Rensselaer Republican, Volume 22, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 May 1890 — A Jealous Prince. [ARTICLE]

A Jealous Prince.

I saw Amadeo frightfully Jealous three years before he was called to hold the scepter which the ’‘innocent” but jolly Isabella held so unsteadily, writes Mrs. Crawford in London Truth. Ho was here on his honeymoon trip with a father handsome bride, who having been a good deal cloistered as a schoolgirl in a convent, did not ask better than to see a little life. Her intentions were all right, but she visibly enjoyed the attentions of another prince, who stood on the highest step of a great throne, and who had the charm of £ood humor, of a constant tlow of animal spirits and of good nature. The prince laughed and she laughed, he said something gay and in the nature of an agreeable truth, and she fltrngyhitn & rose, which no aaid deserved to be made the badge of n order. But he did not pin it on his heart. The duke of Aosta waspresont, and his eyes, which were very black, showing the white all around the iris, rolled as if in the head of a Christy minstrel trying to look ferocious. I never saw an uglier man than that royal bridegroom; but he had a gentlemanly air that was taking, and I de not know but what that showed him to be upright. He improved in appearance as years rolled on and he had a wider experience of life and of its sorrows. I thought him, on the whole, the roost seductive oi all the royalties who came to Paris in 1878 as heads of royal commissions to the expt sition, II tenait ccrcle, as the French say, with moro ease, simple grace and" cuiet dignity than any of them, and had a nico way of making thj ladies feel that he considered them his equals. With them he entirely thawed. The frightful face brightened up, as ha chatted for a few moments with each, with a smile of penetrating sweetness. It was the smile of one la whose life there had been far more of sadness than joy. To begin with, he hod the low spirits which'go with a narrow and delicato chest, an organic defect inherited *rom his mother, Alelah j of Tuscany, a princess who died of consumption. , Though one of the bravest men that ever lived, he ha' 1 a horror of death and of the possibilities'-f another world. His greatest sorrow was his first wife's death. As he was not whon next married the right sort of a husband for a young princess with, to auote her aunt Ma- ’ thffde, ‘‘the Ifvefv blocd oi' tie woman of her family,” the fatal 'Varactor of his attack of influenza may have sa fed him from more bitter grief th.m any that he ever went through.