The betrothal of Miss Gladys Van derbilt, daughter of Mrs. Cornelius . VenderWlt, Sr., and the voting Count Laszio Szechcnyi of Budapest, Hun CtUo marriage to take place on December 4), had the dash of an An thony Hope romance about it. What’s more, the young people, knowing all the facts cf the case, must be laugh ing in their sleeves at the sensation caused by the vague rumors from Newport that found their way into print. From what Austrian officials in this country say, the so-called sensation wan quite a cut-and-dried affair. One of the richest of American girls had imen formally betrothed in a Hun garian castle weeks before, and on that occasion the details of the •American betrothal in October” had been arranged. Then a young Hun garian nobleman had dropped quietly into Newport to play his part in the formalities. , first surprise over, every one \ asked: jj'ho is Count Laszio Ssechenyi?” Therein lies the romance of the story. Only the last chapter properly belongs to the Anthony Hope school. Che- first of it might lie a short story by William Dean Howells. On the other hand, the real romance is wor thy of Gibbon or Sienkiewicz. In it are the raids of a savage Asiatic peo Ate upon the nomads of the Russian steppes, the primeval forests of the Danube and the wild defiles of the Alps. There is also the pageantry of primitive warr the* strains* of wild music of Slavonic harmonies em broidered in a web of national trag edy—music hardly suggested by the Hungarian orchastras of the cafes, but mirrored by Liszt and Paderewski, :ind visualized a few years ago in tb#. latter’s opera, “Manru.” Then there are the green fez, the flowing white robes of the Turk, the brown habit of the Christian mission ary, the splendor of a Hapsburg court, and tyrannies that led a proud people a rebellion that echoed around the world. And all finally cads in a basket phaeton on the Cliff Itrive at Newport, with a young Hun garian and an American heiresss ac knowledging to their friends that they are about to marry. « An Object of Interest. • New Yorkers have been watching Mies Vanderbilt with more than cus tomary interest in the last three years. She is the youngest daughter of Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt, anu the only one of her children unmarried. Her sister is Mrs. Harry Payne Whit ney: her brothers, Cornelius, Jr.; Al fred Gwynne and Reginald Vander bilt. She Is, too, one of the richest girls of her age in America, having come into a fortune of 112,500,000 on her twenty-first birthday last August. Miss Vanderbilt was introduced to society three years ago at a dance given by her mother in the great Van derbilt house at Fifth avenue and Fifty-seventh street. It was one of the events of the season. The house had not been opened for five years. The chat of the drawing rooms con * uectcd Miss Vanderbilt's name again and( again with those of young men who might be considered her suitors. Sometimes these reached the news papers. sometimes not. One of the young men was Robert Walton Goelet. Another mentioned more recently was one of the younger generation in the Gerard family. When any of tuese re ports crept into print they were posi tively denied. Then there were rumors that Miss Vanderbilt’s trip abroad last summer had back of it a desire to put as many miles as possible of sea and railroad between herself and one of the more persistent 3U'.tcrs. Be that as it may, Mrs. Vanderbilt and Miss Gladys went to California early last spring with Mrs. Elliott F. Shepard, then came east and sailed for Europe in April. From time to time reports drifted to ‘—erica of their summer pilgrimage. They were entertained iu Loudon by Ambassador and Mrs. White-law Rcfi, then visited the ambassador at his country place, Wrest Park. Later they were said to be at Carlsbad for the seas-.n. Then the messages had them, cruising r.n European waters. This wont an until nearly the end of: August. Miss Gladys was 21 on the 24th of that month. Mrs. Vanderbilt cabled an order to open The Break ers, her Newport home, and she and her daughter started f& New York, ar riving on Sept. 25. When Mrs. Vanderbilt and Miss Gladys reappeared at Newport, their presence 3eemed to crystalize vague rumors that had been coming from Europe. The gist of these was that Miss Vanderbilt had fallen in love, in the goad old way, with a foreign noble man, and that, Vanderbi!t-Iike, she would brook no opposition when she had decided to have her own way. Nothing was to be learned of the nobleman’s identity. There was not an inkling of what had actually hap •ptned to Miss Vanderbilt during her trip to Europe. Certain Austrian of ficials in thfs country are authority for the story. They say Miss yander bllt met Count Laszlo Szechenyi—they called it Sa-she-nye—in Salsburg, a contincntial watering place, and that they had fallen In love with each other in short order. The count’s relatives were told of it and Miss Vanderbilt was Invited to come in the mid-sum mer to the home of the Szechenyi fam ily, in the district of Horpreck’s, Hun gary. At a family gathering there, so the story runs, the young American heir ess was formally bethrothed under the laws of Austro-Hungary. Then Miss Vanderbilt resumed her journey. Count Szechcnyi’s appearance in Newport sta.rted the rumors of Miss Vanderbilt’s romance again with fev erish persistency. In the ycung nobleman who was Mrs. Vanderbilt’s guest at The Break ers, Miss Gladys Vanderbilt’s friends saw a quiet, affable young man of 28, whose dark complexion suggested a Magyar origin. Many even thought he looked like young Robert Walton Goe let, with whom Miss Vanderbilt’s name had already been associated. The chief difference was that the count wore a small black mustache with the ends turned up like the Em peror William’s. The engagement announced, everj one is repeating: “Who is Count Szechenyi?” His full name is Ladisiaus Szeche nyi von Sarvar und Felso-Videk. His family is one of the oldest in Austria-1 Hungary. Although a count by right. | | the title does not mean more than an honor conferred on all men of his class, just as all tUb sons of. the Sze j chenyi family are chamberlains in the imperial court of Austria-Hungary by birth, and the senior member holds a seat III the upper branch of the Hun garian parliament. So far as lineage goes, probably none of the titled foreigners who have married American women can boast of a longer line of ancestors than count Szechenyi. Besides hi9 family tree, that of the duke of Marlborough, who married Miss Consuelo Vander ‘ bilt, is the veriest sapling. Count de Castellane, former husband of Miss Anna Gould, might compare with the czechenyis In piide of birth, for bis family is one of the oldest In Prance and their castle of Castellane has been In the family for many centuries. Tbe Szechenyi name, however, goes back fully 1,000 years. The story of the young man who is to marry Miss Vanderbifc began not later than 955. He comes of the Magyars—wild ad venturers decendants of the ancient Scythians, who invaded Europe from Central Asia in the ninth century and overran Hungary and Transylvania. The men of the Szechenyi family have borne the title of count for more than 300 years. Among the most cele brated of them was Count Nicholas Szechenyi, companion in arms of the famous Hungarian general, Zrlnyl, who in the sixteenth century stood like a battlement between the en croachments of the Turks on the south and east and the kingdoms of western Europe. Few episodes of mediaeval history are more romantic than the story of Zrinyi's defense of Sziget, a fortress on the Danube, withstanding for a month, and with 2,500 men, the on slaughts of the Sultan Solyman and 65,000 Turks, ifrinyi’s fate has been made the theme of one of Theodore Koerner’s most famous tragedies. Another of the Szechenyis, holding the rank of archbishop, was the me diator in bringing about the peace be tween Emperor Ferdinand and Roko czy, by which the latter was recog nized as legitimate prince of Transyl vania. Like their ancestors the wealth of the family lies in the ownership of land. The young count’s father owned thousands of acres divided into scores of farms and forest preserves. As did their forefathers, the Szechenyis drew from these domains tribute of wheat, Turkish pepper, tobacco, hemp and grapes, and next to Frahce, Hun gary is the greatest wine-producing country in the world. According to Hungarian standards the Szechenyis are very rich and powerful. When Miss Vanderbilt goes as a bride to Au3tro-Hungary she may well believe herself in that Ruritania which Anthony Hope has made the scene of so many adventured. Her new do mains, now broken by the Carpathian mountains a$d the Alps, now reaching out toward the rivers in great grain fields or vineyards, will be a land of quaint customs, of traditional romance and of old world aristocracy in pres ent-day surroundings. The great houses of Vienna and the Imperial court will be open to her, and Vienna is one of the gayest of European cities. Budapest will offer her a social pres tige little less alluring. A LOST LUNCH. Alderman, Station Agent, Merchant and Poor Family Made Happy. Mr. and Mrs. George S. Jenkins, old tv-residents of Bloomfield, enjoyed the U best dinner recently they have had ia many months—since Thanksgiving, in fact—while Thomas C. Dancer, the Glen wood avenue newsdealer, and his clerk, for whom the dinner was in tended, had to be satisfied with free lunch. It all happened because of a .Sunday school excursion, too. The Methodist Episcopal church, the Watsessing Methodist church, and the first Baptist church, all of Bloom ' field, held a union outing recently at Cranberry lake. Among the excursionists was Mrs. Dancer. Believing that her first duty . lay in preparing for her husband's *wints, she cooked a fine luncheon. | There was roast chicken, bread and ’ tatter, stewed corn, potatoes au gra ’ tin. dill pickles, olives, coffee and a 'generous amount of blackberry pie, •i tor "Tom," she thought, “just loves - s blackberry pie. Far be it from me to go to gallivantin’ about on church pic nics." She took the basket down to the station, where Mr. Dancer met heV. He put the basket on a bench in the station waiting room while he assisted his wife up the high steps. He then returned to his place of business and never thought or the basket again un til lunch time. “Abe” Doremus, the station agent, saw the basket, and decided that some one of the excursionists had forgotten her lunch. Alderman Frank N. Unangst came along. Doremus told the alderman of his find and asked what he had better do with it. “Give it to Eiome poor family,” said the alderman, “and they can, return the dishes to you. The contents might spoil before night.” Calling a porter. Doremus said: “Take this over to Mr. and Mrs. Jenk ins. Tell them to eat the contents and return the dishes.” Two hours after Mrs. Jenkins re turned the dishes, cleanly washed, and thanked the station agent for his kindness. it . ' " ■ “How did you enjoy It?” asked the latter. “It was fine,” answered Mrs. Jenk ins, “and we used the silver knives and forks to eat it with, too. My, but that chicken was good!” Just one hour after the return of the dishes Mr/ Dancer ran into the station looking for his basket. The station agent explained matters. “Wasn’t very hungry, anyway, to day,” he said. “Anyhow, I’m glad I didn’t get it, ’cause I know it must er tasted mighty good to the Jenkinses. Oh, my wife’s a good cook Abe!” “Bet the Jenkinses think so,” he called back. “That's what made the station agent, newajealer and alderman so happy to-day,” said Mrs. Dancer when she came home.—Washington Post Making a Monkey of Him. Reggy Sapp—Yeas, the young lady from Boston said I reminded her of • beautiful flower. We&Uy, don't you think I resemble a pansy? V - Miss Tabasco—Yes, a chimpanzee. ^-Chicago News. - WEALTH BY BILLIONS VALUE OF FARM PRODUCTS FOR THE YEAR 1907. -- — y.— WHAT THE EARTH PRODUCES Agriculturalists Have It in Their Power to Curtail the Operation of Trusts and Prevent Unequal Distribution of Money. • Farms of the United States in 1907 will produce more wealth than all the gold mines of the world have produc ed in 20 years. Conservative estimates place the value of all farm products at approximately $7,000,000,000, or about 1 $200,000,000 more than their value in 1906. The farmer is the magician, the alchemist, that makes use ,of nature to enrich the world. The farmers’ corn crops alone average a billion dollars a year, and ^11 the other cereals an other billion, with cotton, tcbacc^ feay and flax worth another biiiion, &Efl the fruits, garden truck and animals a few billions more. Thus it can be seen that the fanner, produces wealth greater than taken from it by the miners for its precious gems and minerals. There is no other foundation for the wealth and business of the world other than the land. Men cannot eat gold; the coal is only useful to him as a means of utilising what the earth grows; there is nothing In the mineral world that will sustain life, or anything that is necessary unless mortals eat, drink and wear clothes. When there is abundance of agricultural productions, there are prosperous times, and a fam ine when the opposite occmrs. The whole financial fabric, the entire com mercial system, is dependent upon the farmer, and his work. y one. “Edith!” called her mother; “what ire you doing there! I’ve been look ing for you everywhere; it’s time to 50 to bed.” “I know, mother," was the reply; but they're nearly all in now, so she’ll he. here soon, I guess.” “Who are in and who will be there? What on earth are you talk ing about, child?" asked the mystified mother. “Why.” explained Edith, rather Im patiently. “you know Mrs. - said she was going to roost with the chick ens to-night and I’m waiting to see how she does it.” Living Up to Regulations. A number of small North Delaware street girls had opened a lemonade stand at the edge of the curb. The drink was in a large glass pitcher, with Bliced lemons floating appetizing ly at the top. One small girl, with a red crayon, had lettered the word “artificial” and leaned it against the pitcher. “What’s that for?” inquired a pass es by. “Pure food law,” said the girls in chorus. “But why should you label it? Are not the water, the lemons, and the sugar pure?” “Yes.” .’ - “Well, what’s artificial about it?" “The Ice.”—Indianapolis News. City and Country Air. City air contains 14 times as many microbes as that of the country.