The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-05-26
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o. Hudatest and . distinguished 'n,cr
~ tho Austrian Army Noa, VII tell u
ali. Ne had Ia nrc from hs country lc
cauae NJ an AFFAIR " gnllnntry Now h" b.
an opera singer IN tho employ ufMr tnnricd
myself am the daughter az u brazilian
indian chief nm q Prtnucaa
The hangers ON around M" Harlem police
court had concluded that II was another
caae ~ wife heating and had started Tor
the pinochlc game, but now they catne back
and looked az the Baron and the EIrou"as
a. they stood nj the har The Baron, who
was short, stout and -wHrthy. looked very
much bored ThOso fierce, CurlCd up
muataohios alone might have given a hint
as to his dignity II the Baroness had not
made II known.
ayes" said the Baron finally. with n sigh.
aa though the revelation co-t hum much,
awh hat she saws is rue. But | am very sorry
this has come out because It may spoil my
chances ~ an opera singer. Thus woman
il my wife. We would be LIVING happily
II she was not q terrible firt. y
The Baron told the story Of how he met
the Baroness. He sald h. took Il room IN a
boarding house she kept IN West 1hIr,y-
ninth street a year ago. She was not "A
baroness then, but plain Mrs. Bowdee,
though she had been u princess. Living
with her. he said, was her eleven-year-Old
eon. The Baron was seeking a place to
hide from the world while he was trying
10 win fame "a an opera singer, but he could
not forget his birth. -
There we're two women in the house |
did not like, " said the Baron. "One night
one of them had a caller, a plain sergeant
Of your army. was forced to have words
with him and | ordered him out. He in
suited me; but how could |, who had been
an officer Of the Emperor, fight with a SER
Reart? | left the house
The Baron "a id that he had had the Gerry
society step In and take the boy away.
A month ago" he went on, she came
to me and asked me to marry her 20 that
she could get her boy back. | agreed TO
do so, and we would be living happily now
II she was not a fist.
How can you-you, a Baron-say such
thingsY" broke in the Baroness. Your
Honor, he offered himself as my husband
He said il was the only way ] could get my
boy back, and l accepted him. Last night
because my boy accepted two tickets from
n sergeant in the Twelfth Regiment for a
drill he was furious. He said that he, the
stepeon of a Baron of an Austrian officer,
should accept nothing from a person 30
low. Then he slapped me- .
The Baron was too dignifed to say any
thing more, He had been surprised at his
breakfast by a court officer with a warrant
which the former South American princess
had obtained by making her escape from
the b. ronial fat on the fifth floor of 2l0
West Eighty-ffth street while the Baron
Numbered. 1t had been a very unpleasant
experience and the Baron looked as though
be- would like to have it over as soon as
possible. He did not offer any evidence
that the story told about his. pride was
untrue. Magistrate Walsh said that he
would hav We to hold him in $500 bail II his
wife persisted in the charge, and he replied,
with a shrug Of his shoulders: Have your
way
But at the sight Of her soldier of the en-
pire being led away to ca ptivity the Baroness
broke down.
Il love him, and I know he will be good
she said, struggling TO be embraced by, the
baronial arms again. The Baron said he
would. The Baron, the Baroness and the
Of the court officers began humming, Il
Dreamt that I Dwelt in Marble Halls
Several reporters and artists, to whom the
story of a princess and a baron living in
humble surroundings in an East Side fiat
had been broken gently. made their way to
the apartments of the pair in the afternoon
to get more OF their romantic story.
The sD'd %iaa 4 par0R di Or { R Rn,nSe'fb but ny' s insr sd-
mitted after much hesitation that there was
q couple up on the fifth floor who seemed to
b fore .eam bsio ! Guess you ss get i i wT ,snis
treas.
There was no name on the doorbell,
but the reporters and the artists toiled
up the five flights Of stairs, knocked softly
on the door OF the baronial fat and asked
II the Baron was In.
aNo, he isn't" said a rather strident
voice through the keyhole. The same
voice said that the Baroness was in, but
was not receiving callers.
ais the Baron a real Baron?' asked the
Eyes, he is, and there amt no fake about
that, either came through the keyhole
the voice belonged to a Princess or g
Baroness or both.
aYou fool!' said the voice, 'the House Of
Orange has Princes. Barons have Baron
esses.'
This was too much for those at the frosty
end of the keyhole. They gave it up anc
inquired if the Baron had really spanked
the Baroness.
aThe Baroness has $1,000 in the banl
and she will sue the newspapers If they
don't look out, was the reply
There was a sound Of soft footballs anc
rustling garments and then all was silent
The keyhole was tried again, but it onl,
gave back echoes, for the Baroness ha'
flown.
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