The San Francisco call., 1905-08-31


A romance having Its origin N rose
embowered chateau just outside of Paris,
and spinning its golden web across the
seas, and over thousands of miles of plain
mountain and meadow, has just been re-
vealed-for romances, like roses of altar.
are hard to keep bottled.
Yesterday, Mrs. Helen B. Reed, for
merly the wife of the rich Guatemalan
coffee planter, George w. Reed, sent her
lawyer into court with prosaic docu-
ment asking to recover 5000 from her for
mer spouse, claiming the amount to be
still due on a settlement made year ago.
when they had agreed to disagree.
Immediately following the granting Of
the decree of divorce that separated the
pair. the gay planter welded Mrs. NJ
Orear, a Berkeley woman, who, it is said.
helped nightly to make glad his
lonely hours on the far-away fnca, while
his wife was astonishing Paris with her
beauty, cleverness and Western dash.
Now. with the filing of the prosaic pa
pers for that overdue 5000, the romance
aforesaid has filtered into the open. And
ii runs thus:
Mrs. Reed, who was formerly Mrs. Ja-
cobs had been long known as one of the
most attractive women Of San Francisco
an exquisite dresser, a stunning figure
and not without mental attainments, par
ticularly along the lines of mems thoughts
and interests.
Supplied by her husband with an income
commensurate with the dignity of great
planter. Mrs. Reed made frequent trips
around the world, making Paris-gay
Paris-the objective point of her wander
ing.
During these sojourus in the French cap
ital the dashing Westerner chanced to
meet nephew of Empress Eugene, a
splendid fellow surnamed kirkpatrick,
tall, blonde, broad-shouldered, exquisite
as Partisan in manners and dress, rich
and young, with chateau or two near
Paris and a family estate between Men
tone and Nice.
Now, the very first day this young ex-
qutsite gazed upon the dazzling matron
from out of the West, he loved her-but
he didn't tell her so-not then,
Unlike most Partisan lovers, he bided his
time, suppressed h love and waited. And
the time at last came, rewarding him for
his patience and discretion; for Mr.. Reed.
loving another. petitioned the courts for
divorce. and won it upon the ground of
desertion.
But ere the ink was dry on the de-
cree, there came sizzling across the
ocean a greeting from the discreet
young nephew of the Empress Eugene,
protesting his love-now that she was
free-and asking her hand in mar
riage.
And the answer went back, Yes"
Again the wires bore a message to
the Golden Gate, Come at once"
And thus IL came to pass that when
the Mongolia left port Mrs. Reed and
her pretty daughter. Mrs. Violet
France, sailed away in her cabin, their
eyes turned toward Paris, where young
Kirkpatrick is impatiently awaiting his
bride-as becomes a lover long way off,
A woman is as old as she looks. And
the bride doesn't look. minute over
thirty.
But, Of course, there's her daughter,
and old enough to be married. That's
indisputable evidence, to be sure But
what of it, when the world knows that
a woman is only as old as she looks?
AS to the captivating Kirkpatrick
he's a sure-enough nephew of the beau
tiful Eugene, who was a daughter of
a Spanish nobleman-Count de Montijo
and a Scotch woman whose family
name was Kirkpatrick
Just what Eugene will think OF the
marriage OF. her nephew to the West
ern woman is interesting. as he has
been on excellent terms with his aunt.
visiting her at Chiselhurst and latterly