The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-05
PETS OF 4 PRINCESS.
,,rp LOVE AND CARE FOR HER
DOGS


srec,ol Cor. Of the Pitts5'ug Dispatch.
1oxDo1. Dec. 81 spent few hours at
So,d,ingham two weeks ago and take this
arr.ortunitv ''to void the stufting of my
,.ayel-scrin." I am not going to trouble
,ou with any guide-book details; in fact,
nfess delightful ignorance as to the his
.orv If the estate that the nation bought
for the future King o. Great Britain aud
,sossiblv) Ireland. The bear gardens and
,o,mmies. the hunting trophies from India,
~, rictrlres and rare bits of bric-a-brac
,,,av refer to another time. At present it
right be as well to loaf for Il half hour i'll
the Princess boudoir.
BE it known that it is as easy for rich
man to go through a caners eye as for the
ipcuisitive to enter Sandringham. 1t is not
a show place. 1t is The "home" of the
9,ioce OF Wales--the little fat, red, bald
..evnectancy and rose of the fair State 1t
!. lodged about with all the buckram seclu
sion ri a bourgeois home. There are merry
doings there now and again, when the
Princes cronieS gather, but the world only
,,llesses it from stilted two-line announce
nent in "a court paper"
One might gather an idea of the Princes
foGdness for horse play OF the school-boy
sort from the descriptions published year
~, 50 ago of the supper party at which Mrs.
7 ouotry cooled Oft her fat adnlirer by drop
Mn, broken ice down his august back. An
Instance. too, occurred at SandTingham a
COW months ago. the avenue leading 10 the
north entrance was lin with carved,
Granite balls, set a few feet apart. One
ri ht Albert and half dozen of his larkish
companions rolled them into the roadway,
Eeaped them up, placed six or seven TASKS
Of powder in the pile, laid train aud then
retreated TO q safe distance and fired the
ere cker.
II made a lovely noise. So they grinned
and vent in and ce 9brated the brilliant ex-
nloit The next day--'by order of the
Princess the remaining stones were carried
of ard now the green grass is CROWN over
al.
The wife of the postmaster at the village
was formerly head housemaid at the hall.
She is a pleasant, cosby old woman, and
through her good offices l was admitted to
the apartments where royalty sleeps and
yawns and bathes and breakfasts.
WHERE ROYALTY sLUMBERS.
From the reception hall broad, oaken
staircase. with magnificently carved balus-
trades leads to a wide balcony above The
stairs are carpeted with deep blue velvet
soft and thick as mOss-the balcony runs at
three sides of the room and affords a pleas
ant view of the hail beneath, where by the
wav, the dances take place. From the head
of the staircase a long corridor slantS away
to the left. A few steps from the corner Is
the Princess's boudoir. Take the shoes off
your feet and hand them to the turnkey
IT'S the holy of snobbish holes; enter-but
hold your handkerchief to your nose. For
there is an odor-a mixed, pungent odor,
limiting neither of patchoui nor crushed
hvacinth. In fact, one is inclined to be-
jieve that he has wandered into dog fam
Cer's shop instead of lady's boudoir.
Peculiar odor, is it not3o | suggested to
the trim housenaid who showed me through
the upper rooms. Nice girl. Very
You see, sir, the Princess only left yes
terday,n she replied.
| did not know but that the odor might
be peculiar to royalty-my acquaintance
with princesses is limited-so | wisely said
nothing more, but pondered much.
The boudoir is a ''whlmslcally spacious
ROOM" to use a phrase patented by Henry
James.
The windows, fronting the full south, look
out over a stretch of park and meadow.
The prevailing tint of the room is what
decorators call, I believe, "broken white"-
a sort Of sallow ivory hue. This is bright
ened by touches of gold. On the circular
panel of the ceiling wanton swarm of
Y,
grays and pinks. The wall panels are of
pale pinA g1lu effect is very pretty al
though & tAa COLI The chilly impression
sne received a.. heightened by the fact that
since the Princess departure the furniture
had been draped in white linen. One could
distinguish the outlines of an upright piano
and an odd, low escritoire of the Louis XIV.
pattern. The chairs and tables were light
and graceful, but did not hint at comfort.
however.
with quaint carved legs and padded arms.
looked at my guide and sat down-rev-
erently but firmly
YES" she said: cher favorite chair"
There were no pictures on the walls save
steel engravings and etchings, and these
were all of dogs, horses, deer, cats, birds
and other animals Landseer was gener-
ously represented, and so was Rosa Bonheur.
One of the daintiest bits / noticed was an
etching of a Gerald Dow-a bibulous old
man scolding shaggy dog.
PRETTY SURROUNDINGS.
''This way, sir" says my guide, opening
door to the left. Before follow her, how
ever. glance for a moment through the
window A pleasant glimpse of park land,
broken by interlacing circles OF flower beds.
Further on the woodland rises dark and
close. Beyond this, though one cannot see
il, flows the river Wash. and few miles
iui Ouoi lLS oSd IOeIo OlO DAoSh 0J
coast rocks.
Among the trees one sees the chapel. One
OF the little prncelets lies buried there, be-
meath graceful white tomb. There is a
bust there, too, of the Duke of Albany, who
was by far the cieverest Of Victoria's child
rem. He was an excellent musician and a
well-read, intelligent fellow.
But this way, sir, :" the housemaid repeats.
She pushes the door wide open and leads
the way.
Her bedchamber. Not the little house
maids. of course, but royalty's bedchaml er,
where the Countess of Chester, Duchess OF
Cornwall, Princess of Wales, ETC., etc, hes
down to sleep with all her titles wrapped
about her
Here is the bed. clothed in white linen,
mystic, wonderful" Yonder is the white
marble fireplace, with the dead ashes still
undisturbed. The chairs are tipped against
the walls and covered with dust-cloths- The
wallsa are chintz-covered-a dull gray. picked
out with whimsical, pink bird scrolls. Ihe
carpet is the same in tone.
The shrouded furniture, the blank fire
place, the pale walls, give one very chilly
impression. One involuntarily looks over
his shoulder to see if the ghost OF deceased
marital happiness is chattering i'll the cor
ner. 1t is a cold, co!orless room, negatively
pretty. BY no means the room one would
have pictured the Princess in--draw1ng on
her nightcap and smuggling thepillows down
under her royal shoulders.