Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1908-04-23

young American, with himself yet to
make. why then. suppose, so much
the better. But the flnancier In enl'
bryo might well take q hint from the
part the press plays herein.
On the evening Of the 14th or No
vember the Scimitar said in Its ivan
ity Fair" department.:
1T Is reported that the marriage oil
Prince Nikolai Michael Alexieff Sc.
banowsky and Miss Bernice Cochran
will take place In Moscow In Decem-
ber."
On the 18th, the Weekly Chatterbox
said in Its pert way:
Another bankful OF bonds to the
old world. This time 1t is the fair,
imperious Bernice Cochran, who takes
Henri Bertrand Louis de Beaucleux.
MarQuise Lorel and Countess Sar-
dome. IL you please"
Then the Sunday supplement edi-
tors were very busy, and there were
full-page pictures in three colors show
ing Miss Cochran handing bag d
bullion to q bewhiskered S.av, who
at the same time advanced a coronet.
And the Planet had the lady In the
red-white-blue OF her native land, sit
ting on the stock exchange, while
Russia and France tugged at either
arm. The merry photographers also
were more ruthless than usual, and
there were q number Of those alarmist
articles relative to the exodus Of Yam.
kee gold to Europe for titles and bau-
BILE names.
The prince was Lord Of Herzi-
nov and Bessarabia, governor Of Vlad-
imirsky, knight Of a dozen orders and
member of a hundred legions. Also
he was a Popoloff and seventh cousin
to car. But he was fat and very,
very stupid.
The count could pin blue ribbons
and bronze crosses from the top OF
his high silk hat to the lower hem
of his Partisan overcoat and not get
half of them on. The Beaucleaux
could go back to Abel and their blood
was almost too blue. But the count
was conceited, and then at Cannes the
season previous he had talked over.
much to the Cochran girl concerning
the Cochran millions. This the Coch-
ran girl did not relish.
"Oh, dear!" said the Cochran girl,
"why can't they let me alone!"
"Who?" asked Mr.. Milton Browder.
"The prince and the count?'
NO." said the Cochran girl, the
papers" A popular novelist would
have said the steely gray eyes snap
ped-perhaps they did. Anyhow they
were very expressive, very entran-
cling, as Mr.. Milton Browder noticed
had noticed before.
Il will stop their lying babble!" ex-
claimed the young man. and he pound
ed the table.
"Oh, I don't know" sighed the
Cochran girl. ITS rather nice to see
your name in all the journals, after
ALL" Whereat Mr.. Milton Browder
concluded that all women are varia'
bles and continued to lock at the pom.
padour of excellent chestnut hair
which the Cochran girl afforded.
(which would you take?" demanded
Miss Bernice Cochran, 1.-THE Russian
bear or the French popinjay?"
"Well," said Mr.. Milton Browder,
"the prince has gallons Of sky-blue
blood"
BAH" said the girl, ''he can't talk
English and he's positively greasy!"
And he has q crumbling castle and
gloriously unlimited debts and at least
seventy-two titles and decorations"
but he's a hulk and bear"
''He's q prince for all that" com.
mented the young man, perhaps a lit.
tie bitterly.
III he were only tall and slim and
dark" unused the girl.
The counselor did nothing but nod
his head at this. He was tall and
slim and dark himself.
Now, there's the count" said the
girl. Its nice to be countess"
very nice." said the young man,
almost as nice as being Miss Bernicc
Cochran"
The girl frowned, but the man was
very grave, and she went on: His
head Is swelled and he desires my
money worse than me. ] found that
out at Cannes"
His taste Is execrable," declared
the young man.
"If he was only sympathetic, one to
whom could tell every little thing"
sighed the girl.
Mr.. Milton Browder did not concur
IN this remark, either. To have done
70 would have been immodest, for he
was sympathetic as fcw men are. and
In the years be had been her fathers
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