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I Sr <J. J. Conway QMDK «ADBQ[£»£(1DH m? QD®K3 ©&E1[L®S9 TCffiO® IM&GlXDtL&QKflg DQDIPD0ECLU C^DKKB ®U SEPADK} AR3Q) U9Wm GTOTTDn A^CSDRS® ^3?E,,EB£F??Bo maa DOJi dAIMF, JOSY OF LATE DON CARLO'S HE DOORS of Prance as well as of Spain are now closed against Don Jaime, the chivalrous son of the late Don Carlos, duke of Mad rid, who ruled over the north of Spain under the title of Charles VII. The in discretion of the Carlist committee in Paris in pro claiming Don Jaime heir to the throne of Prance, as well as of Spain, has galvanized into life the law of expulsion concerning the heads of houses of pretenders. mat law excludes the Due d Or leans as head of the younger branch of, the Bourbons, Prince Victor as chief of the Napoleonic house, and Don Jaime as claimant of the old Bourbon or legitimist line. Don Jaime, now duke of Madrid, means business as far as the throne of Spain is concerned. Though he looks upon his claim to the throne of Prance as being more historical than practical, still the fact that he has been proclaimed officially the head of the legitimist line brings him un der the law of exclusion. The expulsion of his father by Na poleon III. has no bearing upon the case of the present claimant. Hither to a law of expulsion has not been able to keep him out of Spain, whith er he has gone whenever he pleased. Very different from the old Bour bons, whose motto was “no compro mise and no surrender,’' is this pro gressive prince and popular military in a n Puon tha __Li! — - — .vpuum.au, Henri Rochefort, spoaks of him as being very liberal and entirely of the twentieth century Since his father's followers have pro claimed Don Jaime their chief the Carlists have taken on a new life and under exist ing conditions in the peninsula he may soon find himself seated on the throne for which his father and his grandfather vainly took the field. It is Interesting to note in this connec tion that Count Urbain de Maille, presideut of the Cariist society of Paris, offered a dukedom to a Boston merchant in consideration of financial aid for the cause. Of those who have misgivings no one stands more in fear and trembling than the Dowager Queen Christina. For. while Don Jaime has a qualified admiration for her post humous son. Alfonso XIII., he has supreme contempt for the intriguing ex-nun who pre vented his -sisters from marrying Austrian archdukes. At Biarritz he has frequently been within speaking distance of his cousin. King Alfonso, though they have never exchanged words. , Dob Jaime is the bero of a novel, of which the villain is the Due d’Albe and the heroine a well-known Washington belle. He is an offi cer of the Russian army and has seen active service in Manchuria. He has the reputation of being well versed in the science of war and of not knbwing fear. t- He looks upon the Due d’Orleans as a visionary and speaks of the Napoleonic princes with contempt. The platonic Orlean ists, who merely get up banquets and clink glasses, he contrasts with the fighting Carl ists, who have twice taken the field and are ready to do so again. He has more Bourbon blood in his veins than any man living, for he is a Bourbon from both sides of the house, his mother having been Marquerite, princesse de Bourbon-Parma. He was educated at an Eng lish college and speaks and writes the English language like a graduate of the university of Dublin. The heir to two thrones, for years he lived in a Paris attic, where Cariist chiefs called to pay their respects to royalty and where on certain days they passed to inscribe their names. Love and war have been his favorite pastimes and both got him into trouble with his millionaire father. He helped to aim the Carlists of the Basque country during the Spanish-American war and became estranged from Carlos because the latter would not strike a blow. He fell in love with a beautiful German princess at the court of St. Peters burg, but his father frowned upon the mar riage because the lady belongs to the Lutheran ■ ,1 church. He has been pro claimed king by his tarty. But let bis trusted chief, his quasi-prime minister, the man who has directed the Carlist movement since Don Carlos was a beardless youth, and who is the power behind the throne in all the recent happenings, tell the tale. Count Drbain de Maille, the Carlist chief, recently received me at his home in DON dAJNE^FUfuRE FMPPF3S C0P6OPT, PP/NCF6S HPRMiNE 0FRFU3S **^*^CHATEAIS OE EROS DONE, AUSTEJA^ ^DQN c/A/AfEiS PRESENT HONE ■''mf the Place du Palais de Bourbon. The famous old legitimist said: "Don Jaime has ceased to be prince de Bourbon just as Albert Edward was no longer prince of Wales after he had become king. When traveling incognito he Is now the duke of Madrid. His title among legitimists is King James I. of France. He has not yet selected a title for Spain, but it will probably be Charles VIII.. as his father ruled over the Basque provinces under the title of Charles VII. Thus far we have had no coronation, but we have carried out all the preliminary ceremonies. The central council of legitimists, myself at their head, walked three times around the coffin containing the remains of Don Carlos, and three times did we proclaim the tradi tional cry: ‘Le roi est mort; vive le roi.’ We proclaimed Don Jaime, prince de Bourbon, the successor of that long and illustrious line of kings who have shed 30 much luster on France. At this ancient and interesting cere mony the old Vendean chiefs were represented by the count de Catt.elineau. “ft will interest Americans to know,” he continued, “that the husband of Miss Polk of Tennessee, General the Baron Charette, is one of our most illustrious Vendean chiefs, and as brave a royalist as ever stood in shoe-leather. The de Charettes won undying fame as lead ers of the royalists in the Vendean war of 1797. “Don Jaime, or King James, as we now call him, wears the order of the Holy Spirit and the order of the Golden Fleece. We are great symbolists and these orders are emblematic of his royal Spanish house.” “Upon what do you base Dpn Jaime's claim, ccunt?” I asked. “His claim to the throne of France is based upon the fact that he is a direct descendant of King Louis XIV. In other words, he repre sents the old Bourbon or legitimist line. You are aware that the story about the son of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette having es caped the prison of the temple and having lived in Holland under the name of Nordorf, and of his having left heirs is pure invention. “But no one questions the historic claim of our king. His majesty’s claim to the throne of Spain is based upon the Salic law. Don Jaime Is the fourth claimant. It was in favor of the late Queen Isabella, [ mother of the In fanta Eulalie, so well knowir in America, that King Ferdinand VII. set aside the Salic law. Eulalie and her princes and their set hate us because they know we have right on our side and that we have fought for our own and will fight again if necessary. "Our king's late father. Dom Carlo*, ruled over the north of Spain for seven year* under the title of Charles VII. Previous claimants have fought for the throne of their ancestors and none of them was a braver or a better equipped soldier than Don Jaime.'* "What is your flag?" was my neat question. "The flag of the Grand Monarch is our flag. The flag which floated over my chateau in Brittany, where the late Dom Carlos was banqueted and expelled from France for a speech he made under my roof. Ours is the white flag with the fleurs-de-lya. Sooner than change that banner for the red. white and blue, the late Count de Chambord, who was our King Henry V., declined the crown of France when offered to him by Marshal Mac Mall on. "Don Jaime is now at the chateau of Fros dorf in Austria. This was the property of the count de Chambord, or King Henry V. He has left it to Don Jaime together with the family pictures, documents and other papers belong ing to the legitimist succession. In that old Bourbon chateau his plans are maturing." "But, count, is not the claim to the throne of France somewhat visionary?" I asked. "Not at all. It is founded upon right. I believe in the divine rights of kings. The practical aspect of the question is that Don Jaime will concentrate all his energies upon Spain,. He does not want a civil war and there will be' none. He is too much of a patriot to lead Spaniard against Spaniard. A dynastic crisis is at band in Spain. King Alfonso is a usurper and cannot last. The son of the Aus trian canonesB and grandson of Queen Isabella has not much Bourbon blood in his veins. The recent indignant explosion was one of out raged patriotism. Qld, feudal,. romantic Spain craves for a king who will put himself at the head of the army! King Alfonso wanting to go to Hie,front in Morocco is like William J. Bryan having been appointed to a command in the Philippines by the late President McKin ley. Good jokes, both. Spaniards are indig nant because the court of Spain is Anglicized. An English queen, English governesses. Eng lish teachers. English bringing up of royal children, English physicians, English every thing. ' "Even an English police officer was brought to Barcelona and has organized a force there for the consideration of $30,000 a year. The German emperor quarreled with his mother rather than allow the court to be Anglicized. Do you think that a nation whose Castilian pride is proverbial will stand such slights? Don Jaime will get a call and the day that call comes will find him ready. There is no Castelar in Spain to lead the republi cans. I have received numerous letters, even from our African pos sessions, all of which end with ‘Long live the king.’ “The eloquent Carl ist deputy, Mella, sends ns cheering news that the country is with us. The army loves a brave officer, the people like a twentieth century man. In the provinces of Valencia and Catalonia alone Don Jaime could raise an army of 100,000 men u is certain to sit upon the throne of his ances tors and dead glory will rise again. And now for the claimant’s strange ro mance. In appearance he' is a typical hero. Slightly abo’ve the middle height, he is dark, has a soldierly bearing, an intellectual fore head. and fine Spanish eyes, which at times flash fire and again are full of melancholy. The report spread last yoar that he was en gaged to marry Miss Moore, daughter of the late Banker Moore of Kansas City and of Mrs. Edith Crawford Moore, now of New York. What Is certain is that Don Jaime, the dash ing officer of the Russian army, fell in love with a beautiful princess, whom he met at the eouH of St. Petersburg. The empress of Rus sia favored the wooing, but Dom Carlos stamped and raged and would have none of it. The princess being a member of the Lutheran church, argued the claimant, would never do for the throne of Spain. Now that Dom Car los is dead Ihe son renews his suit. The young lady in question belongs to a junior branch of the house of Saxe-Coburg. She is a cousin of the empress of Russia. She is said to be Prin cess I-Iermine, daughter of Prince Henri of Reuss. The young lady is 22 years old and of surpassing beauty. The German emperor also looks on approvingly and as to the differ ence of religion, love will find a way. BEE FARM ON CITY ROOF. Reading, Pa., has a “bee farm,” so situated that 90 per cent, of the people in that part of town even do not know of its presence. To the busy bees all roads seem to lead to this place, for they can fly r>0 feet up in the air and still be able to r*^eh their home, without coming in contact with humanity. At the foot, of Neversink mountain, in the northwest ern section of the city, lives Julius Wagner. On the roof of his house are many bee hives. Under the window sills are a number of holes leading to a garret room, where there are many more hives and where millions of busy little workers come and go day by day, bring ing each time a little honey from some clover field, some tree that is in bloom or from other sources, thus helping Julius Wagner to con duct the most successful and novel apiary in Berks county. Mr. Wagner made his start in Reading in 1867 with one hive, according to the Phila delphia Record. To this he added hive after hive from year to year, until tot-day he has nearly two-score hives in the little garret room aiV* on the roof and as many more out in the ~^untry on the premises of friends. A Youthful Admirer. ■ Miss Ethel Barrymore's marriage * has not affected her popularity. The proof of this lies in a pretty Btory: Every night during an engagement In Boston a tiny bunch of violets was sent to her. She always left the vio lets in her dressing room, but one night she pinned the purple flowers to her belt, and the following day, when the usual fresh bouquet came to her, this scrawl June with it. "Here friend. Miss Barrymore: 1 seen you wear my vilets. so I lcno you got them. To-night looke at me, I will be in top gallery first roe in my shirt sleeves and my legs hanging over the front of the galary." Mirs Barrymore looked. Her admir er, a bootblack of 8 or 9 years, was in the place and attitude he had prom ised, and she rewarded him with a smile and a nod of recognition. Increasing the Injury*. The man who never forgives a wrong merely makes the wrong greater. HONORS WITH THE COMEDIAN - I- II — — ■■ / Deserved to Win Audience by Witty Retort Ho Mode > Unfortunate Deridjr. When a certain well-known Scotch comedian, noted for the stern repres sion of his generous Instincts, ap peared In‘a London music hall after his last American tour, he was greeted by a great uproar of wel come. Oae man waa seen crying out in an apparent delirium of pleasure, bat in a lull of the cheering his voice was heard exclaiming: “Skinflint 1 Skinflint! Skinflint!” As soon as the noise died away the comedian pointed over the audience to his critic who was looking rather sheepish at being caught "What did ye mean.” said he. "by calling me a skinflint?" “Oh, I didn't mean anything,” aald the other, "except in a—in a—in an affectionate sort of way." "1 Bee,” said the comedian. “ Tls a good thing ye didn’t hare a brick in your hand or you might hare thrown me a kiss as well." Use of Concrete In China. Concrete bouses and walls rein forced with bamboo, hare been built in the Chinese city of 8watow for more than 300 years, and some of the oldest are said to be as substantial to-day as when erected. / HELPING THE BLIND. “PImm kelp a blind man." said a tallow with green goggles, as be held a Us cup toward the line of people is suing from tbs Onion depot last eve ning. “I always help the Mind," said one. of two young men who were pass ing, and ha stopped and took out a flva-dollar bill; "can you get a quarter •at of this 7” "I guess so,” said Ahe blind mn, fishing out a handful of •hang* sad counting out $4.75. "Well, John,” said the benevolent young man's companion, as they walked on, “you’re a bigger fool than 1 took you fc> b*.” “Am I?’’ said John. "Yes, you are; that fellow’s no more blind than 1 am. How could he tell that was a fire-do liar bill?” “Blamed if I know,” said John, innocently; ‘‘but. he must be mighty near-sighted not tc see that was a souutsrfeit.” A Natural Mistake. “How is the foreign nobleman get ting along whom you are teaching English?” “Fairly well, except that he always misplaces his prepositions." “How for instance?" “He told me the'other day he in tended to marry the daughter of a rich pork packer, and then after a honeymoon trip in Europe they were coming back to live with the old man.” "That was right, wasn’t it?"' “No; to be correct, he should have said on the old man." Still Knocking. Mrs. Stubb—Just to think, John. The great polar explorer states that there are spots up in the far north where it would be impossible to open your mouth without freezing to death. Mr. Stubb—Ah, now I understand, Maria. Mrs. Stubb—Understand what? Mr. Stubb—Why it is that women never try to discover the north pole. A Hard Life. Irritated Citizen — Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, going about with that street organ, and leading such a lazy life? Street Organist—Lazy life? Why, sir, life with me is one long daily grind. DON'T Y’KNOW! He—Talking about Shackleton. I weally can’t understand wliai a feller should go pottering about in such out landish places. Ai don’t -s'pose the theaters and music halls are a bit bettah there than they are heah— what! Our Wilbur. Wilbur, flying fastest. Turning quickest, will not halt Till he has trained his aeroplane Te turn a somersault. Did Hfs Best. Passerby—Here, hoy, your dog has bitten me on the ankle. Dog Owner—Well, that's as high as he could reach. You wouldn’t expect a little pup like him to bite your neck,, would yer?—Pearson's Weekly. The Only Kind. "It would be a good idea if brains could be gone over and renovated now and then.” “If that were possible, some brains would have to be renovated with a vacuum cleaner." A Recollection. "Did it take you long to learn the college yell?” "No, indeed. I yelled the first night the sophomores got me.” / “ — Associated Profits. “Is he a good player?" “Well, when he handles poker, you just ought to see him shovel in the money.” Just as Well. “Statistics show that Japan has two earthquakes a day.” “Gee, a man might as well be mar ried as to live In Japan!” Rapid Work. "Twister, the celebrated contortion ist, has made a new record." “What is it?” “Twenty knots an hour.” Nothing in It. She—I hear you contemplate be coming an aeronaut? He—You have been misinformed. I Intend to remain an aero cipher. Cause and Effect. “I don't believe that girl's smile comes from her heart.” "It doesn’t; it comes from her new cold tooth.” Where He Was Slow. “I -fear that he is a very fast young man.” “You are wrong, he is the slowest young man I have ever known.” “I am glad to hear you say that; he Is paying attention to niy daughter and I confess I was worried. You know him well?” “I’m his tailor.” \ A Sure Sign.. City Visitor—How do you know this i red Is n dogwood 7 Suburbanite—I can tell by Its bark. A WOMANS NO. When (trot I asked her /or a kirn She was a tiny little miss. A las* of «ve or so. I knelt a ad tied her dainty slioa, I And then demanded as my dus A kiss. She answered "No!” { CTwas Hfteen yeses ago * When neat I attced her for a kiss. It did not seem at ail amiss • To see the ruddy glow That spread across her dimplad fata. And added doable to her grace. But still she answered "No!’.' (That was tiro yens ago.)' Lest night ones more I begged a kiss And pictured ts myself the bliss, And still oho answered "No!" But breathpd (could I believe my tanl One sentence that dispelled nay feara: ‘"Oh. dear! but you are slow!" (That was one sight ago.) —Sam S. Stinson. (n Now York Times. FAILED TO NOTE CHANGE. • . //> “Since Mabel has been in love her y> head is completely turned.” “Gracious, I hadn’t noticed that she has been bleaching.” At the Banquet. He rose and told His brightest joke; The papers said: w "Smith also spoke.” A Question of Taste. •» “You are sure this was moonshine T whisky?" said the investigator. “Y'es.” answered the man from Ten nessee. "Did you taste it?” “Taste it? No. I swallowed a 1K tle. You don’t taste it any more than you'd taste a hornet if you accidental ly bit one. You just know it's there.? A Steady Job. “Peculiar thing about women, isn’t it?” said the benedict. "What’s peculiar about them?” queried the innocent bachelor. “Why,” explained the other, "after a woman gets married she wonders three times a day as long as sha live* what to get for the next meal.” Taking after Pa. Stranger—Gracious! What a queer baby! It seems he'd rather be under the carriage than in it. Nurse—Yes, ma'am. You see, his father is an automobile crank and the baby thinks be is fixing a machine when he crawls under the carriage. How It Happened. “I see where a Frenchman woe as automobile race by a neck.” “Shucks! You must be thinking about a horse race.” “Nothing of the kind. The Frenak man was the only driver entered wh» didn't break his neck.” Lofty Scorn. “f suppose after giving Elsie a good 'j lecture on her outrageous flirting, yo« I found her a regular valley of humilra- ' tion." “Not much I didn’t. She waa gi«r« in a state of mountainous pique " AS IT WILL BE. The Suffragette—An is. this my ballot? The Election Judge—Yes. ma'am; that’s it. The Suffragette—Where’s the bouse aold pag? and the comic supplement? The Fate of Mary's Lamb. Mary bad a little lamb. But beef went up so high She had to aacriflce her pe: And live on mutton pie! The Kind to Expect. “So the aeronaut you were telling ne about got into trouble?'" “Yes; he was in what-you might ;all soar straights." Usually High. Little Willie (reading)—Say, pa', chat does “peace at any price’* mean" Pa—It invariably means peace at a ligh price, my son. The Secret Out. “What," asked the dreamer, “i# the easiest way to get money?" * ’ “Inherit it," replied the matter of 'act person. Foolish Worry. “Captain, is there no way in whieh V j :he ship may be saved?" J “None at all, sir, we are geing to ”\ he bottom, but I should not worry ibout the ship, sir, if I were you_she s fully insured. You’d better find a ife belL” 80 What’s the Use? “Drift Armstrong says that women X ire never content to go like nature 1»- / ended them to.” f "The police wouldn’t let then fit hey were.”