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Revealing the
the Snake, and the Interesting Contrasts
in the First and Latest Romances of
"Baby Paul" Elinor Glyn's Famous Hero
FINCE PAtJL DB OLAIRMONT
1b the real hero of Elinor
Glyn'B famous "Three WeekB."
Prince do Clalrmont, who is now in
New York, where he has had trouble
some experiences equally aa thrilling
as those which occured to him In
London, vowa that he is the hero.
Ho Bays that Mrs. Olyn ran across
his story, submitted the proofs of
the novel to him, and that ho was
forced to cut out a number of pass
ages to humanity's irrevocable loss.
You are Introduced to Princo Paul
do Clalrmont because he is going to
tot mawicd. This fact has already
been mentioned in the newspapers,
but tho extraordinary difference be
tween the love making in "Three
Weeks" and this last romance has
not been mentioned, nor have the
Interesting facts contained in this
article and secured from the Prince
do Oiairniont anil Miss Elizabeth
DURKT.
Ms Elizabeth Golden who, Though So Different rroaa
. Heroine of "Three Weeks," Will Marry "Three
Weeks" Hero.
Golden, hla fiancee, been told.
Instead of a Three Week's queen,
Paul's cholco has fallen upon a sim
ple Yankee spinster, old enough to
be bis mother she is fifty-four, ho
Ja twenty-seven.
The heroine of tbe febrile novel
was a Slav. The woman the romance
tossed (Paul Is to marry is from
Haverhill, Mass., and lived there un
til eight years ago. Thereafter she
dwelt in Boston, for it was only a
year ago that she ventured as far as
New Yorlc
The romance of the book was un
selfish, hazardous, Impetuous. The
last ono of its heroes culminates in
his own cool, cigarette-illumined
statement: "She has been very gen
Brous in her settlements to me. I
receive $25,000 a year and a lump
mm of $30,000."
The Queen in the book: desires an
heir to hsr throne. The present
oerolne admitB that her great ambi
tion IS to he presented, to the English
Court, and that she also likes the
Idea of a title, and both privileges
her ' bridegroom-to-be hns promised
her. . .
Miss Golden is the last of tbe
Golden family. Her father, Patrlr'
Golden, made a fortune in real ests
Hiss Golden, despite her fortu
fcas killed time for years by work
In a millinery establishment becau
aha liked that form of art It is not
bn record that tho Three Weeks'
nueea over trimmed a bat
The Queen was married to a King,
and worry about wealth didn't enter
nto her existence. Miss Golden haa
long been suspicious of fortune
hunters. John Ryan, a dry goods
store superintendent was jilted af
ter an engagement of several months
because, she declared, be didn't 1070
her, but was seeking capital with
which to bMdn business toe himself.
TYfT'TT'D r VTT TP AM
Writhing, Loving "Isabella,
How interesting will be this inter
esting pairl Tho Prince do Clair
ment, it nothing else la a cosmopo
lite. Miss Golden, of Havorhlllt
Mass., is NOT.
And then there U ltobcllat
At Haverhill, when not trimming
hats, Miss Golden was a gentle
minister to roses, hollyhocks and
shrinking violets in her garden. The
other parts of her llfo were not filled
In with glittering dances and hob
nobbing with nobility, ambassadors,
mondalnes and deml-mondalnes, as
has been the life of Do Clalrmont.
Instead she brought comfort and
peaco to many a home that housod
Illness and poverty. Her house at
Haverhill was furnished with tho
usually distressing New England
severity. She has never seen the
Tango t
On tho other hand the Prince de
Clalrmont's apartment might have
Prince Paul d e Qaremont, "Baby
stiNslMll
Copyright. 191S. by
been transported directly from Paris.
Thoro is no Now England simplicity
there. Every article speaks of the
complex tastes of the French man
of the world.
Prince de Clalrmont greeted the
Interviewer with courtly courtesy.
On one side was a beautiful Louis
XIV. bed.
"Pardon me a moment," said the
Prlnco, "I am afraid that Isabella Is
suffering." He strolled to the hed.
Horrors! Who waB Isabella?
What had the Interviewer discovered
that might conceivably stop tho
course of the Golden romance Had
she discovered anything?
Yes, Indeed, Isabella was far
worse than ehe could have ever ex
pected I Prince Paul went to tho
Paul" of the Book, in Cunnin
the Star Company. Great Britain Rights
bed, and patted tho pillow affec
tionately. "Como forth, Isabella, my darling,"
he said.
But where was Isabella?
Prince Paul lifted the
pillow. There, curled
under the pillow' wa
a six-foot enake.
'Come, forth, Isa
bella, my darling," he
said.
"This!" eald Prince
Paul ceremoniously, "is
my darling Isabella."
The Prlnco lifted Isa
bella from the bed, and,
seating himself upon an
excellent Louis XV.
chair, placed Isabella
upon his knee.
The intervlower sat
in frozen terror.
"So, this is Isabella,"
ehe at last found tho
strength to murmur, In
the classic phrases of
Mayor Gaynor on being
introduced to Tammauy
Hall. Isabella prompt
ly shot up her length
with disconcerting swift
ness. It seemed as
though she would never
itop growing. She placed
her flat bead upon
Prince Paul's cheek and
kissed him rapturously
with her little pointed
red tongue.
"Yes, this Is Isabella.
She Is so charming. I
lovo enakes. Some peo
ple love cats, but I find
tbe Bnako bo wonderful
ly congenial and feml
Inlne. You sec, I havo
removed her poison sacs,
which," said the Prince,
sagely, "you cannot al
ways do with women."
Costume,
narva.
"But will Miss Golden llko her as
well as cats?" said the Interviewer.
"What I admire about Miss Goldon
1b that she comes to my point of
view so quickly. She will accept
Isabella as she doos all my other
personal fanclos," said tho Prlnco.
Ho caressed Isabella reflectively.
"Mrs. Glyn and I have been friends
for a long tlmo," ho said. "Charm
ing woman and very talented. She
got the story by being on the scone
when it took place.
"The queen's beauty and the scenes
of the story are correct Bulllo Boy.
the dog, was my own Pike. I must
say, however, that the tiger skin
was exaggerated out of Its true Im
portance. Kor one thing, I didn't buy
It It was In the hotel rooms. And
the tlmo consumed by the romance
was not three weoks but three
months.
"I knew and
namo was Marie.
loved her. Her
I called her Queen
Marie. Tbe romance
was very
sweet and sad and final."
Tho Prince sighed and Isabella
beat tho air with her talL
"I was born In Russia. My father
was Admiral of the British Navy,
Paul Preston Arnott," be said, ''a
great trlond of the late King Edward.
This cabuchon sapphire I am wearing
was given to him by the King. My
mother was tho Princess Blanche do
Clalrmont of Russia. On my father's
side I am a cousin, once removed, of
tho Duke of Norfolk. I am a
widower. Seven years ago I mar
ried a Spanish lady, She Is dead. I
hayo a little daughter who Is In Eng
land. "But Miss Golden, ah, Miss Golden)
We met at tho Waldorf-Astoria
Hotel at a dinner," he saldi " I was
Introduced to her by a fellow guest.
I admired her bocause she was so
different from tho other women. She
was dressed In something black.
"Ob, yes, it was quite leisurely,
Nothlnsr like Threa Weeka Man
women, many woolngs, you know.
Miss Golden rcfusod me at first be
cause she said I should marry a
titled woman. 'You should marry a
PrlncosB,' she said, and for tho first
time we differed.
"The second tlmo I waa able to
convlnco her that she was mistaken
She has honored me and wo will
bo married early in September at
the Cathedral. An Archbishop will
perform the ceremony and my wlfo
will travel with me with the sketch
'The Vendetta,' which I havo written
and will present, with my classical
dances this season.
"Eventually we will return to
London to live. I will opon my
house there. That Is necessary in
order to be presented at court, as I
havo promised Miss Golden.
"Tho disparity in our ages? Yes,
I've considered that. It Is of no con
sequonce If sho looks older. I admlro
older women myself. I have always
admired them. Tha older woman
can guide a man's career out of tho
shoals.
"Miss Golden Is beautiful simpli
city ltaolf," Bmlled "Baby Paul.' "She
has been here a year and has given
away thirty thousand dollars. Every
one who asked got
"Would you like Isabella to kiss
you good-by?" asked the Prince.
Miss Elizabeth Golden, In her
home on Madison avenue, looked
happy. The Prince had said she was
happy. Ono wondered whether she
knew of Isabella and what sho would
say. But sho lookod so happy, one
hadn't the heart to ask.
"I mot him at a dinner at the
Waldorf-Astoria," sho said. "I ad
mired him at once, Ho looked so
Innocent and lonesome. I suppose
he thought I looked lonesome, too.
Wo saw each other quite often after
that and he proposed, I told him
to wait and think it over. Then
something happened and I did not
"One had a swift
vision of the
Prince sleeping
placidly with
his darling1 pot
raising op Its
whole dreadful
length and tho
Haverhill spin
ster, now tho
Princess do
Clalrmont,
peeping in hor
ror around tho.
door! Isabella
would - surely
seem to her to
tou;h tbe ceLU
seo him for several months. la the
meantimo I had moved. Ho found
me hero and again ho proposed
This tlmo I accepted."
The "something" at mention of
which Miss Goldon winced, was the
enforced stay of tho "Baby Paul" of
"Thre.o Weeks" in tho Tombs in New
York.
He had been charged by a woman
with stealing her watch. The Prince
stayed In the Tombs because he could
not get ball. The first jury dis
agreed; the second said "Not guilty,"
"I don't know much about it. but
I know be Is a. noble young man and
wouldn't da anything dreadful at alt
It was a cruel, frightful mistake."
The scrap of newspaper that re
called tho ignominious event flut
tered to her feet Tears gathered
in her eyes.
"It is awful," sho breathed, la a
hushed little voice. "What will my
family think? I lived qulotty at home
all my life until my mother died,
eight y.ears ago. I've given my life
to charities. I've novor had my
name in the paper except in lists of
ladles In charge of bazaars and such,
things before."
She crossed her hands In a helpless,
hopeless movement The flash oi
an emerald on her third finger, re
stored hor courage.
"That has been in the De Clair
mont family for threo hundred
years," she said. "All the brldei
wear it He told me so."
Aa she sat there, spinster of fifty
four, from Haverhill, Mass., th
thought of Isabella would not down,
What would she do about Isabella
Isabella under the pillow? One had
a swift vision of the Prince bleeping
placidly with his darling pet raising
up Its whoje dreadful length and tho
Haverhill spinster, now Princess de
Clalrmont, peeping in horror around
the doort
It all seemed, Indeed, eo different
from "Threo wev-
