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" When a Girl Marries"
By ANN LISLE
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
Chapter XVII
(Copyright, 1918, by King Feature
Syndicate Inc.)
This morning brought me the first
letter I have ever had from Jim!
The very moment the tiny white
triangle peaked under the door I
dashed off the covers, pattered
across the room in bare feet, and
fairly yanked in the welcome mes
senger. It had to be from my boy;
1 had never a doubt of that. For an
hour I had been lying awake, with
my heart in a tumult, waiting for
that letter. Of course I kissed the
address he had written; of course
1 held the envelope close to my
heart for a moment in happy antici
pation of that other moment when I
should read the words my lover had
written.
With trembling fingers I opened
the envelope and read:
"Thursday evening.
"Sweetheart Dear:
"Wish you were here with me, as
Washington is well worth seeing. It
is sizzling hot, though, so maybe my
little girl is better off in New York.
"Ant so busy I don't have time to
eat. The board will convene to
morrow. I don't know what the
outcome will be. but am hoping for
a good appointment, even if not in
the aviation. Will stay over a day
or two if need be. But will surely
be home some time Sunday.
"Betty happens to be here, see
ing about her camp welfare work.
She knows a lot of the big men and
is helping me pull wires. Of course
I want to fly, but a captaincy in the
artillery would not be so bad, as
that would take me to France. Betty
will put me in touch with some of
the 'men higher up.' So hope for the
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best. When I have finished this letter
am calling for Betty, who is giving
a dinner to a couple of the big guns
and yours truly. Guess things will
break to my liking.
"Pray for me. Princess Anne,
"Devotedly, Your Husband."
I stared at the letter in unbelief.
Then I read it again slowly—the first
time I had whirled through it in a
breathless rush to know just what
my boy was doing. Now I read care
fully word for word, hunting for
what 1 had missed—something hid
den between the lines perhaps.
It was not there!
Except for the "sweetheart dear"
and a half dozen words at the end,
that letter might have been written
to—a man or maiden aunt.
And this was my .first love letter
from Jim!
I sat down on the edge of my
rumpled bed and stared in unbe
lief at the sheet of paper in my
hand. It stared back at me malic
iously.
Then bitterness and suspicion
sw.ept over me in great waves, en
gulfing my disappointment and hun
ger for some word of love. How did
Betty Bryce "happen" to be in Wash
ington?
I turned cold with terror. Betty
had a way of "happening" to be
where Jim is.
I hated that woman.
And yet, when I had lain awake
waiting for my husband's letter
had practically decided to take
Betty's apartment. She was Jim's
friend; she should be my friend too.
I would be generous enough to ac
cept her generosity. It would de
light Jim—of that I was sure.
But now Jim's letter!
Cold hatred of Betty gripped me
agafn. She had everything—money,
beauty, fredom to come and go at
will, power—the power to help my
husband achieve his desire—while I
—1 stood in the way of that desire.
Suddenly 1 laughed at my own
heroics and said to myself:
"Anne, you little fool! Suppose
you did want to take the Bryce
woman's apartment—how could you.
Jim has the key. Jim is in Wash
ington—with her. You don't even
know where Betty's apartment is.;
Suppose you found the address in
the phone book, could you persuade
anyone to let you it?
Automatically I got up and went
over to the telephone directory—
Betty's name was not listed.
"That much is settled," I said to
myself again and again as if it were
the password to some magic way out
of my misery. And then suddenly I
saw the way out.
With what I told myself was clear
logic, I decided that since one path
was closed to me, I must take the
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other. I could no longer stay at the
Walgrave. I had no way of reaching
the Bryce apartment—therefore I
must take the Mason studio.
I leaped into action at once. As
a beginning, I canceled my break
fast appointment with that dread
ful old woman, Mrs. Varden. Then
I telephoned and asked Mr. Mason
if I could have possession of his
apartment that very day. It had be
come necessary, I said, for me to
alter my plans since my husband
would be delayed in Washington un
til Sunday, and it seemed better to
act on my own judgment than to
pile up expenses at the Walgrave,
which wasn't run on a schedule
suited to army incomes. I talked like
a titled prig in my struggle to have
logic and business efficiency rule me
and drive out emotion and hysteria.
Mr. Mason's voice came back over
the wire with a queer, vibrant' note
in It.
"You little brick! Think of de
ciding like that! Jim will be de
lighted I'm sure. What brought you
round so suddenly?"
"Nothing—l just felt that I ought
to decide and so 1 thought the thing
out logically," I said wondering at
the little quaver in my own voice.
"You sound tired. I don't want you
to get worn our moving all by your
self. I'm going to phone Evelyn to
come up to town and help."
"Oh, I don't need any help—l can
manage alone," I said, wearily.
But I was glad when Tom Mason
insisted. i
"This time Evvy shan't fail you.
I'm going to phone her right off.'
You wait where you are until you
hear from her. Have you had break
fast yet?"
There was no real interest in Mr.
Mason's tone * * and the man was
nothing to me. It mattered to him,
though, that I might be tired and
blue and in need of help. It mat
tered to him—and Jim was over in
Washington with Betty Bryce.
"Of course, I will be very grate
ful if Evelyn can come. But if she
can't don't you worry about me. I'll
manage well enough; I'll just pack
our things and taxi down to the,
studio by noon, if you can have iti
ready for me then. But I'd be so
happy if Evelyn could meet me
there," I concluded, acknowledging
to myself at last how much I need
ed a woman's friendship—a wom
an's help.
Then I hung up the receiver and
stared about the room. On his
smooth, untouched bed lay Jim's
I seized it fiercely and tore it into
tiny bits. From the bureau where
it had fluttered in a white shower, a
little scrap winked up at me mali
ciously. On it was written one word;
"Betty."
(To Be Continued)
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THE KAISER AS I KNEW
HIM FOR FOURTEEN YEARS
By ARTHUR N. DAVIS, D. D. S.
(Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate)
(Continued.)
He was a pleasant enough fefiow.
but his wife, who was also Ms first
cousin, being a niece of the Empress,
was extremely sarcastic, although
not particularly brilliant. She was a
very beautiful woman; in fact, ?he|
was the most beautiful of the Kai
ser's daughters-in-law, somewhat too
stout.
She talked English to me invari
bly until the war, but after that she
spoke only German. She was con
stantly carping about the way Amer
ica was acting towards eGrmany and
she made such outrageous state
ments that I was led to remark on
one occasion: "From the way you
talk. Princess, one would think that
America actually started the war!"
She never spofce of America after
wards.
She always seemed more or less
interested in my child, and once,
when she recognized the child in the
Tiergarten she stopped and caressed
her—which made our nurse the envy
of all her associates ever afterwards.
I saw Prince August Wilhelm and
his wife two days before I left Ber
lin. They were the last members of
the royal family I saw. I didn't men
tion the fact that I was going away,
because I was'afraid right up to the
moment that I landed on Danish soil
that something might be done to
prevent my leaving.
Prince Joachim, the Kaiser's
youngest son, and one of the last of
the royal family to visit me, remind
ed me very much of his eldest broth
er, the Crown Prince. He was tail
and slender and would have been
very good looking but for a receding
chin which tyas very pronounced. He
had as little respect for public opin
ion as the Crown Prince, and while
the U-boat Deutschland was on its
way to America principally to bring
back a carg% of rubber, the supply
of which was exhausted in Germany,
this sixth son of the Kaiser was driv
ing around the country in a big car
using up enormous rubber tires,
while rubber was worth its weight
in gold and many cars for the army
were supplied with plain iron
wheels.
This Prince was the only member
of the royal family to get near
enough to the firing-line to get shot.
The injury, which he received while
at the eastern front, was only a
slight wound, but it was enough to
start him limping through history.
It was such a superficial wound 'hat
1t couldn't have caused him one-half
as much pain as it gave the royal
family pleasure.
The fact that one of the Kaiser's
own sons had actually been wounded
and shed his royal blood in active
service was something that the in
spired press will never stop crowing
over, but by just what accident the
Prince happened to come within
range of the bullet has never been
disclosed. Nevertheless, he received
the Iron Cross of the First Class, or,
as some one who realized the signifi
cance of the incident remarked, "a
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erly pointed out at Carnegie Hall,
the safest risk any insurance com
pany could write would be a policy
on the lives of the Kaiser's six sons,
and. he might hav.e added, the Kai
ser himself might have been thrown
in without adding much to the com
bined premium.
As he limped into my office, the
young Prince—he is now only twen
ty-eight—remarked: "See what one
of your damned American bullets
did to me!"
"How do you know it was an
American bullet?" I asked.
"The Russians have nothing else."
How the Russians ever got a
chance to reach him if he were even
half as afraid of their bullets as he
was of dental work, 1 can't conceive.
All the time he was in my office he
kept nervously twisting a front lock
of hair.
I tried to draw him out on politi
cal questions, but he showed no in
clination to discuss them.
"I know nothing about politics,''
he admitted. "It would be better if
a great many other people paid less
attention to them." He didn't im
press me as knowing much about
anything.
I told him on one occasion that
the people were complaining of the
food shortage.
"They have food enough," he an
swered. "The best thing they do
is to complain! Don't they complain
in America? The fact is they ha"e
too much to eat, anyway. They
I don't know what they want."
| The Kaiser's only daughter, Prin
cess Vctoria Louise, was the fir c t of
her family to come to me outside of
j the Kaiser. Very peculiar rumors
were circulated about her when she
was a girl, and they persisted right
up to the time of her marriage. It
was said variously that she had a
qleft palate; that she was tongue
tied; that she was a deaf mute; that
she suffered from other physical de
ficiencies.
I was very much interested to find,
therefore, that none of these rumors
had the slightest foundation. She
was a most charming young woman,
always acting most graciously to
! ward me. She reminded me of the
| Kaiser more than any other of his
children. Shortly after the war
' started I asked her how long she
I thought it would last.
"It can't be over too soon for me,"
she replied. "I have a husband and
six brothers in it, you know; but I'm
afraid it will last a long time."
I On one of her last visits to me she
came with her husband, the Duke of
[Cumberland, who said he would like
' to speak to me privately.
I I took him into an adjoining room.
I and he asked me not to tell any
i member of the royal family that he
had been to see me.
I was rather surprised at his re
quest. but of course agreed to com
ply with his wishes.
"You understand, don't you? Not
a single member of the royal fam
ily!" he repeated, as he kissed the
i Duchess good-by and drove away,
j The mystery of the incident was
cleared up a few days later when an
j opera singer who had been a guest
'at Braunschweig, the seat of the
i Duke of Cumberland, told me that
! while he was singing at the local
| opera house there there had been a
I great demonstration in front of the
Duke's palace. The crowd demanded
I that the Duke return to the front at
I once.
"Our sons and fathers have to
; fight!" they shouted. "You've been
[ here too !,ong. Go hack to the men
j at the front or bring them back
I home!"
| Evidently the Kaiser had given his
| son-in-law explicit instructions to
I keep out of the public sight, and
' the Duke didn't want it known tnat
he had disobeyed to the extent of
calling with his wife to see me in
Berlin!"
CHAPTER XV
The Kaiser at Army Headquarters
To what extent the Kaiser is re-
I sponsible for the failures and enti
tled to credit for the successes of
his armies in the present war, I am
pot in a position to say, but if he did
not actually direct the military pol
icy, he at least kept closely in
touch with everything that was go
ing on. From the very beginning
of hostilities he lived the major part
of the time at the Great Army
Headquarters and was in constant
j consultation with his military lead
ers.
Knowing the self-confidence he
possessed and the high value he
placed on his own judgment in all
things, and especially in military
matters, I am inclined to believe,
that he took a very direct part in
the councils of the General Staff,
and it is most unlikely that any
major move was ever made without
his sanction. I can imagine the
dramatic scene that would follow if
anyone at these army conferences
was presumptuous and bold enough
openly to oppose the Kaiser'B plans.
Within the past few weeks, in a
reply which he sent to a congratu
latory telegram from the University
of Cologne, the Kaiser is reported to
have referred to himself as "the
supreme war lord." and it is hardly
likely that with such notions of his
own importance he would bow much
to the judgment or experience of
any of his generals.
I had several opportunities to see
the Kaiser while he was at the vari
ous Great Army Headquarters.
In the spring of 1916 I received a
long-distance telephone message
from the Great Army Headquarters,
which was then in the palace of the
Prince von Pless, at. Pless, to the
effect that the Kaiser wanted me to
go there. I was told that the Ober-
Hofmarshallamt, the head court
chamberlain's office, would arrange
for a pass and give me the necessary
instructions for getting ,to head
quarters, and the following day one
of the secretaries called and gave
me all the details.
On the trip down to Pless I was
able to make better connections
than had been anticipated and got
in at 2.10 a. m. instead of 6.15, and
the consequence was that no car was
waiting for me at the station.
The place was very dark and I
had not the slightest idea where to
go to spend the night. The station
was apparently located in the open
country and there wasn't the least
sign of life in the vicinity. I knew,
however, that the village of Pless
must be within reach and hoped to
find some sort of hotel there. I ap
plied to the stationmaster and he
aroused one of his men and had
him show me to a little hotel, the
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Hotel Fuchs, in the adjoining vil
lage.
A barefooted boy with a candle in
his hand came down in answer to
my knock on the door and he gave
me the best room the place afforded.
Telling him to wake me at 6.30, I
turned in without even having reg
istered, but the awful bed and the
smell of the old room' allowed me
little rest.
(To Be Continued.)
Advice to the Lovelorn
UV BEATRICE! FAIRFAX
SH AM, SHE ACCEPT HIM f
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am deeply in love with a young
man four years my senior who is soon
to sail 'for France. Do you think it
prudent for a girl to engage herself
to a man who might come home a
cripple and be a burden? I shall al- .
■ways care for him deeply, whether lie
is crippled or not.
F. L.
I don't think, in spite of what you
believe, that you would always care
deeply for your soldier boy even if he
came back a cripple. There are indi
cations in your letter that you would
find it considerable of a handicap to
have this kind of a husband. Unless
you are so proficient in your own par
ticular line of wrok that you make
enough to help maintain the family,
or unless you have some money, the
risk appears to be too great.
There are cases in which girls love
their soldier sweethearts, so deeply,
that one feels they will manage,
somehow, even if their earning ca
pacity is not great enough to put them
in the financially independent class.
l>ut these girls are not considering in
advance if it would be prudent to run
the risk of having such a burden aij
a crippled man on their hands. They
care enough to assume that risk.
A CHANCE MEETING
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
Some time ago I ran into a young
man on the elevated station platform
and I excused myself from doing so.
A few times after that he smiled at
me, but now he does not look at me
any more. I should very much like
to meet this young man, who is about
19 Can you suggest anything for me
to do?.
M. K.
I do not approve of acquaintances
made in the way you suggest at all.
and if the young nian has apparentlj
lost all interest in the accidenta'
meeting, there is nothing whatever
for you to do but to ignore him.
SHE MAD BETTER WAIT
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX!
I am going about with a young
man and we are very fond of each
other. On returning from the theater
one evening he asked me for a photo
graph. Will you advise me whether
it is proper for me to give one?
L. F.
I believe I would wait until I knew
the young man a little longer that
six weeks before giving him nij
photograph. Doubtless you both in
tend to become engaged, and why not
wait until then before giving him
your picture?
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