Miss Middleton an only daughter of Thomas Middleton, the mining magnate.....

Although slightly indisposed, His Imperial Highness granted an interview to our representative late last evening.

If the time-worn adage, in vino veritas, is to be believed; it is certain that the wedding will not only take place soon, but that the favorite nephew of the Czar of all the Russias will himself appear in this charming romance of throbbing hearts, playing the role of best man." It was really too dreadful; my cheeks burned with mortification and anger.
People had assured me the horrid little American newspaper published in Paris was not typical of America--that it was no more than a paid panderer to seekers after notoriety.

Yet here in California, my own dear California, a newspaper had dared print my picture without my consent, had thrown its ugly light on the sweet story of my love serving it up in yellow paragraphs for the benefit of the bootblack, the butcher, the waiter in cheap restaurants.

What a hideous world! Pleading a sick headache, I stayed in my room till tea time.
We had tea at five, Blakely and I, on the roof of the hotel.