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Bellefonte, Pa., September 30, 1927.
BOY KING'S PALACE
IN LOVELY RESORT
Rumania Gives Castle Pe
lesh to Little Michael.
Washington.— Sinaia, whose histor-
ic Castle Pelesh has been recently set
aside by the Rumanian government as
a country residence for the boy king,
Michael, is a beautiful resort in the
.pine-clad Carpathian mountains and
favorite summer gathering place of
.Balkan aristocracy, says a bulletin of
the National Geographic society.
Winding drives lead to snow-white
villas and modern hotels set against
a background of forest and mountain.
From their balconies and windows
views of narrow valley and fir-clad
hill are unsurpassed. Gay, gypsy-like
Rumanian music floats from band-
stands, smart crowds gather in open-
air restaurants, and far into the night
the gaming rooms of the casino are
crowded by the fashionable world of
southeastern Europe.
This delightful valley in the Car-
pathians became popular less than
50 years ago, when it was chosen as
a refuge from the torrid summers of
Bucharest by young Prince Charles
of Hohenzollern Sigmaringen, newly
chosen king of Rumania, and his wife.
Elizabeth of Neuwied, known to the
literary world by her pen name of
Carmen Sylva.
When the royal couple first visited
this mountain fastness there was no
summer palace built, and they
stopped for weeks at a time at the
Orthodox Greek monastery near
Sinaia built by Prince Michael
Cantacuzene in the Fifteenth century.
The walls of the monastery apart-
ment set aside for royal use are said
to be still covered with caricature
sketches of well-known court ladies,
drawn by the queen.
King Charles Built the Castle.
#80 charmed were the new mon-
archs with the invigorating air and
wild scenery of Sinaia that they set
about the creation there of a summer
court. King Charles supervised the
erection of Castle Pelesh, the royal
residence, on whose building, land-
scaping and furnishing he lavished
millions. Pelesh is in the white
stone - and - plaster, half - timbered,
many-gabled German style, looking
more like a resort hotel in the Ba-
varian alps than a castle in the Eng-
lish sense of the word. It is perhaps
more adequately described by the
French term, chateau.
The building, however, is in har-
mony with its background of ever-
greens and - mountain. .peaks, and
stands in a wooded park of great
beauty. Its many rooms contain
priceless art treasures from Europe
and the Orient collected by King
‘Charles throughout a long lifetime
and added to by his successors Ferdi-
nand and Marie. The throne room
and reception halls are of Aladdinlike
splendor.
In spite of this gorgeous back-
round, court life has always been
less formal at Sinaia than in
Bucharest.
of both Carmen Sylva and Queen
Marie to wear native peasant costume
while in residence.
It was at Sinaia that the royal fam-
1y first heard the booming of the
guns on the Hungarian frontier after
Rumania’s entry into the World war.
The Transylvania frontier is a few
miles away through the Carpathian
passes.
Modern Summer Capital.
dince the war Sinaia has become
more popular than ever, not only
among the native aristocracy but with
visitors from all eastern Europe.
Rumania combines strains of Latin
gaiety and gipsy romance which seem
to meet in Sinaia. Rich owners of
landed estates have been hard hit by
agrarian reforms, but many seem still
able to maintain magnificent villas at
the summer capital, and their number
is eonstantly being added to by those
newly enriched by post-war develop-
ment.
On Sinaia’s tree-shaded prom:
énades are seen costumes fresh from
the Rue de la Paix. Gay youths in
flannels play tennis with girls in em-
broidered blouses, their hair held in
place by colorful gipsy scarfs. Invit-
ing bridle paths lead through the for-
est to mountain retreats of solemn
grandeur. At the casino the wheel of
fortune spins and each evening in
the adjoining ballroom, music plays
far into the night.
This remote Carpathian valley, in
the shadow of the old Cantacuzene
monastery, has seen during the’ last
balf century the surprising growth of
one of Europe's gayest summer capi-
tals. High upon the hillside above,
embowered in gardens, lies the royal
residence of Pelesh, built by the Ger-
man monarch of a Latin country and
redolent with the memory of an Eng-
lish queen. Now its gorgeousness is
the property of a boy of five.
Sex Cost Boy $5,000
New York.—Harry Atha Seggerman
does not know it yet, but it cost him
$5,000 to be a boy. Frederick K. Seg-
german, who died & few weeks ago,
left a will stipulating that his pros-
.pective grandchild should have a
legacy of $10,000 if a girl, and half
that amount if a boy. Harry has just
arrived.
——The Watchman gives all the
news while it is news.
It has been the custom
THE BETTER
MANAGER
RS. WHIPPLE read the docu-
ment carefully, ignoring the
cutstretched penholder in her
husband's hand.
“Mortgage on the farm,” she said,
as her eyes reached the bottom, “and
you want me to sign it?”
“Naturally, as I'm standing here
holding out a pen to you.”
She dropped the paper on the table
and turned to him. “It's for the au-
tomobile you've been talking about, I
suppose?” she asked. “Do you re-
member it took ten years to pay off
the mortgage that was on the place
when I married you? And do you
realize that though Mary's expenses
at the seminary and Tom's at college
are all paid for the present year, $1,
500 will be needed for the next? We
have some $300 in the bank, I think,
and you've rented the farm we might
have counted on for some income. See
your way?”
“There you go,” said Whipple irri-
tably; “always and forever trying to
throw cold water on whatever I bring
up. Of course, I' remember, and, of
course, I realize. The money’ll come
round all right when it’s needed. It
always does. But you seem to forget
the farm’s naturally mine. You didn't
have a cent when I married you.”
Mrs. Whipple flattened the paper on
the table, took the pen from his hand
and signed her name quietly, “I can’t
answer that argument, William,” she
said coldly. “You flung it at me
when you rented the farm. It is an
unfortunate fact that I did not bring
You any money.”
“Oh, come, now, Mary,” apologized
her husband as he picked up the pa-
per and slipped it into his pocket,
“you know I didn't quite mean that.
I'm always making fool statements
I'm sorry for afterward. Of course,
I don’t really own the farm. There
was the $3,000 mortgage, and you
helped pay that off—in fact, It was
your idea and energy that rid it. I
never could have paid it off by my-
self. So it’s really part yours, and I
only rented it for two years, you
know. I'm forty-eight and have
worked pretty hard, and I—I feel I
ought to have a little rest—that hoth
of us ought to. We can take up the
farm again at the end of two years if
we like.
“I'm awfully glad you've come
around to see the automobile buying
same as I do.” he mumbled. “It’s time
we had one. Olem Anderson and Sam
Potter, and—"
“l understand,” she interrupted.
“Mrs. Anderson was talking with me
“the other—d®y. *Phey mortgaged their
farm to buy a car. Mr. Potter got his
father to indorse a note for him at a
bank, The Smiths have considerable
surplus money, I believe, so it was all
right for them, I understand all right.
You had automobile on the brain
three months ago, when you first hint-
ed about renting the farm. You'd
never have dreamed of such a thing
otherwise. You wanted more time to
play with it.”
“There, that proves you don’t un-
derstand!” he exclaimed triumphant-
Iy. “You think it's just extravagance.
It isn’t. The agent says there’s no
trouble at all in selling automobiles,
It’s fair time now, and he's going
round to the big ones and says he'd
like a man along to help. So this af-
ternoon I'm to get my car and then
go with him a few weeks to learn
about driving it and how to sell. Why,
I wouldn't wonder if I could sell lots
of 'em, The $1,600 won't be needed
for nearly a year, and I'm likely to
make it two or three times over in
that time. The agent says—"
“Just what day does the renter take
possession?”
“Next Monday. But he'll come into
the house today with his family. That
will make it pleasanter for you, me
being ‘away, so you won't be lone-
some. They take only the back part
of the house, so there needn't be any
more mixing than you like. It'll be
lots easier and pleasanter for you,
Mary,” conciliatingly; “board with
them, have all the company you like
and go visiting whenever you like.”
“I shall go away myself tomorrow,”
she said calmly. “No use my staying
on here.”
“You—go away! But you mustn't,
Mary. It wouldn't be right. Then,
there's nobody but your sister, and
you wouldn't want to live there, Her
husband—"
“Not there, of course. I'm thinking
of the $1,600. I shall be doing what I
can to—"
“Mary!” quick wrath mingling with
the expostulation. “You surely don’t
mean going back to your old work of
demonstrating family flour to the pub-
lic, baking biscuit and waffles with it,
and having your girls pass 'em round
with cups of coffee to gaping listeners
while you talk? I don’t mean but its
nice work, and you used to draw big
pay, and it was listening to you lec-
turing on a platform that started me
to falling in love—but—but, Mary,
can’t you see? Going back to work
would make it seem like—like 1 was
hard up.”
Mary Whipple looked at him with a
half smile, tenderness in her eyes, but
resolution on her lips. She was still
the striking figure that had demon-
strated flour to the public twenty
years before, a little older, a litfle
stouter, but with the same friendly
eyes and clear, pérsuasive voice,
“Will Whipple,” she smiled, “you're
a dear, good man, with a warm, lov-
ing heart as. big: as:your:body, - Your
face is still the same handsome, clean-
souled one that I once singled out
from the crowd looking up at me. But,
for all that, you're only a big irre-
sponsible, headstrong boy, as you al-
ways have been and always will be.
Just now you've taken the bit in your
mouth in spite of reason and my
wishes. Indeed, you didn’t even ask
my advice, knowing you were con-
templating a foolish move. But we'll
let all that pass. Now you want to
lock me up while you're racing with
a lot of future trouble. It can’t be
done. Will, really and truly it can’t.
I've got to try to head you off in
some way, get between you and the
Stone wall, and arrange as best I can
for that $1,600. To tell the whole
truth, Mary and Tom are more in my
thoughts just now than you.”
After dinner Whipple left, with pro-
fuse but unsaid apologies in his eyes
and hesitating voice. The next morn-
ing the new tenant arrived with his
family, slipping quietly into the back
part of the house. Toward noon there
was a whirr and honking outside that
drew Mrs. Whipple to a window. She
supposed it was her husband, re-
turned unexpectedly. But, no, it was
a strange car, much handsomer and
more substantial looking than her
husband’s.
She already had packed and dressed
for departure and had been about to
call the tenant’s boy to harness a
horse when the honking came. She
went to see what was wanted, :
“Mr. Whipple at home?”
“No, and likely to be gone several
weeks.”
The man seemed much disappoint-
ed. “Too bad!” he exclaimed, “and
here I've made a run of twenty miles
to see him. We heard he was think-
ing of buying a car and we've got the
best for the money that's on the mar-
ket. You see, I happened to be in
this section starting a new agent and,
fearing he might not be experienced
enough yet to show off the car prop-
erly, I came up myself. I'm the trav-
eling manager of the firm and must
leave tomorrow. Well, I may as well
go.”
“Wait a few minutes, please,” said
Mrs. Whipple, as she stepped outside.
“I'd like to look at the car and have
a little talk with you.”
They looked over the automobile to-
gether, he explaining and listening to
what she said. His first impatience
soon gave place to a forgetfulness
that he was in a hurry. At the end
of twenty minutes he 'was nodding
and smiling.
“We've never tried a woman be-
fore,” he said; ‘but with your previ-
ous experience and manner I really
believe it's going to be great. And
your grasp of things is nothing less
than intuition. In a few days you'll
know as much about the car as I do,
Now you say you were all ready to
start. \ :
out and put into the car and I'll take
you right through. It will be. quicker
than a train, and I will want to intro-
duce you to the general manager my-
self. You'll be just the person to
reach the higher class of woman
trade.”
At the end of six weeks Whipple
came home. He was not a good cor-
respondent, and in all the six weeks
he had not written a line home. He
approached the house apologetically.
But all he found was a brief note
from his wife, giving her address in
care of a well-known automobile firm.
He looked at the name perplexedly.
“Demonstrating flour,” he muttered,
“and to be addressed here, What—
oh, I see. Using one of their cars, of
course.” t
For a week he stayed at the farm.
not knowing what to do with himself.
Then he took his car out on a selling
trip through the neighborhood. with-
out success. One man really wanted
a car and he looked over Whipple's
very carefully and then went up to
the city and purchased one just like
it. When Whipple heard of it he
scowled. “I primed him: up for the
purchase,” he thought, dismally, “but
he felt a plain farmer’s opinion on
automobiles couldn’t be depended on,
so he went and bought of some dapper
city salesman. Ho-hum! Wish 1
hadn’t rented. Wish Mary’d come
home.”
But it was six months before Whip-
ple saw a handsome machine cross
the yard swiftly and curve to a grace
ful stop directly in front of the door.
He was admiring the skill of it while
hurrying forward to find out what
was wanted. Then he stopped short,
staring, when he saw that his wife
was the driver and only occupant.
“I didn’t know you could run a ma-
chine, Mary,” he stammered.
“Been running this one nearly six
months,” she answered, as she
dropped lightly to the ground and of-
fered her face for a kiss. “How are
things?” :
“Rotten,” he groaned. “I've paid
out half the rent money in repairing
my car, and now I guess it’s nothing
but a junk pile, for I can’t make it
stir any more. Wish we could go
back to where we were before we
rented. But that’s a dandy car you've
got. Where did you hire it?”
“Bought it, Will,” she answered.
“Or rather, the firm gave it to me as
a bonus on sales. I've had fine suc-
cess, and the $1,600 is already banked,
Of course, we can’t come back to the
farm till the two years are up, so I'll
keep on machine selling till then,
Will, for I have a sale pending at
Milltown this evening. I sold one this
morning fifty miles the other way,
and came by here in hope of finding
you at leisure. I need a man to help
me in my sales. Will you do it, Will?”
And Whipple, to his glory be it said,
answered: “Yes, glad to Mary. You're
the leader.”
Have your suitcase brought
| Motor Federation Publishes Queries.
Each day a great many Pennsyl-
vania motorists write to the Penn-
sylvania Motor Federation at Har-
risburg for information concerning
the motor vehicle laws, regulations
of the State Highway Department
and roads in Pennsylvania. Many of
these queries are of ‘a general na-
ture. In the belief that the questions
and their answers will solve problems
of other motorists, the Motor Federa-
tion from time to time will publish
these questions and answers in Penn-
sylvania newspapers. The first in-
stallment will be found below.
Q. To end the dangers attendant
upon “cutting in” or “cutting out”
of traffic lines, would it not be a good
thing if the State law provided that
no passenger car might trail anoth-
er car closer than, say, the distance
between two telepgraph poles?
A. The Motor Law, which becomes
effective January 1 next, contains the
provision that trucks on the high-
ways must stay one hundred feet
apart. It is doubtful if a similar
provision in the case of passenger
cars would be beneficial, because
there are altogether too many pas-
senger cars. The smart driver does
not attempt to pass the vehicle in
front of him unless he is absolutely
sure he has plenty of room.
Q. Is there no short cut between
Central Pennsylvania points and Bal-
timore and Washington ?
A. The State Highway Depari-
ment recently completed the highway
route connecting the William Penn
Highway at Mill Creek with the im-
proved roads leading from McCon-
nellsburg, Fulton county, to Gettys-
burg, Baltimore and Washington. The
distance from Huntingdon to McCon-
nellshurg = approximates fifty miles.
From McConnellsburg the best. route
to Washington is by way of Mercers-
burg, Greencastle and Hagerstown,
entirely improved. The cross-over in
question connects three main thor-
oughfares—William Penn and Lincoln
Highways and National Pike.
Q. How many Motor Patrolmen
are employed by the State Highway
Department ?
A. There are two troops of High-
way Patrolmen, totaling 335 men.
They are located at 25 sub-stations
and the activities of these men are
directed by two captains, four lieu-
tenants and twelve sergeants, respon-
sible to Patrol Headquarters at Har-
risburg. t
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