The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1914-01-09

MY EW YORk.-Her Royal Highness,
IN Princess Alexis Karageorgevitch
OF Servia, is here with her sol
der prince.
Or maybe it Is better to say His
Royal Highness, Prince Alexis Kara
georgevitch Of Servia, Is here with
bis American bride, who was Mrs.
Huger Pratt of Cleveland and Paris.
Perhaps one should say Her Excel
ienza, or Serene Highness. | declare
didn't know what to call her, Prin-
zessen, or Serene Altessen, but any
way, she Is all that you hope a real
princess will be.
It's awfully hard finding your way to
the abode of royalty, but you have
found it past the line of tall, young
footmen. And now you're all alone in
the tiny silent ante-room Of the prince
OF Seryias apartments up at the Ritz
Carlton. Nothing here but a dread
fully large business-like trunk, with
ID. K on it. The last Is for Kara
georgevitch, and the first, | think, is
for Doulgoukrhoff, or some combina-
tion like it, that only the first-borns of
the royal line may bear, writes lola
Forester in the Sunday Magazine of
the New York World.
Voices came from behind one of the
French gray doors hung with old rose
silk. One expected a lineup of more
footmen or maids, but when the door
opened 1t was Prince Alexis hinRelf.
Just a swift imp. ession of keen, kind
~ eyes, of straight, soldierIy bearing,
ready, understanding smile, and
then another French gray door opened
and closed, and left me in the boudoir
of the princess.
Amid Regal Luxury.
/ was glad she wasn't there. Just
for a minute sat down in front Of
the darling little gray and silver dress
ing table, and beamed in at the triple
mirrors. All about were gold things,
gold trinkets and toilet articles, with
big monograms on them, and behind
me was the royal couch with coverlid
of pink plush and real lace. There
were pillows, too, n hand embroidered
slips with pink satin ribbon all run
through the lace and crushy satin
bows at each corner. And hanging
near on rack was a full length seal
cloak, lined with old gold satin.
I'm coming to her in minute.
was just making believe, don't you
know, trying to find out what it was
like being princess, when the door
opened softly behind me and she came
in, our latest American little Royal
Highness, Princess Karageorgevitch,
who once upon time was Abigail
Parkhurst, New York girl.
Whoever it was that insisted prin-
cesses had to be FIVE feet ten in height
was all wrong Our princess Is only
about five feet three, and she Is gen.
tie and low-voiced, with golden hair
just touched with silver, and blue eyes
that are very serene and mild in their
gaze until you speak Of her Soldier
Prince, and then they kindle hidden
fires. for she is very proud of him.
She Wore-you do want to know
what she wore. don't you? Well. then,
she wore black satin, semi-evening
dress, and pearls, The waist was cut
with close surplice effect, following
the lines of the figure snugly. There
was a round yoke of finest, sheerest
net with high collar The skirt was
cut very narrow at the bottom, and
not too long About the hips the
black satin lay in soft, rich draped
folds, very close and fiat. Her hat
was Of black satin also, small model
with an attractive Continental tilt at
one side. and several exquisite OSPREY
sprays-long, black feather-tipped
trfties that rose foot above her head.
Around her throat was a string Of
pearls, large creamy-toned pearls that
looked very old and seemed as large
as hazel nuts.
Still Enjoying Honeymoon.
She was ever so sweet and gracious
our latest princess, and rather amused
and doubtful over her first interview