Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1899-07-20
EGYPT'S ROYAL PRINCE
Falls in Love With an American
Beauty, Miss Randolph.

Falls in Love With an American
Beauty, Miss Randolph.
There is one glory of the sun and
another glory of the moon, but the
face of royalty is clouded by a woe.
Mehemet Ali Bey, brother to the khe-
dive of Egypt, has been flouted in his
love, and there is no health in him.
The woe of Mehemet Ali is that he
flies too high. One woman only is his
choice, and she is an American. She
is on her way back to America. Her
name is Miss Cora Randolph, and, as
you doubtless know, she is a beautiful
woman, indeed.
Mehemet Ali on Oct. %, 1875, was
born into this world. His father was
Mehemet Tewfik Pasha, his mother the
lovely Emineh Hanem. One year before
another son had been born, the present
Khedive Abbas Hilmy II.
In January, 1892, old TeWfik Pasha,
full of years and honors, departed
from this world. After the usual
month of mourning the sackcloth and
ashes of grief gave way to the pomp
and ceremony of coronation, and Alb
bas assembled the throne. The young
Khedive was a turbulent youth. His
independence and ambition outraged
the English protectorate and, fgura-
lively speaking, he waved his royal
fist in the face of the British lion.
Lord Cromer, British minister resi-
dent in Cairo and practically the
ruler of Egypt, arose in his wrath. He
made his say in no uncertain words,
and for a while it looked to the world
at large as if Abbas IL, khedive of
of Egypt, Sovereign of Nubia and the
Soudan, would step down from the
royal throne and retire to semi
private life.
In the mind of all the world, it was
possible that Mehemet Ali might &C
quire all the powers, thrones, titles
and privileges of the khedive. But
Abbas II. surrendered at the last,
though to this moment there is an oc-
casional report that Mehemet Ali will
ascend the throne of Egypt.
MISS CO1d Ildl1OOipIl, III 4fCh VI ~
society, is a prominent young woman.
She is a direct descendant from the
Randolphs of colonial days, and from
time immemorial her family have en-
joyed admission to the most exclusive
circles in any part of the United
States.
The Randolph family place is at
Mount st. Vincent-on-the-H Hudson. Mr..
Randolph, the father, is a wealthy
bank president In New York and
Washington Miss Randolph goes
everywhere. Her wit, her beauty and
graciousness are familiar. But with
all her knowledge Of the world and
all her friendship for the smart set.
she is distinctive1y American, as BELTS
a descendant of one of the oldest fami
lies in America.
When the winter season opened at
Cairo last November Miss Randolph
was there Naturally, with her stand
ing, it was not difficult to become en-
tertained of royalty There again her
wit and beauty won for her a high
position, and, without adding hyber-
bole, she was the belle OF the season.
Il am of mind" said Mehemet ALI
'fto marry none but an American girl
They are the brightest, most beautiful
and most sensible of all women"
Here, indeed, was pledge from a
possible heir to all the land of Egypt.
Abbas H., to be sure, was still khe-
dive and on better terms with the Brit
ish. But Abbas had failed, and has
still failed, to insure for his own the
throne of Egypt. On Feb. 10, he had
married the Lady Ikbou Hanem, a
beautiful Circassian girl, once a hand
maiden in the palace. A child had
been born, but it was girl. An
other child followed, and it was also a
girl. A woman cannot ascend the
throne Of Egypt. Mehemet Ali's
chances were still good. He might be-
come khedive any day.
Living in Egypt one could not fail
to be assured of this. Certainly it was
known to the beautiful young Ameri-
can girl. And, of course, all the
circling brilliants Of that Mahometan
court must have seen the plainly ap-
parent Mehemet Ali's court.
Mehemet Ali's counting was no SUBJ
tie secret affair. 1t began with ardor,
promptly, and to the purpose. 1t was
apparent, perhaps painfully apparent,
and it left nothing to the Imagination
1t showed to all that he was bent upon
making this young American girl his
bride.
The winter waned; the princes suit
continued. Then came the approach
of spring. The princes iris-hued emo
| tons reached a crisis. He discovered
with the suddenness of all lovers that
life was not worth living without the
| object of his devotions
! So Mehemet Ali Bey, next in line to