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VOLUME XVII. NUMBER 11.
MANUEL
HASN’T A
CHANCE
MUCH interest In the future of Ex-
Klng Manuel of Portugal has
been stirred up recently In
America by the reports that an Amer
ican girl, Anita Stewart, the New
York heiress who married the duke of
Braganza, might ultimately sit upon
Manuel’s throne.
At the same time the royalists were
said to be getting ready to restore the
youthful monarch who lost his throne
mainly because his subjects did not
approve of his friendliness toward
Gaby Deslys, the French actress now
appearing at the Winter garden in
New York.
Many kings have been as frivolous
as Manuel and have kept their jobs.
Can it really be that a change of feel
ing Is sweeping over the world and
that rulers must look after their con
duct as carefully as though they were
plain people?
And if so, what chance had the
American girl to climb up on the
throne?
Gaby Deslys, it would seem, should
know. She says she does know. That
the national ideals have changed and
that neither Manuel nor the American
heiress has a chance. Somewhat syn-
Ically she here tells why.
WILL King Manuel ever return
to Portugal as king, and will
Anita Stewart, the beautiful
American wife of the Duke
de Braganza ever enter Portugal
as queen? These two moment
ously interesting questions are asked
me many times.
I answer them now for the first
time! I say, No! No. Both are im
possible. Manuel’s career as king is
finished. He can never, what you
Americans say, “Come back.”
The Duke de Branganza will never
be king. The duchess, with all her
beauty and wealth, can never be
queen. The Portuguese people are
proud. They are contradictory. They
want a republic. Tuey are willing
to be governed by a man or men of
common birth. But if they returned
to the old order of things and again
accepted a king, he must be of the
highest, kingliesf blood, and the queen
must be of his own rank!
Scratch a Portuguese republican,
and there under his skin is the aris
tocrat, the royalist! When Brangan
za married the American heiress he
put hijnseif on public record as not
desiring the kingship of Portugal. In
weighing the throne against the
American heiress’ millions the mil
lions won!
No! It is said in Europe that the
American girl wants to be queen;
that her mother is willing to spend
her fortune to place her on the Port
uguese throne!
Such tales cannot be true. If the
mother, Mrs. Smith, spent her for
tune for that honor there would be
no money left to live on! How fool
ish such tales are! If Portugal again
accepts a king, mark my words, neith
er Braganza or Manuel will be it!
Manuel’s kingly career ended for
ever at the tragic moment of his
overthrow, just a year ago! When
he left his country he knew that it
was all over, that he could never
“come back.” It was a dark hour
for the king. The only thing that
consoled him was the thought of love!
Kings are not^always allowed to love!
Poor kings!
On Wednesday, November 15,
Manuel was twenty-two years of age.
I did not play that afternoon.
To me, as to the loyal royalists of
Portugal, Manuel will always be king,
my king! In my boudoir there are
two photographs of my king. One
large one, on the mantel framed in
silver. 1 keep fresh flowers in front
of it all the time. No! not the flow
ers sent me by the men who come to
watch me play!
On the table, just where I can put
my hand on it, is a smaller picture.
I keep it in a heart-shaped frame.
These pictures mean much to me.
They bear the handwriting. No, no;
I do not translate for you! It is
meant just for ourselves!
In judging kings the world forgets
that they are but human. Kings do
not marry for love; they marry for
the good of their country, for rea
sons of state. Their wives must, like
Caesar’s, be above reproach; they
must be of royal blood, strong, able to
bear many children. They do not al
ways love the king!
Study the history of kings of the
world, and what do you find? Al
ways, or nearly always, the king
with his domestic wife, finds love on
the outside. Kings of France and
of other Latin countries have lost
their heads and thrones through los
ing their hearts.
How curious it is that England,,
She Snmttiim lulktin.
the home of the most respectable
middle class people, a people who
make virtue and morality their gods,
will forgive in a king what more sup
posedly lax countries will not tolerate.
Read the histories of the English
kings! Read their immoralities, their
dissipations, and yet their thrones
stood! The ultra-respectable bulk of
the people, the great middle class,
closed its eyes and said, "The king
can do no wrong.”
Why is this so? Why do English
kings live down things which lead
a Latin ruler to exile? It is, 1 am
sure, because to the English a king
has been as a tradition, a figure
head. His indiscretions, his pecca
dilloes could not affect the actual
government of the country.
In France, in Portugal, In Spain,
the kings have been nearer the peo
ple, their behavior in public and pri
vate has had direct influence in the
government, on the people. And so
they have lost their thrones, and
sometimes their heads.
Alfonso, the king of Spain, has
recently fallen in love with a Span
ish dancer. This story has been
published in America and in England,
and is believed. I do not believe it.
Alfonso is too much in love with his
wife, with Queen Victoria, and too
fond of his children to bother with a
dancer.
It has become the fashion to blame
a king’s love affairs for everything
that goes wrong in his kingdom.
When a people are dissatified they
say, “First let us find some woman to
blame it on, and then let us rise up
and fight the king.”
It is the same with countries as
with Adam. He was the first to say,
“Cherchez la femme! Pouf!”
A year ago, Manuel, my king, lost
his throne. The whole world, even
the United States, which is hypo
critically virtuous, shrugged shoul
ders and said, “Cherchez la femme!”
It was said and believed that my
pink toes, my pearls had destroyed.
“Cherchez la femme! Pouf!”
That uprising had been planned a
long time! The people wanted a re
public when the former king and his
heir were assassinated! When the
time was ripe they deposed the poor
king and exiled him.
I like the Americans I have met.
But, oh, you are hypocritical! You
would not have a president who was
divorced, you would not put in high
places men whose lives have held
domestic scandals —that is, if such
scandals are public! This is hypoc
risy!
Among your smart set you have
women who lead your Newport set
who have had one, two divorces! They
marry, then they get rid of that man
just to marry another, and so on.
How do they differ from the friends
the kings of history have had! The
women of history have been open and
honest. They stand frankly before
the world and say, “ have taken the
king as my friend;” the woman of the
smart set hides behind her cloak of
hypocrisy. She goes to that place
called Reno. The judge says you are
free, and she marries the next man.
And she continues to be received in
her society!
IRWINTON, WILKINSON COUNTY, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1911.
Gaby Deslys
In their hearts these women blame
the woman of history, the friends of
the kings, but they blame not them
selves! Hypocrites!
In America these women come back!
Kings deposed, where feminine influ
ence has been blamed, never come
back! Manuel, my king, will never
come back! —From the New York
American.
Hard One on Hoster.
William Hoster, one of William Ran
dolph Heart’s right-hand men, is not
quite as bald as he can be, but, at
that, he Is not displaying what might
be called a “mop of hair.” And to
what is left of a once superb and
splendid suit of dark-brown hair, Hos
ter each morning devotes much af
fectionate care and painstaking devo
tion. No luxuriant locks were ever
combed by My Lady Fair with great
er skill than is lavished by Hoster on
those few strands which have with
stood the disastrous enfilade of time.
Each particular hair has its station.
One day Hoster was playing with a
little girl. To be exact, her age was
seven —the time of curiosity and other
frankness. Suddenly she paused in
her chatter and gazed with wide eyes
at Hoster’s head. "Oh!” she said, in
awe-struck tone, “Mr. Hoster, what is
those black strings on your head?” —
Popular Magazine.
Pieces for Quilt.
I have found the following method
of cutting pieces for a quilt to be a
saving of time and labor, says a con
tributor to Needlecraft. Have the pat
tern cut from cardboard and a piece
of beeswax pressed on each corner;
then press the bit of cloth to the pat
tern, cut it out, remove it, and yov
are ready for the next without the
trouble of putting in and taking cut
pins.
Her Help.
Mrs. Penfield —"My husband has
found away by which he says 1 am of
the greatest help to him in his liter
ary work." Mrs. Hillaire —"How nice
that must be for you, my dear! But
how are you able to do it?” Mrs.
Penfield —“As soon as I see him at
his desk, I go into another room and
keep perfectly quiet until he has
finished.’’ —Puck.
A Terror.
“Some o' dese reformers," said Uncle
Rasberry, "makes me think of 'Rastus
Pinkley’s dog. I says to ’lm, ‘ ’Rastus.
I says, ‘is dat dog good foh rats?’ An'
be says, ‘No; he’s mighty bad foh
rats.’ ‘Does he ketch ’em an’ kill ’em?’
‘No,’ says 'Rastus; ’he don’t ketch
’em, ner he don’t kill ’em. But if dey
comes foolin’ around him he’ll mighty
near skeer ’em to death.’ "
Scripture Comforted Her.
As to Scripture quotations, writes a
correspondent, many years ago there
was living at Brixton Hill an old wom
an, whom I knew well, and in conver
sation with a friend on the benefits to
be derived from a knowledge of the
Bible she made this remark: "1 have
often been comforted with that blessed
Scripture, ’Faint heart never won fair
lady..’ ” ,
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