The National tribune., 1908-07-02

THE NATIONAL TRIBJ
her excellent mother did with hers,
why may not the next King of Spain
| be healthy, sensible, fine Prince who
will, perhaps, bring back to his coun-
| try something of its past grandeur and
power? The work of redemption or
| reconstruction begun by Alfonso's
| mother, the Austrian, Maria Christiana,
a woman of most austere morals, and
continued by the young Queen Vic
toria, cannot fail of desirable result.
While the birth of this second royal
| baby was not looked forward to with
the same intense interest and excite
ment which was felt at the time the
Crown Prince was born, yet crowds
| gathered on the streets and before the
royal residence waiting for the report
| of the cannon to announce the happy
event. King Alfonso was almost boy
ish in his delight and gave expression
to it by pardoning a criminal con-
demned to execution that day. The
world feels great interest in this
little rapidly-growing family of the
young King and Queen of Spain, and
about that daintily- equipped cradle in
the royal nursery hang great hopes and
expectations.
The unique manner of decorating a
home employed by Hudson Maxim, the
inventor of smokeless powder and the
noiseless gun, would not appeal to
many people. 1t is, in fact, a perfect
arsenal and far too suggestive of the
horrors of war to be agreeable. There
are guns to the right of you and guns
to. the left of you as you enter with
giant cartridges lying upon brackets
built to hold them. In the library the
gas logs are supported by andirons
made of large upright cartridges, and
desk are found to be cannon about
two inches long. In every room one
finds these instruments of glorious
war" Mrs. MaXim's marble bust, made
by Partridge, is protected by a large
pistol, while that of the inventor, in an
other part of the drawing room. is
fianked by still larger guns. Some
volumes of poems of which Mr.. Maxim
is author have about them shotguns,
horse pistols, cannon and cartridges of
all sizes. which is, of course, humorously
suggestive of their weakness. Upon
entering the music room one is con-
fronted by glittering cannon. larger
than the rest, while the piano has been
converted into small but formidable
arsenal. 1t is in this room that Mr..
Maxim gives his Sunday evening en-
tertainments, and he claims for the
protection of budding genius, for those
who recite original poems, and play
music of their own composition. that
these bristling guns have been so placed.
All of which goes to prove that no pro-
fessfon is without its humorous side
In the eyes of some people. and that
Mr.. Maxim has a nimble and merry
wit all his own.
Young Elihu Root, Jr., seems to have
married remarkably sensible girl.
She is daughter of Woolsey Stryker,
President of Hamilton College, Mr.
Roots alma mater, and has been care
fully educated, being given the advant-
age of several years abroad to perfect
her French and German, and to polish
her off generally. She and Mr.. Root
were married last Winter, the week
following the wedding of Miss Root
to Lieut.. Grant, one of the social events
of the season, and took up their abode
in very modest apartment on the top
floor of plain-looking building which
has no elevator. The apartment con-
sists of six rooms, which. of course, en-
able the couple II be very comfortable, |
which are most attractive too with all
the pretty bridal presents but to keep
this NEST under the caves" as Mrs |
Root calls it, running, to do the cook |
ing, washing, ironing, bed-making and |
everything else connected with house |
keeping, the young matron employs but |
one servant. Mrs. Root seems to be a |
young woman of ideas, and very sensi- |
BILE ones at that. She says that in her
opinion most of the young married peo-
pie of to-day lose half the fun of life |
by beginning as their parents left off,
having none of the keen pleasure of ac-
things gradually. Ameri-
can girls, generally, start married life
with far too extravagant ideas. which
almost invariably leads to domestic I'M
happiness. She thinks the wives of
clerks and other men on small salaries
get more real, true enjoyment out of
their little simple homes than any other
class. American women are praised /
too much for their domestic virtues,
she thinks, whereas they cannot com
pare with French or German women as
managers of homes. Economy is re-
garded by the average American girl,
If she Is the daughter of a weaithy1
man, as vulgar" while among the old L
of France, for instance,
gentle women look after the francs as
carefully as most middle class Ameri-
can women do the dollars. 1t is con-
sidered very great virtue to do this,
the French woman who does not being
not to the manor born or
reared. AS a Nation we are
nut uoiutstic, young MIS-. ROOT THINKS,
and the ice box, store rooms, and kitch-
Ems are neglected. She, herself, visits
and inspects her ice box every day, and
sees that 1t is kept in perfectly sweet,
condition. She also frequently
puts to the test the cooking lessons she1
received before her marriage, and one
If her chief pleasures is to surprise Mr..
Root with dish she has prepared and
looked herself, which always turns out
'plendidly. The first year OF married
life, which most girls think should be
given up entirely to pleasure, this sem
'ible woman believes should be spent
n learning how to make her home q
zeal home. Since it is to be her life
work, why should she not desire to
master all its details, just as her hus-
1and does his business? Upon her,
ust as much as upon him, depends the
'ize of the bank account, or indeed
Upon any bank account at all, and to-
'tand by his side, an equal worker in
he building up of the little fortune
lids much dignity and beauty to the
home, and to the character of the mis-
ress as well.
A very mild sensation has been Gre
lted lately by woman living in pow
,rty in Galveston, Tex, who claims to
De the daughter Of the late Oliver H.
P. Belmont. This woman, known as
Mrs. Kelly, of Galveston, says her real
name is Louise Belmont Clarke. and
hat she Is the daughter of a Sarah
Whitney and Oliver III. P. Belmont
BORN in New York City. March 4, 1874.
She tells story of not getting along
we'll with her step-mother, the present
Mrs. Belmont, and, being placed in a