SECRETLY MARRIED
Estella Savin Bride of G. C. Boldt, Jr.
New Yorker Captures Fair Spaniard
Romance Begins In Sleepy Mexican Town — Bridegroom Is Son of Waldorf-Astoria Proprietor — Bride Merchant's Daughter
George C. Boldt, Jr., son of the proprietor of the Waldorf-Astoria hotel, New York city, said to be one of the most popular young men of gay Gotham, was secretly married to Miss Estelle Savin of San Diego in Yuma, Arizona, last Monday afternoon.
Accompanied by his bride and his friend and confidante, Howard W. Throckmorton, the latter also of New York city, Boldt came to the Angelus hotel yesterday afternoon. Much excitement was created in the hotel corridor when young Boldt registered the young woman as his wife.
The young couple engaged a suite of rooms for the afternoon and then spent the remainder of the day in shopping. Late in the evening the three left Los Angeles for parts unknown to local friends, but it is supposed they are en route to New York city, where young Boldt will introduce his wife from the golden west.
Strenuous efforts on the part of young Boldt and his friend Throckmorton were made to keep the marriage a secret. When pinned down to the fact Throckmorton admitted that the marriage had taken place and that the ceremony had been performed by an old priest in Yuma, Ariz. Throckmorton refused to discuss the affair further, emphatically expressing himself to that effect.
Returns From Hunting Trip
Younger Boldt came to Los Angeles about four weeks ago with Throckmorton. Then the two had just returned from an extensive, hunting trip In Lower California.
Roldt and Throckmorton at that time remained in Los Angeles a few days only and then suddenly disappeared. So far as can he learned, no one here knew why Boldt left the city so suddenly, but his return yesterday accompanied by his young bride answered the question.
Estella Savin of Tia Juana is married and a millionaire from New York is now bearing away the beautiful Castillian girl whose face has been vivid reminder to the countless thousands who have made pilgrimages to the quaint little border town which lies to the south of San Diego.
Mecca for Rich
No more will the flashing eyes and brilliant colored cheeks of the Castile miss cause gilded sons of gay Gotham to linger about the sleepy shop of Senor Savin and Inquire minutely as to the value of various pieces of Spanish lace. Never again will the white mantilla, a priceless heirloom from old Madrid, blend with the raven locks of witching beauty in the dusty store, famous the world over as a mecca for rich tourists whose mania for relics of early days may be satisfied there.
Spectators from foreign parts have often wondered at the beautiful pair of Spanish girls who gazed from their boxes with eager interest at the bull fights held in the southern town. Estella Savin and her sister have been the cynosure of all eyes during the festive times of Tia Juana, and when a poor quivering brute sank beneath the cruel sword of a Spanish matador the Savin girls tossed roses into the bloody arena.
Envy of All
Glances of envy followed the graceful swordsman whose agile form bent langorously before the coquettish nods and langorous eyes of the handsome Savin girls.
Estella Savin is one of the most beautiful women of Southern California and Old Mexico and when she advanced to receive her diploma from the hands of the venerable Father Ubach at the close of the graduating exercises of the academy of Our Lady of Peace in San Diego several years ago, a buzz of admiration wafted about the scholastic hall.
Father Ubach is famous as the Padre Gaspara in Helen Hunt Jackson's "Ramona." It was he who married Ramona in the old chapel at Oldtown and a tinge of romance appeared interwoven as he raised a paternal hand over the beautiful girl of Spanish blood who knelt before him.
Shop Is Tourist Favorite
Senor A. Savin was formerly Mexican consul to the port of San Diego, and later retired, opening a general merchandise and curio store at Tia Juana. The trip to the border town which lies just across the line separating the United States and Old Mexico is one of the features that mark the tourist's visit to San Diego, and broad acres of sagebrush and rickety Spanish houses form the scenic attractions, not one out of a thousand visitors to the city by the sea have failed to make the journey to Old Mexico.
Many a postal card with the Mexican stamp has been handed across the Savin counter by the white, jeweled hands of Estelle Savin, and many an eastern youth has returned in remembrance that he had forgotten another friend in come faraway place.
Remember Girl's Glances
Numerous are those who boast of Mexican cigars smuggled across the border, and with the memory of the indiscretion arises bewitching glances and rosy cheeks of a lissom girl who advised as to the best brands and directed the way to the customs house.
But Tia Juana has lost its fairest daughter, and within a few days the Gothamites of fashion will be reveling with tales of a California wooing. George C. Boldt, Jr., like others, wended his way to Tia Juana some six weeks ago. The Mexican sun was hot and the sagebrush was dreary. Boldt would willingly have returned before alighting from the wobbly stage which caters to tourist travel after the foreign side has been reached.
The horse must needs be watered, however, and young Boldt sauntered around the diminutive place. Necessarily he entered the Savin store. There was no other of consequence. Boldt bought a postal card. He returned and purchased several more. For the first time in his life feminine laces and fabrics appealed to him. He was not satisfied until the handiwork of the Spaniards was made plain.
A fascinating girl replied to his questions. Thus began the romance which ended Monday at an altar in an old mission in Yuma, Ariz.
