Arizona weekly citizen., 1891-01-17

the Social Scale Due to Romantic Attachment. The old woman who plays the hand organ at the corner of Ninth and Vine streets has a history, according to the Philadelphia correspondent of the Chi cago Times. ''I was born," she said, "on
 the 4th day of August, 1877, in Werin- land, Sweden, and am now, you see, seventy-three years of age. My name
 is Anna Svenson. That is not my full
 name, but is enough and will do. Our family name was well known in Sweden, | and also in Russia; in fact, our family is Russian.
 ''In the time of Catherine our family ! estates were of the largest held by the
 nobility. My mother was direct de-
 scendant of the Vasa dynasty. I never knew her, as she died when was born. You see that on my mothers side am of royal lineage, and on my fathers side l descended from the proudest of Rus sian aristocracy. My father was proud man, morOse and stern in the extreme. The soldiers in their summer camp at Visby, whom he commanded, would often
  offense.
 ''I remember little of Werinland, for as a child my time was passed in the school at Stockholm, and as young lady I was at court more than anywhere else. When l was twenty years old we were at our Stockholm home, and daily in attendance at the palace, or at Drott- ningholm- was the especial favorite. of Princess Eugenie. was constantly her companion. She loved me and spoke to me as think my mother would have done. There was at court at that time nobleman named Baron Phegren, of high rank, but as poor as heygar> He had a son Carl, Captain in the navy, whom l had met at court balls and receptions. | Carl and 1 during that summer met very | often. We walked and talked and | rowed together until I found that I \ loved him.
 | ''Princess Eugenie said to me one days \ 'Ah, my dear, this love of Carls will give you trouble some day. I smiled at
 her, but thought nothing of 1t. But one
 day at Drottningholm Carl told me that
 he would at once speak to my father.
 hated that, but said: Yes, do so,' and
 he went away happy. Poor Carl! I don't know what passed between him and my | father, but on the next evening my | father sent for me to come in the libra | ". I went there; he was tall, cold, stern; man of iron. So, so, my little Countess, he laughed, you love Carl, do you? We'll, we'll, I'll soon stop that and then he began to tell me how poor Carl was, that he wanted simply my money, that he was a drinking man, a bad man. Ohl how that night comes back to me.
 'I never said a word in answers
 simply stood there trembling from head to foot. At length my father stopped
 and putting his hand heavily on my
 shoulder he said: Co to your roops you shall never marry Carl Phegren, never Carl met me the next day in the garden He was haggard and pale. You know all, he said, and then, with out waiting for an answer, he urged me to leave Sweden-tO go with him to America to build little home there in the land of the free. I would not I could not. I respected my father. I did not want him to curse me. Then Carl left me and never saw him again A few days afterward they found him on the beach at Waxholm dead, with a bullet in his heart. They never knew whether he killed himself or was mur- dered.
 II lived on. I was alone, that was alL One day father told me I was to marry. He had husband for me. I refused to obey him; then, in his passion, he struck me, and as I lay on the ground he told me he would kill me as he did Carl He stopped as he said that and then quietly, with white, drawn face, he leftme alone. |, My father was murdereri
 ''I left the house that night and Sweden shortly afterward; first went to London and then I came to this country. I saw notices about my strange, disappearance iu the papers, but | wanted only to die. I went through, your rebellion as nurse in the South. Then I wandered from one place to an ther, and l descended still lower and lower in the social scale, until now I am what you see me.
 Little do the people who give me a cent for my poor organ music think that once l was a belle of the old worlds nobility; that danced with Kings, and that the blood of Vasa is running in my veins"