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Werner, the ex-Policcman, in the Soldierly
Equestrian Attitude that Won Heiress
Morosini's Heart.
And the Uncommon
Devices She Is
Using to Keep Him
Away from Her
When the Unique
Experiment Failed
M
RS. GIULIA MOROSINI-WER-
NER, of New York, has de
clared her half-mllllon-dollar
estate in a state of siege, hns
equipped her mansion with n search
light that at night sweeps the sur
rounding country like a battleship,
and with all tho chores being dono
by a corps of .detectives, is sitting
back waiting for tho worst.
The worst she is awaiting Is to
have her husband ex-Policeman Ar
thur W. Werner outwit tho garrison
and como hack.
Mrs. Morosinl-Werncr Is the favor
ite daughter of the late Giovanni Mo
Toslnl, the Italian banker who linked
his fortuuos with Jay Gould and ac
cumulated upwards of seven million
dollars by ddlng so. When he died
he left Miss Glulia five millions, of
the seven.
Tho Moroslnl estate, known as
"Elmhurst," Is located at Rlverdale-on-the-Hudson,
just below the north
ernmost limits of New York City, and
is one of the show-places of the coun
try. Its collection of armor and curios
has been envied by connoisseurs from
every corner of the world. Tho value
of the precious stones contained in
the treasures has been estimated at
over $400,000.
Miss Glulia was educated in a con
vent. One of her sisters had eloped
with a coachman; ono other brothers
had married Mary Caroline Washing
ton Bond, a great-great-granddnugter
of a relative of George Washington
a marriage which was strongly op
posed by the Italian banker because
the bride was a Protestant. The old
man determined that Glulia shouldn't
marry at all. He kept the most vig
orous watch of all her movements,
personally attending her on every
possible occasion. Ho gave her ev
erything in the world but freedom to
meet the opposite sex.
Miss Glulia was a lover of horses
and dresses. .She had a stable of
blue-blooded animals and spent $200,
000 a year on clothes.
Enter now Mounted Policeman Ar
thur W. Wprner, whose rounds took
In the Rlverdale estate.
Mounted on his beautiful horse,
"Mr. Jones," tho giant policeman, ex
pert horteman as he was, made a vivid
impression on the carefully nurture-!,
man-starved heiress, nnd frequently
put Mr. Jones through his paces for
her edification.
Quite suddeuly Werner resigned
from tho police force and was ap
pointed superintendent of Elmhurst
by Mr. Moroslnl nt an annual salary
of $10,000. Needless to say, the old
banker had no suspicion nt tho time
that there was any danger of the ex
pollceman awakening the slumbering
love of his favorite daughter. Be
bides, Werner already had a wife!
The father died. The bulk of his
estate was left to his favorite daugh
ter. Very soon after the period of
Imournlng was i or, to tho great as
tonishment of society, Miss Moroslnl
appeared in public with Arthur Wor
ner, the ex-pollceman, as her escort.
On January 12, 1011, they were mar
ried. And now begins the real slory.
"Yes, he Is very handsome and very
strong; but, my dear, how will you
ever tame him?'
The heauMful brunet'e the br tl
of a week, fookel enderly aftrr the
giant-like figure riding down the
green slopes of the estate he had
married when he married her, and
eald: "Everything is possible where
love Is. You will see."
Tho next day Mrs. Arthur Werner
paid her first visit to tho shops since
her wedding day. Although she had
changed her name from that of Glu
lia Moroslnl, the cliango of name
mado no difference Inthe credit of
the woman to whom her father, the
old banker and follower of Garibaldi,
had left live million dollars.
"MubIc hath charms to soothe tho
savage breast," she whispered with
tho ecstatic smile of ono for whom
tho honeymoon is shining.
True, this glant-Hke man Bhe had
married was taller than most men
six feet two inches in height and
with a corresponding girth nnd
weight True, ho had made love In
a roar rather than a voice. Admit
tedly he demanded whatever ho
wanted. He did not ask. He didn't
even remember to say "Thank you"
for services performed nnd favors
rendered.
But despite these trltles she had
married what every woman well,
nearly every one wnnted, n splendid
creature whom J. M. Barrle charac
terized as "a masterful man." Every
woman nearly every woman, she did
not wish to be different wants u
master. In her heart every feminine
being seeks a cave mun. Well, she
had him. Now, what should she do
with him? The words of her friend
recurred to her. "Tame hlra?" Cer
tainly she would and could. Nothing
Is Impossible to a bride.
Tho brldo reached the exclusive de
partment store; she went straight to
tho music dopartment. "Show mu
some music boxes." she said. "I've
read of them. Some made especially
for gentlemen." She blushed.
A cigar box that played an aria
from 'II Trovntoro" every time you
opened It? Yes, the very thing. Were
there not other articles of like nature?
A hair brush contained nn odd device
that set- u grand opora duet in mo
tion whenevor It was used. The bride
was charmed.
A clothos brush of the same sort?
They had none in stock, but they
would order one. Yes, It should bo
ready within ten days. So It hap
pened that while the honeymoon at 111
shone every room In the mansion
was equipped with music. Like any
hero of a melodrama, her bride
groom's entrance Into a room was ac
companied by music. Fondly she
watched and waited for results. Had
they not established u music cure at
Ward's Island for the insane? Then
without doubt tho Influence of Bweet
sounds would affect for the better the
too strong personality for her "cave
man." She nccompanlod hor giant to tin
shops of tho best tailors. When ho
thought they had "bought enough
duds," she replied: "Dearest, we have
Just begun." To Elmhurst by every
express cumc boxes containing fine
raiment for the ex-policeman and ex
superintendent of the estate, who had
evolved Into tho state of husband of
one of the richest young women In
New York, He counted his suits until
after the number reached fifty Theu
he gave It up. He had the same num
ber of suits of hllu underwear. Ills
rajamus were In number l!ke 'ho
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1 sands of the sea, and In colorB aa
magnificent nB the rainbow.
Pictures? Every one knows that
they develop tho tnste and encourage
the intellectual life. Tho Moroslnl
homo was crowded with works of art.
The bride led her lord Into tho gal
lery tilled with old Italian masters.
Books? The library nt Elmhurst
overflowed with tho classics. She
tried reading to him from the poets.
In tho midst of a translation of
Dante's "Inferno" ho got up, yawned,
open-faced, and tramped out of the
room. Ills wife peered out of the
curtains of Itnllan silk, saw him walk
up and down the plazzn, gazing at
the sky.
"Love of nature Is refining." o
she comforted herself. "Wo iuut
take up the study of astronomy to
gether." It was a bit disconcerting to hear
a whistle, to see her husband go to
the barn where, following him in her
thousand-dollar evening gown nnd In
diamond-buckled slippers that were
ruined by the dew, sho found him
playing poker with a policeman. She
ran sobbing back to the house. That
night they had their first quarrel,
"Drop your policemen friends," said
the flve-mllllon-dollnr heiress.
But he responded In cave language.
As good wives do, Mrs. Werner for
gave him and tried to forget.
"He Is so lonesome, poor dear," she
reflected. "I will provide hlra society
of n more elevating type."
Sad to state, they were not a suc
cess. Hut what whs more dispiriting was
tho fact that her husband manifested
more and more of a disposition to
take his gallops across the hills over
looking the Hudson nlone.
She visited the Burns Detective
Agency nnd asked that a man be de
, tailed to learn the secret of her hus
band's solitary rides. Sho engaged
him ns an employee on the estate.
Her husband disliked him and threat
ened to discharge him.
"I think you will like him when
you know him," was her suave repi
"Why don't you get acquainted with
him. dear. Play poker with him."
The Burns man lost so frequently
and good-naturedly to Werner that
he was allowed to remain. From to!
oration Werner's feeling grow to Ilk
lng. He even asked the amiable
poker player to accompany him on
his rlde. They took him, it Is al
leged, to a pleasant houo at New
Rochelle. Their hostess on these calls
was Miss Alice Redding, who had
been Arthur Worner'H wife while he
was n mounted policeman.
Tho first Mrs. Werner, the detec
tives told the second Mrs. Werner,
hud a stable, and in that stable was
a saddle horse. Sho owned a tour
ing car, and kept three servants.
She entertained at smart parties,
She went frequently to the the
atres. She wore handsome gowns.
She made a point of riding past the
Elmhurst estate now and then, and
on these occasions wore a riding1
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Diagrammatic view of the Moroslnl mansion as it is now. De
tectlves everywhere, nnd every servant a trained detective,
all bent upon keeping the heiress's ex-pollccman husband
out. (A) Shows Innocent visitor being Interrogated by de
tectives In guise of gardeners. Figures in the looms de
tectives. Crosses in circles indicate dctcctaphoties. Even
the man who tends the incubator is a detective. And while
the figure with the spy glass in the roof may seem strained,
it is not. (iuards(arc stationed all about the lawns to ob
serve the surrounding country, and the mansion has been
equipped with a searchlight.
chief of the army of detectives. To
be prepared against Woruer'g return,
practically military precautions wero
taken.
The estate was surrounded by de
lectlvcs. An army of fifty plain
clothes men guarded the estate. There
wna n clean sweep of the. servants.
Tho butlor, whoso loyalty to his mis
tress had been doubted, wna roplaced
by u butler from the detective agency.
The gardener nnd his assistants wero
detectives.
Elmhurst Is a large estate. Its full
complement of servants consists of a
house force of eleven nnd thirty for
the grounds and stables.. Versatlla
men woro sent to fill every position
and have capably filled them nil.
W. J. Burns has seen the advisability
of having his" men trained In such
occupations to maintain their stale
of Incognito.
Tho only way to koep It up and
allay the fears of tho heiress wlf
was to have tho work done by detec
tives. For lis thorough maintenance
It was even necessary to hnvo a de
tective In charge of the chicken Incu
bator and another to milk the cows.
Dictagraphs were placed In all the
rooms to record the words of fleeing
servants and suspicious visitors.
On the night when Werner returned
to secure his princely wardrobe and
other personal effects n big searchlight
flashed full In ills face, nearly blind
ing him. His former poker partner
challenged him with "Who gue
there?" A half dozen determined
looking men stood nt the back of
their commander-in-chief. It was
evident from their casual placing of
their hands upon their pockets that
they were nrnied.
In view of all this and the nowly
Installed searchlight that followed
him up the green terrace and to tho
side door of tho red brick mansion,
the ex-pol Iceman's manners were most
commendable. They almost conform
ed to his wife's high standards.
He neither stormed nor bullied as he
made his way to his own apartments
and began his packing. The packing
done, ho walked imlctly out, depart
ing from the house that should know
him no more, without a sound. He
wns really dignified.
The heiress had triumphed. She
had at last tamed Ijer caveman.
that of tho second Mrs.
Werner. Her teeth were
Attendod to by the Moro
slnl dentist. When Bhe
was 111 tho Moroslnl phy
sician administered to
her. It was annoying,
but still endurable.
Tho heiress wept. Then
sho ncciiBOd tho detec
tive of being untruthful.
At last sho decided to
seo for herself.
What followed proves
that no mero caveman
can ever successfully
cono with tho subtlety
of woman, especially of
an heiress with centuries of edu
cation In the arts at her command.
Mrs. Werner provod her possession
of Initiative. Also of subtlety. Also
of tact and unbcllevnblo self-control.
She vanished for a few days from
Elmhurst. Sho had gone to New Ro
chollo disguised as a cook to verify
for herself somo of what she had
been told. Close upon that visit
Mrs. Werner visited her lawyers In
New York. Returning from that all
day conference she wrote her hus
band a note telling him she knew the
secrets of tho visits to New Rochelle.
"I have engaged lnwyers to bring still
to annul our marriage, on tho
ground that. It was never legal. You
may go back to the wife from whom
It now seems you wero never really
divorced," she said.
Thereupon it was proven that none
of her threo years' education ut the
cavemun had been successful. Not
even had bo learned tho rudiment
that one must never make a scene.
He called all the servants together.
He bent for hla wife.
"Did you write this note?" he said,
waving It in her face.
"Yes," she answered.
That was a painful scene.
Terrified, the heiress prepared her
fortress for a stute of siege.
"Drop the portcullis!" sho would
have cried in another time and place.
in this ago nnd at Elmhurst she tele
phoned for an army of detectives.
The detective who had discovered
the situation at New Rochelle was
rewarded by being placed In charge
of the estate. Not only was lie
made overseer, but commander In
Our Drinks 'Memory' Cocktails
A RECENT Investigation that
has been mado by one of
tho large coffee growers of
Porto Rico Into tho taste or coffee
after Its preparation for breakfast
has brought to light a numbor or
curious facts about taste.
Foremost among these is the
knowledge that tho actual beverage
being drunk is soldom beiug tasted.
Memory plays so largo a share In
taste that, unless our attention Is
called to the drink that is before us,
wo are generally unconscious of Its
character.
Thus, for example, It a man Is
firmly convinced that his wife In
variably makes good coffeo, he will
seldom question the tastefulness of
his cup at breakfast. On the other
hand, If he Is drinking coffee made
by some one else, ho compares that,
not with the coffee made by his
wife, but the general Idealised con
rentlnn ha has farmed of his wlfa's
Mrs. Glulia Morosini-Werner In a Militant Costumo and Attitude Be- brew,nK
'Utlnsr the Defense She Is Conducting ' order to taste a beverage that
is being drunk It Is necessary for
the mind suddenly to stimulate the
organs of sonsatton of taste, and
this very mental stimulation brings
the forces of memory to bear on the
situation.
If tho drink be something entirely
new, comparisons are immediately
Instituted between the drink Itself
and the memory of the former
drinks; though comparison with
the former drinks themselves is im
possible. So closely, Indeed, are our
Ideas interlinked that memories U
former delectable nectars may b
keenly recalled on account of spe
cial occasions of rejoicing coupled
with them.
It is for this roason that medicine
usually tastes so nasty, not bocauie
all medicine is necessarily bad-tast-.
ing, but because even the least ob
jectionable recalls to the mind som
other mixture nauseous In the ex
treme. What we taste when we drink
therefore. Is, as a matter of fact, only
a "cnemory-' cocktail,
