LITTLE WOMAN IN BLACK
LINKS PAST AND PRESENT
Empress Eugenie, Whose Tragic
Life Spans 85 Years, Still
Can Smile.
Prom the New York World.
A little old woman all in black, even to
the great spectacles behind her crepe veil,
alighted from the train at Merftone a few
weeks ago. She had one woman compan
ion, but there was not a soul to meet her
save only the coachman and footman of
a simple carriage. There were many peo
ple in the railway station, but scarcely
one of them recognized the woman in
black who walked from the train to the
roadway.
Jean Plermany, a newspaper man of
Nice, recognized her. bowed, and asked
her to pause a moment for a picture. Her
brilliant eyes flashed through the double
/shadow of the black lenses and the black
'veil and her mouth curled into a Bmile
as she stood and granted his request.
*rhen she drove away.
j "'Who Is the old lady?” asked an ac
quaintance of the newspaper man.
i ‘‘JTio Empress Engenle.”
' Yes, this aged woman in black, arriving
[with only one attendant and driving awjty.
unrecognized, ungreeted, unsaluted by the
cosmopolitan crowd at the popular Riviera
resort, was Engenle, who within the mem
ory of men by no means old was the
.queen of fashion, the ruler of the gayest
court In Europe, the model of elegance.
[She lacks but a few months of being SO
’years old; her gay court is no more; Its
butterflies are dead. Other queens rule
the world of elegance; her garments are
those of woe, her Jewels are teardrops
and she travels about alone, bowed by a
jburden of sorrow.
I Look at her picture as that Nice news
paper man took It the other day and then
[turn to the photographs she posed for In
the '60s, in the days when she was queen
of the revels at those mad fetes, those
brilliant orgies at Compiegne.
“Tho empress is too mischievous In a
domino,” used to be said of her In those
gay days. She loved nothing better than
■devising fantastic costumes in which to
dazzle the 4,000 odd courtiers that flocked
from all over Europe to dance at her
masked balls and those of the Princess
■Mettermich.
; A favorite costume of hers used to be
that of Marie Antoinette. It seems as
If there must have been something pro
phetic about this predilection. True, Eu
genie did not lose her lovely head, but she
jlost everything else. Perhaps even fate
was kinder to the last queen of France
than It has been to the last empress.
! "I am the past; I am the distant horizon
whero exists a mirage, a shadow, a phan
ftom, a living sorrow.”
So she spoke only a year ago to an Ital
ian journalist, adding: “I live only In my
■youth, long past. There is nothing for
me but to wait; my dreary winter is near
ly over.”
The past in which Engenle lives is one
of the most romantic that history records.
When she was in Cairo in 1869, opening the
Ehiez canal, she went disguised to visit an
aged dervish. He saluted her Instantly as
(impress and said:
“At your birth the state foretold for you
great power and greater sorrow, for your
happiness will be only temporary, but
your sorrow will last forever. You are
doomed to lose your throne, your husband
and your son and to wander alone through
tho world like a lost star. These events
will not happen at once, for the blow
would kill you. To you as an empress it
will not be permitted to enter the land of
your husband or son except by permission
of those you despise. You will have to
seek a home with strangers and the dress
iOf woe will never leave your form; your
Jewels will be but teardrops. I have said.”
No more ruthlessly accurate prophecy
was ever made. Every terrible word of
it has been fulfilled.
Eugenie was not born to the purple.
Her mother was Marie Kirkpatrick,
daughter of an Irish adventurer who had
settled In Spain. Her father was the
Count of Montljo, several times a grandee
of Spain. Born in May, 1826, she was their
third child., Tho eldest died young, and
the second, a daughter, was married to
the Duke of Alba and Berwick, a descen
dant of King James II., of England and
Arabella Churchill. Her mother was for
a while a maid of honor to Queen Isa
bella, but she caused scandal by her love
affairs with Lord Clarendon and Prosper
Merimee, and the family had to leave the
court of Madrid. The girl received wha1
education was possible In a life of roving
She spent her brief periods at school ir
convents In many lands, but it was the
worldly and frivolous side of her charac
ter that was most cultivated. In Paris
Prosper Merimee, the author of ‘‘Carmen,’
helped to educato her and Stendahl usee
to tell her stories.
Introduction to Louis Napoleon.
Engenle grew to womanhood with a rare
beauty and a somewhat madcap charm
She had more than one love affair, anc
about the time of her sister’s marriage
she tried to poison herself for love. Ii
was said, of the Duke of Alba. Among
those who paid their court to her wen
the Duke of Ossuna, the Duke of Sesto
Prince Jerome Bonaparte and Senoi
Rosas. She became known as “the mos'
beautiful woman in Europe.” Louis Na
poleon, then president of the French re
public, who was destined to marry he:
himself a few years later, worried ovei
the attentions his cousin was paying t<
Mile, de Montljo, wrote to his uncle anc
Jerome's father, ex-King Jerome, warning
him that the girl was not the kind £
man like his son should marry, underlin
ing the word “marry/’
A description of her as seen at a bull
fight in Madrid at that time and quoted
by Clara Tschadi in her life of the em
press is worth reprinting: .
“Her slender figure is set off by a
bodice which enhances her beauty and ele
gance. Her hand is armed with a riding
whip instead of a fan, for she generally
arrives at the circus on a wild Andalusian
horse, and in her belt she carries a sharp
pointed dagger. Her little feet are en
cesed in red satin boots. Her head is
crowned by her broad golden plaits inter
woven with pearls and rich flowers; her
clear brow shines with youth and beauty,
and her gentle blue eyes sparkle from
beneath the long lashes which almost con
ceal them." The same writer speaks also
of “her exquisitely formed nose, her
mouth, fresher than a rosebud, and the
perfect oval of her face, the loveliness of
which is equalled only by her graceful
bearing."
With her mother Eugenie settled in
Paris in the winter of 1851-52, a tew weeks
before the coup d’etat by which Louis
Napoleon became virtually ruler of
France. A year later he was proclaimed
emperor, and it w'as just about this time
that he fell under the spell of Mile, do
Montijo’s charms. She was then 27 years
I old, Mqpy rgyal marriages had been Sug
gested to him. Napoleon'S infatuation for
her was noted by all the diplomats, but
few of them imagined that he would offer
her more than a morganatic marriage.
When he spoke to her of marriage she
referred him to her mother. After a re
view in the court of the Tuileries he called
to her at the window from which she had
been watching: "Tell me how 1 can reach
you.” "To tho right, Sire, by way of the
chapel,” she replied promptly. At which
Prince Metternich remarked, "Well
played!”
She had the entree to the best houses,
but was not invited to the most select
gatherings. Her social position was equiv
ocal.
It was on New Tear’s eve, 1853, that Na
poleon asked her In marriage. On Jan
uary 22 the engagement was announced.
The weeding took place in Notre Dame
cathedral on January 29 and 30. The cer
emony was almost a duplicate of that most
splendid of weddings when the first Na
poleon was married.
One of the first acts of the newly made
empress seems ominous In the light of
subsequent events. She made Napoleon
drive her to Versailles, wrhere she brooded
with mournful interest over the relics of
the ill-fated Marie Antoinette, and she
read in the Archives Nationales the let
ters written by the queen on the day of
her execution.
Then began a reign of revelry. The em
press had been accustomed to gay license
at her mother’s chateau of Carabanchel,
and now she turned Fontainebleau, Com
piegne and the Tuileries Into palaces of
folly. The houses were filled with guests
who lived only for enjoyment. Artists,
poets and musicians mingled with the
greatest names in France—except those
of the old regime, who always held aloof.
In March, 1S56, Eugenie bore a son, who
seemed to be the idol of the French peo
ple.
The Empress Eugenio and Queen Vic
toria exchanged visits and became warm
friends, with a sincere friendship that
lived until Victoria’s death.
Eugenie dipped into International poli
tics, with results that heaped up disaster
upon her and her husband. It was large
ly due to her that the Franco-Prusslan
war was fought, and some historians lay
upon her the blame for the inaptitude of
the French generals at the outset of the
campaign, when, Instead of Invading the
unprepared Germany, they puttered about
on the defensive until the Prussians per
fected their organization, invaded France
and pushed her armies to destruction.
Then the crash came. A howling mob,
maddened by the disaster to the French
arms, attacked the Tuileries, crying for
the head of the empress. Eugenie escaped
by a back door, and Dr. Evans, the Amer
ican dentist, smuggled her out of France
and over to England.
At Chlselhurst the exiled emperor and
empress lived quietly with their son. The
young prince was a lad of great prom
ise and did more than well at the English
military college. His father died in 1873.
Eogenie made the serious mistake of treat
ing the prince imperial as a child and of
withholding from him the fortune his fath
er left.
The young prince had a clandestine love
affair wdth a baiter’s daughter named
Watkins, who did not suspect his high
rank. She bore him a son who still lives.
When the empress learned of this she was
so angry that the prince went as a volun
teer with the British army to the Zulu
war. There he was killed by an assegai
of a savage. Eugenie journeyed to Afri
ca and brought home the mutilated body
of the son she adored. She laid It beside
that of her husband in the chapel at Chls
elhurst, and there she has spent years of
her time, weeping and praying.
She goes to Paris sometimes, and from
the windows of the Continental hotel
looks out over the gardens that are all
that is left of the Tuileries palace, in
which she used to reign. She goes about
France alone and unrecognized, and some
times she meets in Paris the young man
who has a right to call her dead son
“father.” They say he is the image of
the prince and that Eugenie weeps as she
embraces him. When she was told of the
prince imperial’s death she said: "Fate is
very cruel. I feel now that I shall live to
1 be a hundred.”
Perhaps she will, for, though 85 now, she
: is still strong and active and—wonder of
wonders!—she can still smile!
OLD SAWS AND FABLES
ARE BEST INDICATORS
Michael O’Connor, of Greeley
Center, Furnishes Weather
Forecasts for Paper.
WATCH ANIMALS’ ACTIONS
From the Sioux City Tribune.
Why consult the almanac or the weath
er man when a cat can be had for about
25 cents.
Michael O’Connor, of Greeley Center,
Neb., who has been a guest of the Chi
cago House for a few days, and who is
an old pioneer of Nebraska, having gone
through the grasshopper days, the famous
blizzards and the droughts and hot winds,
believes that the cat is an unerring weath
er barometer. He has furnished his local
paper with the weekly weather report for
the past 23 years, and claims to be some
authority on weather. Some of his cat
axioms are:
When cats sneeze it is a sign of rain.
When cats are snoring foul weather fol
lows.
When a cat scratches itself or scratches
on a log or a tree it Indicates approach
ing rain.
It is a sign of rain if a cat washes her
head behind her ear.
Other animals have to a lesser degree,
i«&ys Mr. O’Connor, the power to foretell
the weather. Here are some of the othei
signs he holds are infallible:
When cows fall their milk expect stormy
or cold weather.
The goat will utter her peculiar cry
before rain.
Much noise made by rats or mice indi
cates rain.
A fly on your nose, you slap and It goes,
if it comes buck again it will bring a good
rain.
“Those are the rules of our great great
great grandparents which I learned from
my father and have carried about in my
head since I lvas a boy. I find them a
better guide than the scientific and mod
ern observations made by the United
States weather man. Hundreds and hun
dreds of saws and jingles our forefathers
had—some reasonable, some ridiculous—
but many of them reliable. They had tc
keep their eyes on the cow, the cat and
the canary if they wanted to know when
to take their umbrellas with them. Today
the people haven't a single Idea about
foretelling the weather, beside knowing
on what page of the paper the forecast is
printed. The lore Is lost, the fables are
forgotten, except by a few of us old.
timers.’’
Fruitless Struggle.
From Brooklyn Life.
“I understand that, after waiting 20
years, she married a struggling man?”
"Yes, poor chap. He struggled the
best he knew how, but she lamded
him.”
BOTH HAD KNOWN HAPP'NESS
But the Circumstances Were Not Ex
actly Alike, That Was All
the Difference.
They were riding into town in a
subway train, these two married men,
says the New York Times. One
seemed occupied with his own
thoughts, the other was engrossed in
his copy of the Evening Piffle, from
which ho eventually glanced with a
superior smile. "I always read what
Betsy Bustuff has to say In her ‘Twi
light Twaddle' column,” he said. "She
generally hits us off pretty well, but
she isn't always right. Now, this eve
ning, she gets on the subject of elope
ments. She says elopements never
turn out happily. I don’t agree with
her.” “Neither do I,” said the man
who had been occupied with his own
thoughts. “I am glad to hear you say
it," exclaimed the Evening Piffleite. "I
eloped with my wife, and I’ve been
happy ever since.” "So have I ever
since some fellow eloped with mine,”
remarked the other. "Betsy Bumstuff
is away off!”
DISFIGURED WITH ECZEMA
"Our little boy Gilbert was troubled
with eczema when but a few weeks
old. His little face was covered with
sores even to back of his ears. The
poor little fellow suffered very much.
The sores began as pimples, his lit
tle face wad disfigured very much.
We hardly knew what he looked like.
The face looked like raw meat. We
tied little bags of cloth over his
hands to prevent him from scratching.
He was very restless at night, his
little face Itched.
"We consulted two doctors at Chi
cago, where we resided at that time.
After trying all the medicine of the
two doctors without any result, we
read of the Cuticura Remedies, and at
once bought the Cuticura Soap and
Ointment. Following the directions
carefully and promptly we saw the re
sult, and after four weeks the dear
child's face was as fine and clean as
any little baby's face. Every one who
saw Gilbert after using the Cuticura
Remedies was surprised. He has a
head of hair which is a pride for any
boy of his age, three years. We can
only recommend the Cuticura Reme
dies to everybody.” (Signed) Mrs, H.
Albrecht, Box 883, West Point, Neb.,
Oct. 26, 1910.
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Filling Her Program.
"Ah say, Ml* Mandy, am yo' pro
gram full?"
“Lordee, no, Mr. Lumley. It takes
mo’ an a san’wlch an' two olives to
fill my program.”
ONE OF THE EARLY dIRDS.
Mrs. Joskins—That last leg of mut
ton was beastly tough.
Mr. Trimmins—You surprise me.
mum. Why, It was quite a young
lamb.
Mrs. Joskins—Um. Must have kept
late hours, then!
From “The Blue Bird.”
In Maeterlinck’s “Blue Bird" little
Tyltyl goes to some far-off heavenly
place to learn that love abides with
him at home. There he meets Mother
Love. He says he wishes to stay with
her always, where she looks so beau
tiful to him. She answers: But it’s
just the same thing; I am down be
low, we are all down below. . . .
You have come up here only to real
ize and to learn, once for all, how to
see me when you see me down be
low. ... Do you understand, Tyl
tyl, dear? . . . You believe your
self in heaven; but heaven is wher
ever you and 1 kiss each other. . . .
There are not two mothers, and you
have no other. . . . Every child
has only one; and it is always the
same one and always the most beau
tiful; but you have to know her and
to know how to look.
School Boys’ Garden.
An admirable scheme w have a
school boys’ garden next, year has
been planned by the authorities of
Elruing, N. Y. Last summer a hun
dred boys made good as farmers of
vacant lots, and it is now proposed to
place practically all such unused
property in the city under cultivation,
the pupils of the public schools to be
the gardeners and to reap the profits
from their products.
Douhte.
The Stranger—Are you quite sure
that that was a marriage license you
gave me last month?
The Official—Of course! What's
the matter?
The Stranger—Well, I’ve lived (
dog’s life ever since.—Sketcn.
WHEN IT REALLY WAS WARM
Incident Related by Mr. Bings Put
an End to the Hot Weather.
Stories.
“Hot in Brazil!” said the young
man who had just returned from a
trip to South America, according to
the Chicago Dally News. "Well, I
should say so. Do you know, for days
at a time we couldn't take our after
dinner siesta on account of the pe
culiar noises.” “What noises?” asked
the blonde stenographer, Innocently.
"Why, the coffee popping on the trees.
You see, the sun was so hot the grains
just roasted before they were picked.”
The old travgjer yawned. “Rather
warm down there, bub," he rejoined,
laconically, "but when I was down
there you couldn’t sleep at night.
Every once in a while there would
sound the most extraordinary crack
ling noise that ever fell upon the hu
man ear.” “What were the sounds,
Mr. Bings?” And Mr. Bings yawned
again and replied: "The rubber trees
stretching themselves.”
Facing the Future.
"Even when Henrietta gets the
vote,” said Mr. Meekton, "I don’t be
lieve she will be quite satisfied.”
"Why not?”
“We’ll have to reorganize the ballot
so that when there's an election she
can stay at home and let me attend to
that along with the rest of the er
rands.”
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He Was a Judge.
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