WOMAN'S WORLD

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LIV, Issue 206, 28 February 1912, Page 6

WOMAN'S WORLD

'(Conducted by "Eileen.") CANNIBAL PRINCESS ROMANTIC MARRIAGE WITH COWBOY. Princess Sieta, ruler of the Ensize Indians, a tribe of warriors making thenhomes in the remote fastnesses of the Peruvian Andes, is a guest in Philadelphia. With her is the Prince Consort, formerly a Texas cow-puncher, whom she rescued from her man-eating tribesmen when he was a prisoner, married him, and made him a sharer of her rule. The tribe has 1700 members, 900 of whom are warriors.

The Prince and Princess are on their last lap of a two years' tour of the world. They will go to Washington, thence to San Francisco, where they will take a ship for South America, reaching home after a two hundred miles' horseback ride.

The Princess is 30 years old. She has an olive complexion, dark hair and dark eyes. She wss educated in England, and speaks English fluently. She is writing a history of her people. While intensely interested in Americans, she is anxious to get back home to see her nine-year-old son, who is held hostage by the tribe to ensure the return of the Prince and Princess.

According to the Princess, the tribe, over which she rules dwells 200 miles trom civilisation in a country of cannibals and head-hunters. The tribe is still in a semi-savage condition, but owing to the teachings of the Prince and Princess there is much less cannibalism. The Princess hopes it will entirely disappear with the coming generation.

The Princess told how she met her American husband. ."Jack" Chism, the prince, is the son of the late Hiram Chism, formerly a ranch-owner in the Texas Panhandle. Jack sought his fortune in Peru, and was captured by the tribe now ruled by him. He was.captured while the Princess was being educated in England, and was a prisoner upon her return. One day she noticed him, and spoke to him in English. He responded, and the romance started. She demanded that his life be spared, and she married him.

To account for her English education the Princess says: "My father's name was Prince Morhyr. When I was eight years old an Englishman, an attache at the British legation at Lima, Peru, wandered into our tribe wounded and nearly dying from starvation. He had penetrated into, the interior in search of orchids. He took a liking to me, and persuaded ray v father, to send me to England to be educated. My mother and members ;of the tribe objected, but I was finally permitted to go-"

WOMEN'S THRILLING ESCAPE. DISPERATE RIDE FOR LIFE. The most sensational episode probably in 'the whole series of fires which recently raged over South Australia was that which arose out of the destruction at Biggs' Flat of Mr. Wilson Hall's homestead. After the flames had swept over that part of the district, it was reported that Mrs. Wilson Hall and her daughter, Miss Constance Hall, aged about 21 years, who had been left alone on the property, were missing. Some apprehension was felt for their welfare, and when in the evening it was found that they had had a plucky bareback ride out of danger, and had waded for safety into the Orikaparinga river, much relief was expressed. When asked to relate her experiences, Miss Hall said:—"About midday mother I and I were watch the fire. racing from the north-west through Mr. Goyder's property, on the opposite side of the main road. It wa6 quite half a mile j.away, and from the direction it was takI ing there appeared to me no danger at i all for our place. Suddenly there seem-i-ed to be a variation in the wind, and S.the flames bore down with great fury towards us. Within four minutes the | abuse was alight and full of smoke. | Mother and I rushed inside to see if we 'cbuld save anything, but all we could do was to grope for some spare clothing. Tire trees, undergrowth and outbuildings were burning nearly all around us. It looked as though we would be completely liemmed in by the fire, and we were afraid our dresses would become ignited. The only chance for us was to make a dash for the river, which is more than half a mile away. A young mare was standing near the stable and she seemed too terrified to move. We put a rope around her neck and managed to clam- - her on one behind the other. Mother sat in front, and as we had no reins we guided the animal with our hands. On the way sparks and embers were falling all around us, and the heat was frightful. Mother kept saying, 'I am sure I am on fire,' and I replied, 'No, you are all right; we'll soon be out of it.' We had both been accustomed to riding, although not bare-back, and the mare let us urge her in the direction wew anted to go. On reaching the water we got in up to our necks.

We had an awful time, and I had not thought water eould feel so lovely as it did then. We stayed in the river for about thrse and a-half hours, as we dared not go back to where the fire was. In the meanwhile Mr. Pieper, who had been away helping tEe fire-beaters at neighbors' preparties, returned! to find lour own place burnt. He searched among th« debris in every room, thinking that we might be there, and then enquiries wero begun among the neighbors. Late in the afternoon they found us in the river.

SORROWS OF THE RICH. The American Argonaut asks you t» pity the sorrows of the, rich. Being human beings, inspitc of many opinions to the contrary, they want to give each other Christmas presents and the like, and there is now nothing on earth costly enough to be a rarity or to give pleasure. Take the case of Mr. Gary, of the Steel Trust. Mr. Brandeis says that Mr. Gary gave his wife a necklace costing half-a-million dollars. Mr. Gary says that he did nothing of the kind, and that the story is a fabrication, but then he might have done so if he had wanted to, so the moral of the story is unaffected. Moreover, Mr. Gary should know better than to interfere with a gentleman who wanted to talk about Marie Antoinette and her diamond necklace and who simply had to have some moderning illustration. Some people seem to have no manners. Now this necklace could not have given Mrs. Gary any real pleasure. Probably she could have half-a-dozen for the asking. So what is a rich man to do whose heart is filled with the milk of human kindness but who can find nothing expensive enough to show just how full his heart is of the aforesaid milk? There is a mixture of metaphors here, but our intentions are good. Mr. Dooley, under the assumed name of E. P. Dunne, talks about this problem in the American 'Magazine. Mr. Worldly Wiseman is sorely perplexed to know what to do at Christmas. He says: "There's my wife. The last Christmas I spent with her in Paris. I went to the Rue de la Paix and got her a jewel that should have made her eyes stick out. Cost me a barrel of money. A barrel! What did she do? Thanked me. and chucked it into a work-basket full of flannels that she was

aewing for some hospital. There's my ] sister. She loves jewels, but she has so many they're an incumbrance to her, and they're so valuable that she doesn't wear them when she goes out, but leaves them in a safety deposit vault and puts on imitations. There's my nephew. He'll have my money when I die, if he behaves himself; but he's got almost as much money now in his own right as I, will leave him. What can I get for him? When I was a boy if I got a gold watch or a scarf pin at Christmas I was happy, but he has a-i many gold watches as Simpson, the pawnbroker, and a different pin for every scarf he owns. He' 3 only a sophomore in college, but he owns a ninety horse-power machine, a string of polo ponies, a motor boat that can make thirty miles, and he's negotiating with the Wright Brothers for an aeroplane. What's the use of trying to surprise him? I suppose it's the same way with the presents he sends me. I wish he'd not send me anything, but come over and spend a week with me. But of course I can't expect that. He'd be bored to death."