Bisbee daily review., 1922-06-04
: 4 l, OOO,OOO
 HEIRESS LIVES
 IN LIVE NEST
Mrs. w. Who Married Lab orer, Declares She Doesn't
 Care For Publicity

RIDLEY PARK, Pa, June 3.-The
 $4O,OO0,OOO heiress was running a car
 pct sweeper in the dining room when ! the colored maid let me into the Von- i siatsky-Vonsiatskoy cottage. ! (lt's an unpretentious cottage, all
 right, where teh wealthy Mrs. Marion
 Ream Stephens V. " lives the simple
 life with the 23-year-old Polish noble
 man." it's a two-story house, apparent ! ly built in the Victorian era, with fad
 ed yellow paint and green trimmings,
 it's tiny front yard surrounded by high
 hedge, a very second rate dwelling
 alongside the fine homes in this Phil
 adelphia suburb)
 Mrs. " V. threw a crushing look at the maid, who disappeared into the
 kitchen; then she leaned the handle 1 of the carpet sweeper up against the table, very fine piece of furniture
 whose polished surface was laid with Idaity doilies of embroidery and expen- ,siye china with silver holders contain ing halves of grape fruit, heralding breakfast.
 ! Ct was 10:30 a. m. Breakfast being iyet in the future, it was only natural for the visitor to- assume that Mir. V. ". no longer pliesc his plebian toll in Ithe Baldwin locomotive works down the road toward Chester-not this par iticular morning at least). /
 Good morning." said Mrs. V. v., Who are you?" When I told her she didn't seem at all pleased. She said she didn't like to see her name in the papers and her lawyers did all finer talking for her.
 (She referred, you see, to the dis turbinS fact that Mime. Liouboff Mour- iomsky V ", has bobbed up in Paris claiming to be V. V's legal wife by virtue of marriage in the Crimea in 1920, two years before the wealthy Chicago widow startled society by
 marrying the dashing young anti-Bol- ,shevist officer and came here to live the simple life with him near the !grimy locomotive works).
 Are you happy" I asked, standing on an expensive Oriental rug in the tiny living room, right in front of a big tapestry davenport, on which she didn't invite me to be seated. Mrs. V. V. smiled as if to say judge for yourself" And at that precise mo- iment a deep bass voice boomed from upstairs: "Marion! Marion!" she called out: Yes, dear" and ran up- stairs, where a rapid conversation in French ensued. All right, dear" she said, throwing the conversational gear, and came down.
 V. V. followed. but darted immedi- lately into the kitchen. Not too soon, however, to reveal that instead of rough working garb he wore a nice V- ell irf nd sers, more becoming to, a simple life breakfast well on toward the flag end of the morning.
 (The colored maid, who cooks ana goes home nights because there's no maids quarters in the 7-room cottage, came in with gleaming silverware and iintimated that breakfast was ready.) 1 Mrs. V. V. said she couldn't talk about the claims of the Paris woman
 who has sent her marriage license to
 the Russian Orthodox Church officials in New York.
 l. (She was wearing a dark blue serge idress; she' is small and slender, with dark eyes and black hair and an olive complexion; she is considerably older than her young husband-"in the for ties" they say
 IaklnS speculative look at the big lamps and rich furnishings and the other items of luxury, making the in side of the simple cottage such sharp contrast to the outside, the visitor left Through the open windows came the Ihum of that carpet sweeper's few las, Hicks before the II o'clock breakfast- 1t was easily II by then-which natur- ally raised the question how many vac
 uum cleaners $40.OOO.OOO would buy.