Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 January 1913 — A ROYAL DISAPPOINTMENT [ARTICLE]

A ROYAL DISAPPOINTMENT

“The carriage is waiting. Princess.” “1 will walk this morning,” the Princess Rosalie answered graciously. Then to her ladies-in-waiting with a sweet winning smile, “I wish to be alone.” The royal wish constituted a command, and the maids-of-honor soon dispersed to their several diversions. Left alone, the Princess wandered through her beautiful gardens, and at length made her way to her favorite arbor, a little retreat tucked away under a huge bowlder, where the roses grew in riotous profusion, and the branches of the trees heavy with foliage Interlaced, forming a canopy, that the golden sunlight tried to penetrate, but that only a few shafts of gold could pierce. The birds flew in and out at will, 1 and their strange sweet chorus, together with the song of the gentle south wind and rustling leaves, formed a delightful symphony performed by that most wonderful artist, Mother Nature. It was altogether a charming nook, and well earned the title of “Her Majesty’s Bower.” The Princess threw herself carelessly on the little rustic bench that ornamented the arbor and closed her eyes. A strange thing had happened last night at the court reception. It was her 21st birthday, and the castle was filled with guests, many of them American tourists. Even at the reception last night many Americans had been presented to her, and there had been one in particular on whom she had smiled with more than ordinary favor when he kissed her hand. He was so different from her own people; he was so strong and handsome, with a boyish careless grace that quite won the little Princess’ heart. And all the evening he had roamed through the rooms as if looking for some one. Perhaps, and here a sweet flush rose to the clear Ivory of her face, perhaps it was herself he was looking for; for after the reception was over she had mingled with the guests and had danced quite like the other ladies present. She hoped he would be at court again that evening, and If he 'Were, perhaps she would dance with him as a mark of her special favor. The Princess’ reverie was rudely disturbed by the sound of voices approaching the arbor. With a frightened gasp, she slipped behind the big rock. There were many strangers at the castle, and it would be a most unconventional thing to find the Princess Rosalie alone in the arbor unattended by her maids-of-hohor. Again the little Princess gasped as she recognized the intruders, for they entered the arbor and sat on the Princess’ own bench. The man was no other than the handsome American the Princess had spent the morning dreaming of; and the girl? Well, her Majesty did not care to know just who the girl was, but that she was very young and pretty even the Princess could not deny. "You were at the court reception last night,” the girl was saying. The Princess Rosalie is very pretty, Is she not?"

“Is she?” her companion returned Indifferently. “I didn’t notice. I was looking everywhere for you, dear. 1 would not have gone had I not thought you were going to be there." The girl laughed softly and happily, as she broke a rose from Its stem and carelessly pulled the petals apart, watching them fall through her fingers to the ground. Still laughing happily, they left the arbor and wandered off to enjoy the beautiful grounds surrounding the palace. The Princess came forth from her hiding place with a flush of real anger on her face. Tearing up her beloved roses right before her very eyes, and then walking off with the handsome American with whom she had already fallen in love. It was quite a few minutes before she sufficiently recovered her imperial dignity to present herself at the castle, and then her malds-of-honor wondered at the silent haughty bearing of their royal mistress, who was usually so sweet and winning. "I will ride now; you may all accompany me,” she said quietly. In less than half an hour the horses were brought around and the Princess and her maids were ready to start on their morning ride. The usual gay chatter was absent this morning, as her Majesty showed a desire for silence. Suddenly she reined in her horse and called quickly to the groom. Her companions wondered at their royal mistress’ flushed and disturbed face, for all they could sec were two Inoffensive foreigners e» joying the beauty of the grounds. “Henri,” the Princess’ voice shook a little as If in anger/ "you see that lady and gentleman by the shrubbery?” “Yes, your Majesty,” the groom a» wered. “Kindly inform them that these are the Princess Rosalie’s private grounds.” “Yes, your Majesty/' “And, Henri, tell them they are trespassing, and that the Princess requests they leave the park at once.” The groom went on his errand, vaguely wondering, for although the grounds belonged exclusively Io the Castle, the Princess gradtamsty al lowed the tourists to enjoy has beautiful gardens. The Princess suddenly hi earns hei bright happy self again as they tamed into a different path. After off Prt» cesses are very much like othas qMa -GENEVWVE MARIE

FASHIONS FOB MEN EXPLAINED Marcus M. Marks, the President of the National Association of Clothiers, Is quoted by The Textile Manufacturers' Journal as pronouncing the business situation of the country full of promise and continued prosperity for all assured. The only danger Mr. Marks sees is “a lack of confidence which Wall Street and trust manipulation have started,” and, while he admits that “extra gance has crept into business and private life,” he dodsp’t wantT reaction carried too far. What particularly interests us In the interview, however, Is something that looks like the revelation of a trade secret. After recalling, as a warning against pessimism, that there are millions here to be clothed, and more coming from abroad. Mr. Marks says; "And they should not all be uniformed in black and gray. New shades and new fashions and constantly changing shapes have built up the clothing manufacturing Industry to what It Is to-day—the greatest in the United States, exclusive of Iron, steel, and breadstuffs. A man might wear a suit a year or two if staple colors were adhered to, but make browns, tans, and other striking shades the fashion and next season that suit Is put aside, it is recognised as ‘out of style,* and the well-dressed American is in the market for a new outfit. Clothes are not worn ont nowadays; they are discarded to meet the new Idea, so let us have new ideas, new ‘swell’ styles coming and going quickly, enterprise and push in business.” This Is doubtless good advice to the clothiers, but how about its relation to Mr. Mark’s charge that extravagance has crept Into business and private life and his exhortation to economy and a slowing down of speed? If the clothiers are to- tempt us- with new Ideas and shades, how are we to "wear a suit a year or two?” Apparently, in this case it Is the supply that creates the demand, and if the clothiers gave us only what we wanted we would save lots of money by wearing only black and gray.—The New York Times.