How the Late Emperor of Germany Won His Wife.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 361, 20 April 1889, Page 4

How the Late Emperor of Germany Won His Wife.

Not having the fear of Princo Bismarck bofoie his eyes, an Austrian gentleman has contributed to a Vienna newspaper some interesting reminiscences of the late Emperor Frederick. One chapter (writes the London correspondent of the ' Liverpool Post') relates to the year 1875, at which time the Crown Prince — as he then was — was paying a visit to Carlsbad. Travelling incognito, he gratified his fancy by taking up his residence in the house of a quiet old German lady, with whom he was \ery fond of gossiping. He heard daily from his wife, the Crown Princess, then in Berlin, and liked to talk with his landlady about her. Here is one of the conversations which have been garnered for the Vienna newspaper: — ' What a dear good woman my wife is,' he said one day, after perusing the daily packet, ' and how warmly she loves me ! She is an excellent housewife, careful of everything, superintending the kitchen a? well as the ballroom. It is now 15 years since I married her, and every year has made u& happier. But I must tell you how I Avon her. I was only 24 at the titue, and Count Mokke accompanied me to England as my adjutant. Vicky was a mere child, but &o clever, so good and true ! Her father and mother, too, were the best parents I have ever known. After a few days I was in love up to my ears. 1 could not resi-t her. I confessed my infatuation to the Prince, who good-naturedly encouraged me. But mother was not kind-hearted, and decided that Vicky should know nothing of my suit until after her confirmation. Howe\ er, the Fates worked in my favour Late one afternoon shortly before my departure, we were riding together in the shady lanes of Windsor. J was at Vicky's side. Field daisies grew along the way, which "V icky said were indicative of good luck. I plucked one and offered it to her, trembling as I did so, uncertain of its reception. She took it, blushed, and gave me courage to stammer my confession. My trembling ceased as she gave me her hand ; her eyes filled with tears, and to my eyes came tears too. But they were tears of joy, which alone have been shed since the happy day on which we took each other for better or for worse.