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Show , .. k.. h? Ex-Kin- - iv Edward VIII and Wally were wed on June 3, 1937 g 1 I a TWENTY-FIV- E YEARS AGO VIII of Great Britain married an n iJ i wauace nr mvorcee, nrii Amencan yvameiu On their silver anniversary, the world is still fascinated by the monarch who gave up his throne for "the woman I love" and entranced T spent the better part of two weeks with this couple while I worked with the Duchess on a i i i series 01 articles sne was wriung. vmen we were' three at tea or luncheon, with the conversation relaxed and revealing. So perhaps ! can answer those questions. At 68, the Dukeretains,a good" portion of the r enthusiastic charm which, during his world travels as Prince of Wales, made him known as "The First Salesman of the British Empire." He shows no trace of the autocracy which f re- quently attaches to monarchs, and never has. Recently, a sports columnist recalled how the isukc, aa rruiwe, uscu w gun vhm niaiiipiuu Walter Hagen. One day as he stood beside a hole marked with the red flag, Hagen called: "Hey; lift the pin, will you, Eddie?" And without ado, the Prince complied. I frequently observed the democracy of spirit which, when he was Prince and King, bedeviled so many of the old order surrounding him. There was, for instance, the day when we were at hmtheon in the Windsor town house in Paris and a small table was set up at a French window. We sat overlooking the balustraded terrace with its tubs of scarlet geraniums, green stretches of lawn, and trees about which rambler roses climbed. The Windsor dining room was a most elegant salon with vivid blue walls, antiqued white moldings, murals, a musicians' gallery, arid a great table flanked with tufted white damask chairs. When the conversation turned to fish, I mentioned how much I enjoyed a breakfast at London's Hotel Savoy, with Dover sole deep-frie- d to a golden twist, delicate and sweet inside. Duke's eyes brightened. "Ah! Sole for t The mm h m i . ht A Life off Elegant Informality The Duchess is said to love things. Both of these houses bear witness that the Duke does, too. Their Paris house might be described as crowded; one entire table, for instance, is given to' a display of small boxes of gold and silver, ivory and ehamel. At the country home, there's the Duchess' beautiful Meissen collection of vegetable shapes, among others a cauliflower, ears of corn, a bunch of asparagus. The Duchess calls the house in the Bois "hers" explaining that she's "the city slicker" in the family. The country house, called the Mill, is "the Duke's house," she says. The Mill consists of a group of buildings built in 1600 and remodeled in 1730 which are connected by narrow cobbled roadways. The guest quarters once were a cow barn. In the Big House there's a reception room, dining room, and kitchen quar urn n ii n ma mi u h , ters on the first floor. Upstairs, tjiere's the Duke's suite, the Duchess' suite, arid a large I beamed drawing room. gold-encas- ed by the commoner who stfrred an. empire. What is their life like now? How do they live ? Are they happy or dothey have regrets? I mm never have that any more." He sounded plaintive, "Why haven't you asked for it?" the Duchess wanted to know. "I did some time ago and nothing happened." He gave her a quick, warm smile. "Then I quite forgot about it. It isn't important. I don't like ' to upset the kitchen." y memo She reached for" the little. pad which is always at her place. If the Duke wanted sole for breakfast, obviously he was to have it. "There is such a thing as being overly considerate," she told the former king. She was dressed simply that day, as she always is. At no time did I see her dieting, yet, she must observe some restrictions to retain a size-eigfigure at 66. She suggested what one of the restrictions might be when she described a dinner she and the Duke favor following a large lunch. "The Duke rarely eats lunch. A compote of fruit, perhaps," she said. "But if we entertSin or have been entertained at a large lunch, our dinner often will be only a baked potato topped with caviar." I visited the Windsors in both their French homes. The one in Paris is on the Bois du Boulogne; their country place, "Le Moulin de la Tuilerie," is 30 miles outside the city. breakfast! this June 3, Spencer Simpson. The Duke ana Jjuc nes or Vuiri n c nr . - There is an elegant informality at the" Mill. Straw matting covers the floor of the- - dining room. Casseroles are passed in basket holders. Butter comes in the forms of animals and flowers (mine was a squirrel, the Duke's a thistle" and the Duchess' a heart). Oq itfe terrace chairs are small pillows with embroidered mottos: "Don't look now somebody may be gaining on you"; "Never explain never complain" ; "Smile at the poorestbeggar as you would at the high est king." The rug in the reception room is placed so it doesn't obscure the gravestones in the floor. During the French Revolution, the peasants, desiring to have marble floors like the aristocracy, robbed the graves. No corpses molder beneath them, the Duke explains. The Duke Putters in the Garden The Duke is happiest at the Mill. Wearing 'old clothes, his plaid cotton shirt hanging outside his slacks, he works in the garden that stretches from the buildings to the millstream. A wooden bridge crosses thestream to a" hill which affords a lovely view of ttie countryside. Here, beneath flowering shrubs, are buried the cairn terriers that preceded the pugs in the Windsor household. In the winter, when the Windsors are in residence in New York at the Waldorf Towers, it's a familiar sight to see Sidney, the Bahamian who has been with them since 1940, when the Duke was governor of the Bahamas, walking the pugs on a four-wa- y leash. There are always dog biscuits on the tea tray, as the pugs so well know. One rainy day when a footman went up the stairs to the big drawing room, a freshly pressed tea cloth draped over his hand so it would not wrinkle, the pugs followed him single file. "Oh, dear," said, the Duchess, "tea is going to be late. It is one of the few things about which the Duke becomes impatient." But on this day the Duke, plagued with shingles, nervously pacing up and down the cobbled road between showers, quite forgot the tea hour. The Duchess sneezed! (Continued on page 9) As they celebrate their sil ver wedding anniversary, rocked an empire but which has endured and fcmUy Weekly, ; 1. If 62 |