The Washington herald., 1913-12-28
No Less Than Six Princesses
Have Gone on the Rocks
in Their Voyages Toward
Happy Unions.

Sc the prince and the princess were
married and they lived happily ever aft
erward."
That old fairy tale idea is sadly knock
ed in the head this year of 1913. No less
than six royal princesses have gone on
the rocks in their voyages toward
Happy union. Some of the matrimonial
craft have been patched up and again
are navigating, but, all in all, the pro-
portion of rifted hearts and blighted rO-
rnances in circles of the purple just at
present makes the lot of the throne ten
ants far from enviable. The modest new
lyweds in a cottage, with their baby,
their vine-clad porch and their humble
pleasures, may well look with pity upon
the high places of wealth, pomp and
splendor.
First, there is the dramatic story of
the princess who burned her wedding
gown in her bedchamber on the bridal
night. A tragic elimination TO what was
believed to be a pure love match.
Little by little the tale Of Prince
George, of Bavaria, and the Archduchess
Isabella Marie, of Austria, has come out.
He was a dashing officer. decorated by
the Kaiser, the best middIe-weight boxer
in Germany. She was not only pretty
girl. but a great wit.
GypSy is blamed.
And hag of gypsy plunged them
into woe!
Whether the prince had been a trife
wild, as royal youths often are, doesn't
matter. 1t would have happened Just as
it did, anyway. The archduchess, when
the prince, whom she dearly loved, pro-
posed, foolishly put him OFF for twenty
four hours instead of falling into his
arms with yes"
She consulted the family gypsy. "Ot-
tilie-ottilie," whispered the crone, 81 see
an Ottilie who will come between you
and your husband
The next day the archduchess accepte ed
her prince consulting her heart. She re-
nounced her Austrian royal rights to IA
cilitate the marriage. Everywhere the
union was admired. The two were su-
premely happy, it appeared to those
around them.
overwrought on the night of her we'd
ding, vision appeared to her. Here is
the story of her own words to one of
her maids:
When, upon my arrival in Munich, I
entered my bedchamber in the evening,
] suddenly remembered the words of
the gypsy. The room itself looked mys-
terious. When i undressed myself and
went TO bed-how can I describe my
horror?
'T beheld on the white pillow three
drops OF fresh, RED blood. ] jumped out
Of bed, trembling and rang the bell No
body came. began to pray. Soon Il
heard a weird noise, and. looking around,
I saw distinctly the figure of a pretty
young girl in a night gown, starring at
me ironically. How she had come in I do
not know. She just walked to the bed
and occupied 1t without a word. II
trembled all over.
"a Madame she whispered, this is not
your bed, 1t is mine"
"She was pretty. with dark. long lashes
and black eyes, just as the gypsy had
told me. / asked:
"'Are you otillie? She nodded and
whispered: Certainly am What do you
want of me?'"
wild Scene Ensues.
When the Princess opened her eyes the
Prince was kneeling over her. keeping
a towel with cold water on her head.
She wildly questioned him. Who was
Otillie? He stammered and stumbled, as
he well might, perhaps never having
heard the name before.
Its true she cried. A wild Scene
ensued. A few hours later they had
separated forever.
The marriage was annulled. Prince |
George took his place alongside the, three !
divorced soyereigns OF Europe, King