrequent, nor
especially interesting. The interesting
figure is the young Cleveland girl robbed
of her flance by her friend.
What Miss Clara Morris, the greatest
emotional actress America has ever pro
duced, and a keen analyst of emotions,
thinks about little Miss Strong, sobbing
out her grief and her humiliation in the
retirement of her home, and her plight,
Miss Morris has written for this news
paper.
By
W ELL, once more 3 father, mother,
friends and detectives It has
been amply proven that "He Is
a fool who thinks by force or skill U, turn
the current of a woman’s will." Particu
larly when she is In full pursuit of a
gilded quarry.
“One more unfortunate, rashly Impor
tunate” youth has gone to the doom of
marriage with a woman older than him
self, and, persona non grata to parents
and friends.
Worst of all, once more we have seen
older woman, strong in experience, win
ning the younger woman’s ideal.
Dear, dear! We can only hope no com
plications may follow. Our perfect neu
trality must be maintained, and yet, a
Clara IMorris, the Famous Actress
expressed In the sordid word
bath robe marriage for the daughter of
an, Imperial prince is certainly rash, and
may throw the stately Austrian court into
wild turmoil.
But here, It must be admitted, no one
worries much. "Well, they are worthy of
each other,' Is the general summing up
of the public, that would take but scant
Interest in the story were It not for Its
party of the third part, the victim of a
double treachery, and formerly the fiancee
of Mr. Andrews. For her, sympathy Is
at flood tide. Nearly every one feels that
every spark of chivalry is so dead In him
that Its very ash Is cold, for otherwise a
little courtesy, a very little manly con
sideration for the welfare of the girl he
had meant to make his wife would have
left her the attitude of a partner in a
broken engagement. But no, she was
abandoned with a bold brutality that can
only be
jilted.
"Oh, the pity of It—such a hitter ex
perience right at the threshold of life?"
‘‘Poor little girl, I never have pitied any
one In my life as I pity that child,” are
fair samples of the expressed sympathy
and pity felt for the young Cleveland ex
fiancee.
Sympathy? Why, yes, of course; but
pity? Are not our hearts ruling our
head3? Are not our feelings a bit quicker
than our thoughts Just here? Should not
this young girl be congratulated?
In Germany the equivalent of "getting
the mitten” is getting or giving "the
basket” (In the sense of waste, useless;
undesired), and In country places a bas
ket is sometimes fastened to a house as a
Copyright, by the Star *
reminder that someone
within has recently
been injured.
If that young Cleve
land girl is a true
daughter of the brave
old Buckeye State she
has a poker-stiff back
bone, a head that won’t
hang and a will that
keeps her miles away
from a willow tree or
willow garlands. By
this time she has prob
ably bent her pajama’d
young knees and
thanked her Heavenly
Father that she has
been delivered from the
evil of a lover with a
shuttlecock heart and
from a false friend who
robbed her with one
hand, while turning
with the other the full
glare of publicity ’•bon
her.
And In that spirit may she bring forth
her basket, make it brave in the tulip
glory of reds and yellows, rich with rib
bons, and then put it forth to receive
cards of congratulations and good wishes.
Had she become a wife and leaned for
needed support upon this frail reed, it
would have broken and have pierced her
heart. Then one would Indeed offer pity;
but to-day let It be congratulations.
Is It not something to rejoice at when
an innocent, high hearted, clean minded
girl, even by the unpleasant method of
jilting, is saved from marriage with a
man unstable ag water, ready to snap at
every fly cast by a female hand.
If she be a sturdy young woman—and
thank Heaven most American girls are
jf that type—she will suffer in secret but
hold her young head high in public. I
suppose that she w-111 go straight into a
desperate flirtation with some one else to
show she “doesn’t care.” That has ever
been woman’s way, one of the ways which
men profess are to them past finding out.
She will take care of the public appear
ances. Trust a high-spirited American
girl for that. All may guess but none
will know, unless she wishes, how much
she is hurt-
And when she is alone with her heart,
her pride, her ideals, all those qualities
which go to the composition of a girl’s
self, what? She will agonize. Yes. For
that is the nature of women in such
crises. But she will tell you then and
afterwards—would that I had received a
-any Gr<-• rtrit: . i hi. ; \. . *-t
Quarter dollar, gtpsy-llke, for every one
of such confidences I have received—“It
Is not for him I mourn. I see him as he
Is. It is for my ideal of him that I
grieve.” And it will be true. No woman
wants to marry a weathervane. No girl
would take for a husband a man un
worthy of her trust, if she realized that
he was unworthy. The trouble is all
with the dazzle dust that nature catsa
into your eyes for her own purposes. It
prevents our seeing a puny-bodied, puny-
brained excuse for a man as others see
ihm. We drape him in the royal purple
of our ideals and adorn him with the
gold of our fancy, and it is that, bedecked
creature we love. We love the product
Frankenstein.
If someone older, wiser, pain-taught, is
only about to tell her this eternal truth of
women! Or. if there be none such, if
only the truth comes quickly enough to
salve her wounds! It is a situation in
which the bruised heart recoils from the
heavy hand. I hope no one will obtrude
advice at this time. No one but myself.
Little, lucky, Jilted girl, permit me, an
Invalid, secluded in my room of pain, to
write you from the wave-washed shore of
Long Island the truth. Picture not your
self as disconsolate, bereft, humiliated.
Regard yourself as the luckiest girl alive.
What if you had discovered, too late,
that you had married not a manly man
but a vacillating quantity, one of whom
it can truly be said that the only cer
tain quality about him is his uncertainty!
You are not to be pitied. Let me tell you
who is. It iB the wife you might have
been, the consort of a man with a roll
ing eye and a heart to match, the
spouse of a man who Is made nervous
by the rustle of any petticoat save your
own, a married woman at whom half a
dozen feather-brained girls would giggle
In their elbow sleeves because your hus
band had made love to them at the last
dance.
Go farther in this true picture. De
sertion will follow upon the heels of
neglect. In time you would find your
self alone. There Is no such aloneness
as that which remembers companionship.
True that Is. Also is it true:
“We remember the gradual patience
That fell on that mound like snow.
You recall the poet’s plaint, something
like this: "A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is
remembering happier things ”
Flake by flake healing and hiding
The scar of a buried woe.”
Dear little girl who was jilted, get
down on your knees and thank the good
God that you were flouted. For it is
better to be Jilted by a less than man
than to be wedded by him. The Jilt
ing is the end of your misery. The
wedding would be the beginning.
No man who Is capable of Jilting a
good girl is worthy a thought of hers.
The only worthy thing he deserves is that
she chant a Te Deum over her deliver
ance from him.
Instead of blocking the path of happi
ness for you he has cleared the way. He
has shown you, involuntarily and selfishly
though it be, the way to happiness. He
hg& rid you of a burden of rubbish, him
self. He has given way to a better man.
There’s a great deal of trash written
and printed and spoken about the art of
keeping a man. A man, who Is a man,
will keep himself. The girl who is neat,
cheerful, wholesome, can keep her hus
band as she retains her friends, for life,
if he Is worth keening If not. pray let
him go—the sooner the better. The lucky
girls are those who make the prenuptial
discovery of the worthlessness of the al
leged man to whom they are pledged.
The time will come, and comparatively
soon, if you are. a girl of American spirit,
when you will cease to grieve, when you
will cease even to be ashamed, because
you have been Jilted. Rather will you
find it a cause of the most intense self-
congratulation all your life.
Rut let us suppose for a moment chat
this little ex-fiancee is not of the master
ful type, but is rather cf the broken lily
order. Perhaps she loved her boy sweet
heart very deeply, with a tender loyalty
that suffers under treachery, but only
dies by inches.
Let her be comforted by the knowledge
that time is merciful to young sorrow,
that the touch of his wrinkled fingers
leaves healing, and then, too, we are
never so unhappy as we think we are.
But she will not believe that Youth is
always so tragic.
* Still it is congratulation for hers.
Young, free, without blame, and all God’s
sunlit world before her. Let her not,
because a false god came to her for a
time, close and bar her heart against the
coming of the true god. Surely she will
not question the wisdom of her own Bible,
which says; “Let us crown ourselves with
"osebuds before they wither.”
So let her throw the "mitten” into "the
basket” and hang them both on the willow
tree, but keep her harp and her rosebud
crown for the honoring of the strong,
true love, wh se coming will bring forth
sympathetic and hearty congratulations
then, just as her happy escape Is the
cause of congratulations now.
Why Man Can Live Anywhere
T iVO studies recently made by Euro
pean scientists illustrate the
range In nutritive conditions to
which the human being can adapat him
self.
In one case an Eskimo on the Island of
Disco in Western Greenland consumed in
one day nearly four pounds of boiied meat
corresponding to 85 grams of nitrogen
and 218 grams of fat. This is said to be
far below the record figure among these
people who eat very large meals at ir
regular and somewhat infrequent inter
vals.
Indigestion and other nutritive disor
ders. however, are rare among them and
their physical endurance and- resistance
to cold is very high. The way the above
extraordinary meal was utilized by this
Eskimo was found to be very satisfactory.
The other study was of a man in Co
penhagen "who was able to maintain
himself in excellent nutritive equilibrium
and muscular efficiency through long
periods of months, not merely days, on
a diet essentially composed of potatoes
and margarin.” Four pounds of potatoes
were eaten daily, yielding 3.62 grams of
digestible nitrogen which with the mar
garin amounted to 3.900 calories.
When hard work had to be performed
this man ate eight pounds of potatoes
with liberal additions of fat so that the
entire energy content was brought up to
5.000 calories with 10 grams of digestible
nitrogen. No dilatation of the stomach
was found to result from these monster
meals.
Such curiosities of the literature of nu
trition simply show the great adaptabil
ity of the human organism which has
enabled man to live in every region of
the earth. It is needless to say that
neither the maximum nor the minimum
of any nutritive element Is desirable.
The normal individual lives In the safe
medium.
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