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VOLUME XV I.
THE SWEETS
THAT LIE IN
WOMEN’S UPS
OTJ begin, usually, by gazing
into her eyes and feeling,
all at once, that some coro
na of glory has illumined
her whole face and is draw
ing you toward her as inev
itably as the helpless lit
tle comets tumble into the
blinding glory of the sun.
You begin to burn up with
a feverish longing.
Just about then you no-
tice that her lips promise
the sweetest kisses that mortal ever,
dreamed of. And it is just then, too,
that she seems to have made up her
mind that those lips are the
very things that you shall never ap
proach nearer than about a yard and
a half, and then with her dear moth
er within safe observation distance, to
guard against any sudden vertigo
which her alluring eyes may inspire.
After that you can't think of any
thing but the delicious sweetness that
Is lingering on those lips of hers,
waiting to be garnered; and you un
derstand how that Impetuous person,
Byron, must have felt when he wrote
the lines about the women in the
world having a single month, so that
he could kiss them all at once.
He seems a pretty effective one to
mention; so you mention him, and
from him you range through the im
passioned poets, beginning with Sap
pho and probably using Omar as a
way station Into the list of the mod
ern decadents.
And then? Well, then the earth
trembles and the heavens roll up as
a scroll, and you realize you’ve kissed
her.
It may have cost you nothing more
than a few expressions of distin
guished consideration —and, by the
way, they make the finest kisses—
or It may cost you millions, if you
have them. It may cost you a king
dom, and it may cost your life; and
It may cost both.
Kisses never came higher than now.
‘P V . HAT is, for the population
* at large. Nor need the
WBHi mass of the world's popu
fW] latlon be called on to in
■ ' dorse the sentiment. The
national percentages of
conspicuous examples are
too impressive to call for a census of
the crowds, although, what with the
diamond trust whooping up the price
of engagement rings and the hens or
ganized to elevate their yearly output,
the kiss market has gone up even in
•France, where it was supposed to let
happiness radiate, free as air, with
out costing more than a compliment.
The conspicuous examples that
stand out in history as expensive kiss
es—like those Antony obtained from
Cleopatra and Jacob earned from La
ban’s attractive daughter—are being
paralleled nowadays on the wholesale
scale, with women figuring pretty
prominently among the buyers, al
though the men, as usual, are the
more daring operators.
Very often the price that is actual
ly paid reaches a level far above the
original valuation. Adonis may be per
suaded, after long youthful timidity,
to let Venus have a lock of his hair
as a souvenir of their meeting, and It
turns out that he has sacrificed his
immortal soul.
Whether the soul of the latest and
most romantic Adonis, Manuel of Por
tugal, went into Umbo with hls neat
little throne, must be settled between
iManuel and the recording angel in the
future; but Paris and Portugal had
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very decided opinions, at the time of
the one-night revolution, that it was
the kiss of Mlle. Gaby Deslys that
cost him the throne.
Just a Boy King.
To look at Mlle. Gaby the average
man might confess to a willingness
to sacrifice a bouquet or two or the
front seat in the motor car for a few
kisses; but he would think several
times before he would take a chance
on swapping a gold-plated ancestral
throne for her, luminous eyes includ
ed.
The trouble about being a boy king,
as Manuel was, is that boy kings don’t
even think twice, especially Spanish
and Portuguese kinglets. Manuel had
sought all over Europe for a pretty
princess who would take her chances
beside him on the throne, with the
dynamite and the rifle bullets which
the Portuguese conspirators handle so
loosely liable to happen along any
•minute; and he was really in quite
an unhappy frame of mind when he
ran across Mlle. Deslys.
And that is the time when a pretty
woman’s lips look most alluring. He
was not much more than a boy, and a
boy can’t be expected to know that
kisses are expensive, because he is
so near to his childhood, when all
womankind seems eager to give them
to him for nothing.
The revolutionaries needed only
that single indiscretion to give them
the weapon they needed to insure
popular support—the boy king was
going the way of all kings, duplicat
ing the career of his father, Carlos,
wasting the wealth of the people on
a French actress. Mlle. Gaby Deslys
may not have received the price he
paid for the kisses that her pretty
mouth vouchsafed him; but Manuel as
suredly paid it over to the blood-stain
ed creditors who demanded it. The
bitterest part of it has been that near
ly every other pretty woman who had
met him was believed to be willing to
let him take twice as many kisses for
nothing—handsome young kings being
rather scarce —while he still held his
royal position.
But he came off rather luckily in his
misfortune as compared with the ap
palling tragedy that was enacted a
few years ago in Servia, when King
Alexander, equally foolish king and
yet more ardent lover, closed a career
of miserable Ineptitude and the rash
est follies with all the splendid cour
age of the primal, heroic man, defend
ing the woman he had mated with.
Queen Draga was of the same class
as Manuel’s inamorata, but far more
notorious. She gave the same weapon
for her lover’s destruction into the
pitiless hands of his foes.
Servian Monarch’s Romance.
But Servia’s monarch, if he was
reckless, had the courage of his love.
He married her, made her his queen,
with full knowledge of the risk he ran.
And when, in the alarm of that as
sassins’ midnlght’raid, he might have
saved himself by leaving her to the un
escapable fate they confronted, he
fought out the hopeless fight there
beside her, and perished with her.
Life and throne Servia's king gave
for woman’s kisses; but there are few
men with blood in their veins who
will believe that royal lover gave his
soul.
But all three may have been the
price paid by Austria’s Crown Prince
Rudolf for the kisses of the Baroness
Betsera, with whom he was desperate
ly in love. The pair were found dead
In the hunting seat of Mayerling, and
the only explanation of the tragedy
ever accepted has been that ven-
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geance found him out suddenly, In.
stantly in the midst of his sin.
The whole houseful of heirs to the
ancient and powerful empire of Aus
tria has proved cheerfully ready to
give up all for love. Archduke Jo
seph Ferdinand, madly in love with
Fraulein Nitzko, the daughter of a
Viennese restaurant keeper, flung
away his chances for the throne by
fleeing with her to Germany. He had
been placed in line of succession by
the same sort of romance on the part
of his brother, the Archduke Leopold
Salvator, who married a soubrette
named Adamcwicz eight years ago.
He has been followed in the succes
sion by the Archduke Francis Fer
dinand, who as openly defied Emper
or Francis Joseph and all the laws of
the realm by marrying Countess So
phia Chotek, the lovely widow of a
Hungarian nobleman.
But that last defiance, with the lov
er the only heir left, broke the anathe
ma that had been previously visited
on all those royal lovers of the reign
ing family. After years of futile ef
fort to part them the old emperor has
been compelled to acknowledge his
unwelcome heiress by marriage, to
raise her in rank and put things in
order for her seat on the throne be
side her husband.
Sacrifice All for Love.
The Archduke Charles Louis, infat
uated with the daughter of Prof. Czu
ber, of the Vienna university, vows
he will never wed any other woman;
and even the women of the race show
the same determined spirit in paying
whatever bitter price the sweet kisses
of love may require.
The most sensational scandal
Europe’s courts knew for years was
the elopement of Louise, sister of
Archduke Leopold and crown prin
cess of Saxony, who eloped from her
royal palace with Giron, the tutor of
her children, and is now plain Mme.
Toselli, lost to all the friends and
grandeurs of her former high estate,
The Portuguese throne, which young
Manuel lost for a few kisses from a
French comedienne, might possi-bly
have gone to the duke of Braganza,
who was recognized at the court of
Austria as a legitimate pretender to
the Portuguese crown. But the charm
ing sac perhaps, the more
charming figure—of Anita Stewart and
her millions flashed into his view the
golden aureole that is so blinding to
princes as well as common mortals.
Francis Joseph, who has no poor taste
himself in pretty women, has always
been the bar to Cupid in the realm,
with Cupid either sneaking under or
boldly vaulting over to make the
matches he has set his heart on.
Braganza was given the alternative,
by the emperor, of formally renounc
ing his claims to the Portuguese
throne or of abandoning his marriage
with the dainty and wealthy Anita.
It was the throne that was sacrificed
when the choice had to be made.
Then Anita also paid dearly because
she had to stand for about a million
of the prince’s debts.
Vanderbilt Put Love First.
Precisely the same renunciation of
heirship was made to the full extent
or proud position and immense wealth
that is possible in America, by that
brilliant and flrm-natured son of his
father, Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jr., when
he married Grace Wilson and told his
father that he might do as he pleased
with the $40,000,000 of the Vanderbilt
fortune —which was exactly what
stern old Cornelius did. Alfred
Gwynne got the bulk of the fortune
and the headship of the family, so far
as the father's dictum could convey
them.
While the dictum worked practical
ly with the cash, it has failed with
the leadership. Cornelius is recog
nized, socially, as the chief of the Van
derbilts, here and abroad, and he has
earned $25,000,000 on his own account
since his father died and cut him oft
with the $1,000,000 a Vanderbilt was
supposed to need to keep him from
starving.
The price that W. E. Corey is be
lieved to have paid to escape from the
bonds that held him to the wife who
stood by him until he made his fortune
in steel in order to enjoy the kisses of
gorgeous Maybelle Gilman, is general
ly put at $4,000,000. H. M. Flagler,
the Florida magnate, whose first wife
became insane, and who wanted to
wed Miss Mary Lily Kennan, of Wil
mington, N. C., spent $4,100,000, first
and last, before he could place the bri
dal kiss on the new Mrs. Flagler’s
lips.
James B. Duke’s first bridal oscu
lation for his second wife cost him
$1,600,000, in the form of the magnifi
cent new residence he had built to
content her with her lot.
The kings and queens of earlier
times may have paid as much; but
the market value of kisses has cer
tainly risen for the proletariat of the
present. The two sexes offer differ
ent explanations, each, equally cred
itable to the human race.
The women think it is because the
men have more to give for them; the
men believe the kisses are worth more
than they used to be.
Perhaps both are right.
The high cost of living doesn’t re
concile many people to the low cost of
dying
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