1907
"The Slim Princess" has been elaborated and rewritten from a storyprinted in The Saturday Evening Post of Philadelphia late in 1906 andcopyright, 1906, by the Curtis Publishing Company.
WOMAN IN MOROVENIA
KALORA'S AFFLICTION
THE CRUELTY OF LAW
THE GARDEN PARTY
HE ARRIVES
HE DEPARTS
THE ONLY KOLDO
BY MESSENGER
AS TO WASHINGTON, D.C.
ON THE WING
AN OUTING—A REUNION
THE GOVERNOR CABLES
THE HOME-COMING
HEROISM REWARDED
Morovenia is a state in which both the mosque and the motor-car nowoccur in the same landscape. It started out to be Turkish and laterdecided to be European.
The Mohammedan sanctuaries with their hideous stencil decorations andbulbous domes are jostled by many new shops with blinking fronts andGerman merchandise. The orthodox turn their faces toward Mecca while theenlightened dream of a journey to Paris. Men of title lately have madethe pleasing discovery that they may drink champagne and still be goodMussulmans. The red slipper has been succeeded by the tan gaiter. Thevoluminous breeches now acknowledge the superior graces of intimateEnglish trousers. Frock-coats are more conventional than beaded jackets.The fez remains as a part of the insignia of the old faith andhereditary devotion to the Sick Man.
The generation of males which has been extricating itself from theshackles of Orientalism has not devoted much worry to the Condition ofWoman.
In Morovenia woman is still unliberated. She does not dine at apalm-garden or hop into a victoria on Thursday afternoon to go to themeeting of a club organized to propagate cults. If she met a cult faceto face she would not recognize it.
Nor does she suspect, as she sits in her prison apartment, peeping outthrough the lattice at the monotonous drift of the street life, that hersisters in far-away Michigan are organizing and raising missionary fundsin her behalf.
She does not read the dressmaking periodicals. She never heard of theWednesday matinée. When she takes the air she rides in a carriage thathas a sheltering hood, and she is veiled up to the eyes, and she mustnever lean out to wrigg