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A Romance of Great Wealth and
the Game of Finance as Played by
Money Kings.
FIVE FRANKFORTERS
A Novelization of the Successful
Play of the Same Name Now Being
Presented in New York.
By KATHRYN KEY.
opyright, 1013, by the New York Even
ing .Journal Publishing Company
PROLOGUE.
The Ride from Waterloo.
O X rt debt of the rolling plain
that-sweeps upward to Mont St.
Jean, and just hack of the road
to °hain. stood (wo nten. Or, rather,
"lie of them stood and the other
r.uirhtd beside him. Before them
'I ,ilP ’ Plateau, dim masses
nt scarlet and black moved back anu
forth. Horsemen dashed past them
without a gl in. e. Far beyond and
down the slope was that which one of
Jpiie men longed and dreaded to see -
tile army of N'apoleon deploring for
the fight.
Save a spyglass a , s powerful as
money could buy. there was nothing
about him to mark a mflltarv man
His elothes were Mack anti his cra
vat white. His stockings were black
silk, but he was mired from head to
foot. His short, crisply curled,-black
hair hung dank and limp, framing a
strong face that wa- gray and drawn
with agony of mind and weariness of
body.
None of his colleagues on the Lon
don Exchange would have recognized
Nathan Rothschild as he stood on the
field of Waterloo on that gloomv June
morning nearly a bundled years ago.
His servant now looked anxiously at
his face, now nervously at the misty
scene before them, and now longingly
toward the dark wood at their rear,
where a man held two thoroughbred
horses. Both men wbre shaken with
dread, but their terrors were of fax
lifferent kinds. The servant plainly
feared for his own skin. The master
was heedless of their physical iieril.
The servant touened his coat.
"Master." he said, timidly, "let us
go back to tlie wood. \\ e can see just
as a well from there."
Without lowering the gtass, his
master tnrew him an impatient look.
A Caesar of Finance.
"Go bat k," he said. "Wait for me
there. ”
Tiie next instant he was alone. His
sleep-hungry eyes were weak and un
certain and he lowered the glass and
moved slowly forward for a nearer
view. For more than two months he
had scarcely slept. For many, many
days this cool and immovable Caesar
of finance had led the life of a com
mon soldier and had seen the grim-
ness of camp an I campaign.
Three months before he and his
brothers, the famous Frankfort sons
of the founder of their house—had
heavily backed the peace of Europe.
It was a time of reconstruction, the
dawning; of a iew era. The day of
blood was done. The plowshare and
4 the ledger were Jo supplant the so!
dier and the sabre. He ad seen the
vision of the new and wonderful prog
ress of mankind. With a liberal hand
lie had poured out his gold to give the
lile-bloo 1 to commerce that should
<lear the way for the triumphs of
scibnee and establish the empire of
f brains and industry.
And then Fate had laughed at him.
A lion had burst the twigs that bound
him. The Man of Destiny had struck
his foot on the rim of France and
from far Gibraltar to the caftes of
.Jutland Europe trembled to his tread.
Armies sent to take him had kissed
the hoofs of his horse. Kings and
princes had fled at the sound of his
name and their thrones swayed emp
tily behind them. And with them
the house of Rothschild swayed and
tottqred.
Nathan could stand it no longer.
He left London and hastened to the
battle field. Here he had seen fresh
proof that fate was mocking him.
The Man on Horseback was riding
through Europe. He had fought
fourteen battles in sixteen days and
his enemies had drawn back from his
invincible arm. shattered an:! stunned.
He struck and wheeled and struck
again and t! ■ might of Europe
crumbled before him.
And now but cne slender lv*pe re
mained to this man of banks and
books and to the peace and welfare
of generations yet unborn. On the
far edge of the plateau w-here he
stood was massed the fighting power
of the unconquerable English. He
knew them. He had lived among
them- an alien and yet one of them.
And because he knew them he had
poured out his fortune on the founda
tion of peace. These, his countrymen,
were there to make good tne pledge
- they had given him that the peace
of Europe would be maintained.
Fie strode quickly on. stepping over
his ankles in pools of rain water, and
not seeing where he stepped.
barelv noticed that his serw nt.
shamed, had come up with him *& ain -
He wa«; making for another rise fat-
the- t" the Mft. whieh.^ he _belle\ed.
a commanded
| he died, ’ she added softly, as some
day soon, perhaps, they will pray for
| me.”
.laoob quickly put out his hand and
covered hers. "Nonsense Grannie,
you mustn’t talk that way,” >© rr>*
cheerily. "Why. I never saw y<m
looking younger or more beautiful in
. my life."
The Frau rapped his knuckles with
a spoon. "You are a flatterer, little
Jacob.” she rebuked him. tenderly.
Hut this is the only home I’ve
ever known.” he said gently, taking
up her command as to marriage
"And it’s the only one I ever want
to know, grandmother."
A Race for Homemakers
"Thai's what you say, now. my
dear, returned the old lady, wisely.
Hut one of these fine days some
pretty girl will come along and make
I you more ambitious, my dear. Re
member. we come of a race of home
makers. we Jews. Home Is the very
foundation of our race."
Jacob thoughtfully munched a roll
and made no comment, and the Frau
: gently turned the talk into less per
sonal channels.
"How long are your holidays to
be?" she asked.
"I don't know'." he replied. "I don’t
even know w'hy I’m here. T’ncle Solo
mon # sent a message saying I was
to leave everything and come at
I once.”
"Nathan came yesterday,” said his
grandmother. "He had the same mes
sage Neither he nor Amschel knew
what it was for. Carl is coming from
i Naples—he is on his way. I heard
! from him—Solomon had told him
nothing.
Jacob drank his coffee slowly.
"There must be some very big mat
ter on hand.” he guessed
1 "Most likely.” agreed his grand -
i mother, a little indifferently. "T
shouldn’t be surprised if some king
were very hard pressed for money."
T
He reeled to his horse and hung, limp, at the bridle. Tin red lines of the English were moving 1 back from the edge of the plateau.
and back toward the forest and
watched the rear of the English linos.
Flour after hour slipped by and
he saw nothing. The shrieking roar
of the cannon and gusty roll of the
musketry swept down on him in an
unbroken flood.
"Let us go. master.” bagged the
servant again and again, bat there
was no reply.
Suddenly.at his
stream of soldiers
pell-mell for the s 1
They were follow ed
servant darted for t
master stood rigid.
knew now! The heavy cavalry of the
Corsican was advancing to the final
assault. A speck appeared above the
lisa of tiie plateau—a dozen, a hun
dred, a thousand—and the lohg line
i f horsemen surged onto the *plain
The watcher groaned and prayed
’None!" exclaimed Ro’hschild.
"Where is my own?"
Your own?” echoed the landlord.
And then through the mud and the
lines of weariness he recognized the
Croesus who had left the blooded
horses and carriages in his charge
left
a pi ran
a broken
•d running
)f the woods,
by cavalry. The
to horses, but the
The next instant
1 horde of French horsemen was in
' the midst of the fugitives, their
I sabers gleaming dully as they rose
( and fell. For an instant Roth-
| schild was about to follow his ser
vant. Then through his glass ho saw
that the uniforms of the fugitives
Were black—the Brunswickcrs. He
I guessed the truth and groaned and
i mopped the cold sweat out of his eyes
[that he fnight see more <•loarl> The
I French had carried La Have S.iinte.
!()ne of t-he wings of the army was
' broken anrl the terrific, uproar far
! down below the plateau in the other
l direction told of the stern assault on
’ j Danker and his servant were on the
for tne j roa £ to osterid, driving through the
5 a J nan 1 lines of refugees at break-neck speed.
; the other. Bn
i English Iinea h;
Again for a .<
grim word fro.
long line^ of v/t
| ene'd skulkers.
ready mounted
] slinctively he
felt that a erisi
till he stood
id not wavered,
mg time there w;
o the front, saw
iund€d and the fright-
His servant
and waiting,
drew back
s was approaching,
The Numbness of Lespair.
And tlien i c;
horse and hung
He raised the gl:
>d lines
j back from the
limp
tO
-‘Tig'tk
1.- reeled to his
, at the bridle,
nake sure. The
h we 1? moving
the plateau. It
Even at that distance his glass had . two days before.
1 aught the gleam of the decorations) The word that the battle was lost,
cf the leading horseman, and he knew! brought by hundreds of skulkers and
that that man who rode a dozen I wounded who had seen the English
engths in the forefront was the brav- v ‘ as every lip, an;, the
cst of the brave—the reckless Ney ; landlord was only too glad to offer
anil behind him rode the might ot- e-rvlces ns coachman and leave
i,. ; his inn in other hands. In ten min-
1 ’ , , . | utes after they had dismounted the
The watcher s eye swept the fro"* banker and his servant were on th
of that mile-long line,, and for the roa( j •
moment he forgot that he was a man ij nes
cf peace, forgot the tremendous stake ,
to himself, his family and mankind j ** -kORl lor JJOVer.
that hung in the balance, forgot that; a rainy, misty dawn was breaking
for centuries his people had not I when the wornout horses were pulled
know n the sword. The blood leaped I U p at the waterfront of Ostend. where
to his .pale face and a sparkle to his now is the broad bathing beach and
eye as there stirred within him the bath houses and hotels. Then there
spirit of Maccabeus, of the race that) was nothing but the hutg of the fish-
w as before Israel’s spear was broken j ei men. At the door of one of these
and he - place made desolate. Rank Rothschild knocked and the fisher-
on rank, wave on wave, on they came man came out.
tossing manes and drumming hoofs* "1 want a boat at once and a
and rippling banners and the w ar cry, J skilled sailor to take me across to
"Long live the Emperor!’’ boomed Dover.” he said,
out over all. “To Dover
A hoarse answering shout came “Yes.”
from the Dutch, th^ pipes of the* “To-day!”
Highlanders shrieked a last defiance. I *‘A es, yes—to-day."
t’ne guns belched death into their {banker, impatiently,
ranks, but there was no sound <1 j markable about that?"
quiver in the squares of the English ' The door of the next hut opened and
—theirs w as the silent, stern weU j another man came out. In a few
come of a warrior breed to the feast minutes the wotft^ had spread along
of blood. the row of houses and half-a-dozen
Suddenly a gap opened in the roar- {rough, weather-beaten men were
ing flood. The sunken ditch of Ohain | gathered in the gray light about tin*
had swallowed a thousand horsemen, [banker and his servant.
But' the rest surged over them and I "He w’ants a boat to take him to
on. Now they w ere upon the squares. J Dover," explained the first fisherman.
. The watMier elos?d his eyes and who was called Jaquc by his friends.
j prayed. For a bare instant the wave , "And they all stared at th** banker a:
i t.i . k: m.,,, . c * !‘f «nrt/j (tiiniti' a rut rtiiocilvlv /l>.
chord the fisherman.
view of the French
r a rmy.
A Corsican Thunderbolt.
It was a dim day. following a night
,f rain, but with bis glass he could
n^ri^r^wktdejdwh^thu
{.tattle had not begun. At that xer>
"d'beneath hM feet trembled and
Mu U n"°at .ds°tmp
t ie l'lies The die was east. Bar
harisnt and civilization
tenth grapple. the
His glass could not pieri < >ne
, e n( , jpet tore up the
, m rV and s^aUered him with mud and
Sovvly lnd relnetantlv he drew back
V Fountains & Elsewhere
Ask for
With his servau
himrelf to the saddle.
"Let us go." In* said in a
he could not bring
♦urn his horse’s head
of despair, the bitter
dull voice,
ng himself to
The numbness
■spair that re
ining like a bi’Nnv above the rocks
Its sides were giant horses and giant
men. and its crest was flecked with
the Hash of heavy blades and th
some queer and possibly dangerous
animal.
"Well, what of it?" he demanded,
angrily. "Which man among you
volts
ii v n. m as upon him
doubt in the mind
moment that NJ-
mnted to the sad-
he plain beyond
with the light of
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I of his foe. At tae
1 ban Rothschild m
lie the man In t
urned to an aide
avage triumph in his eyes:
••Ride like the wind to Paris and
| ‘ell them the battle is won! ’
Barbarism had triumphed. The 1
scourge of God was free to lash Eu- I
rope. The banker looked again for a {
last despairing view of the field and
n cr> burst from his lips. Where the
wavering, swaying lines had been a
moment before, there were thirteen
red blotches on the gray face of the
plain. And at that moment the lit
tle man on the white horse in the
plain beyond ordered the cuirassiers
of the guard to c harge the English on
•he plain of Mont St. Jean. One
crushing bloy . and he would have ful
filled the bigger half of his plan to
drive the English into th.' sea and
hurl the Germans into the Rhine.
In front of the crimson squares the
cannon shot up jets of gray earth.
The English guns bellowed in angr\
menace. Between the agonized
watcher and the silent squares wa a
small.clump of horsemen—the flower
of England’s cavi-i'ry had been cu*. to
pieces and their bodies lay among the j
I blazing ruins' of Ln Have Saintc.
! Ney Leads the Charge.
J As he shared and listened, the roar]
of the guns dPd away and there fol- |
1 lowed a stiilness more awful than the*
{thunder of the fight. Wh.it had hap-J
■ pened? He j
gleam of helmets A moment thu« j wants i<> make five hundred francs in
hung the terrible wave, and then with ;a day?”
an earth-splitting roar it burst. { ".But. my lord.” protested Jaques.
. look at the sea ! wouldn’t venturi
OF-’ Out 01 Thirteen. . out into it for a thousand francs."
When the watcher looked again be- j ,“M- V loi ' d ’ > ' <« d n°' more than stance
fore him on the plain was nothing hut i ’’’e sea. c... his servant took e long
a great seething blur. This was the | shlv ered. A gale from the
last and final blow. No mere men. |^ orl1 ^ ea wfls dr t vln ft hordes of
however brave, could stand before the
weight of the tremendous, steel-clad
missile the Corsican had hurled.
But slowly, as he looked, the wave
ebbed. Where the squares had been
he saw nothing but ghastly, writhing
smears on the plain. Further back
the horsemen drew and his heart gave
u mighty throb. Out of the inferno,
like a rock from the waters, emorg: j
an unshaken clump of red — then an-
roaring billows upon the shore.
"I'm not afraid of it. Why should
yum be?" demanded tli^ banker.
The fisherman looked him over with
a tolerant but respectful eye.
"We know the -ea and you don’t,”
growled one of them. “That’s why.”
“Two Thousand Francs. 1 '
Rothschild looked at the sea and
the rack of dirty gray clouds and
other anu another. Six he counted then at the fishermen and then he
where there had been thirteen. But
he knew that was enough. Those six
would hold the field of Waterloo.
He was but little more skilled as a
horseman than as a soldier, but he
drove the spurs into the sides of his
mount even a« his lips moved in a
prayer of thanksgiving. Bevond the
mea in, London lay the wealth of the
world for his taking if he could be
First on tlie ground with the news of
the battle.
"Ride. Isaac, ride!" he shouted to
his servant, and together t-hev thun
dered down the Brussels road, while
behind them the Old Guard turned j
jheii faces to the starlight and the j offea a larger sum when a yo
Prussian bayonets completed the work stepped forward.
thought of London.
"You wouldn’t go out into it for a
thousand francs?” he said turning to
Jaques. "Would you go for two
thousand ?”
The fishermen gasped and stared
at him and then at «\aoh other. Two
thousand francs! It was a small for
tune. But Jaques shook his head
"I have a wife and four little ones.”
he said.
"And f five.” muttered another
"And my old mother as well.” added
a third with a decided shake of his
head.
The banker had opened bis lips to
uiig man
d through
hing but
Destiny.
* * *
Brussels \xas a city of terror when
he galloped up to a deserted inn in
the black night and fell from the sad
dle utterly exhausted. His servant
dragged him in and demanded beds.
• Bed! No. my carriage!" cried the
banker, rallying his strength with a
mighty effort.
"But, my Lord, there is
stammered the landlord. H*
to b* 1 listening with one ear
guests, the other for the roar
"Heve you the two thousand francs
here?” he said.
"Yes.” replied Rothschild, eagerly,
and produced a heavy* wallet.
"If you will pay them to my wife
now I'll risk it. he said, quietly.
"Young fool!" growled one of the
grizzled veteran*.of the sea.
"Not so. papa." I.iugl»ed the young
if 1
man. "I have no little ones, and
none.” should be drowned Marie would have
eemedja fine dowry foi a new husband.”
to *ii>- j *lt was night wne.-i th< "young fom
of tiie i o' I pul his passenger ashore at Dover
. liop . . I. C ■ il lilt* Ft 1 < Sit- l Vk fit i I ,1 1 i
emphatically declined to embark, and,
indeed, his master had not urged him.
He was given money and told to fol
low in a safer way.
The banker chook hands fervently
with the fisherman.
"God was with us,” he said piously,
looking out over the dark water.
"And you are a bravo man. Here!”
He jerked out his wallet, stripped it
of a handful of banknotes and press* d
then into the young man’s hand. Half
an hour later he was riding at lop
gp cd on a fresh horse down the road
to London.
Twice in ihe nigh; he chjfnged
horses, and when the Exchange
opened the next morning the awed
and frightened brokers eaw the head
of the great house of Rothschild lean
ing against a pillar on the floor more
dead than alive. They asked iiim no
questions, these men who had bet
he would lose. They were only Loo
anxious to reap the harvest of crowns
The defeat of England was written
on his gray, emaciated face, in his
wild and bloodshot eyes, and they
spent the day picking hie bones. And
he said nothing. They went to bod
that night mildly sorry that he was
ruined, regretting that England was
beaten and Europe again given over
to blood and rapine: but they were
glad they' had had the foresight to
make something out of it. And the
b' st securities in Europe were dumped
in a flood onto.the market and sold
for anything.
The next morning. when banks
were tottering and the cataract of
securities had weakened because
there were no more to dump. Nathan
Rothschild, newly tailored and bar-
bered, smiling and joyous, appeared
on t»ie floor of the Exchange and told
I he news.
Blucher had defeated Grouchy ;<t
Ligr.y and Wellington had beaten
Napoleon, and the combined armies
i ad crushed the military power of
France. For a generation the peace
o'f Europe was assured.
In a hours it was confirmed
from half a dozen sources, and sc*
<• unties rose in leaps and bounds.
The rocking banks settl'd firmly back
on their foundations.
Flint night Nathan Rothschild wen
to bed nearly $10,000,000 richer and
dreamed of the future of the great
Frankfort house.
i 4 *
It was just seven years later that
a great banker in Vienna, confidant
of court officers ^jid power near the
imperial throne, sent out four letters.
A week or so afterward a great bank
er left Vienna, another left .Naples,
another Paris and another London,
all traveling as’ swiftly as the mean-
of the day woo’d permit toward a
little old ! housc in Jews’ Lane, m
Fra n k f or t -a m - M a i n.
it was a custom, amounting to a
superstition, with these men. that
whenever anything of great im
portance was to be discussed, any
grave decision to be made, it must lie
done in the old house Ip JewV Lane,
where their father, Maior Air.h*chel.
( ied, and where their mother, the
wonderful Frau Gudula. still lived.
Amschel, the eldest, who was Con
sul of Bavaria, still lived in Frank
fort, but not in Jews’ Lane. Fie had
received a letter from Solomon noti
fying him that the family was gather
ing - for a council. None but Solomon
knew what migh: be the subject of
the conference, but all obeyed the
summons without question -even t«>
Jacob, the nephew, and the joy of
the house, who was accomplishing
great things in Paris.
Frau Gudula was overjoyed, but un
moved at the prospect. There w is
no busy bustling about of servants
in her quiet house. Everything in that
simple, home v.as alway s ready for a«
many guesis as it would hold, and if
the guests did not like their enter
tainment they need not rnmo again.
live in a state commensurate with the
fortunes of her sons. She told him
to sell it for a profit if he could—an*,
he did. Sne continued to live quietiy
in Jews aane.
Her Wise Choice.
"Here I am loved
she said, "by everyon
There I should b» no longer respected
by the high nor loved by the low.”
The Romans erected .a statue to a
woman whose only claim to a distinct
personality was that she . was the
mother of the Gracchi. J’rau Gudula
had no sympathy with her. She was
as proud of her sons as was Cornelia.
She was proud of their achievements
and of the esteem in which they
were hold, but she had no wish to be
known as "The Mother of the Rotli-
ehilds." She was plain Frau Gudula,
an old-fashioned, homely old woman
with an eagle nose and a soft, gray
eye that hardened and flashed at a
tale of wrong or fault in honor. H^r
children wore still her children to her,
and no matter how many kings
bogged them for loans or heaped dec
orations and honors upon them sh.-
found time apri occasion to talk to
them as a strong mother talks, when
she felt that their honor might swell
tlmir heads to the point of breaking.
And this was one of the reasons
that all, councils of importance were
held in the old iious? in Jews’ Lane.
Not one of these men before whom
ministers of finance fawned for favor
would nave felt comfortable before
the eyes of the shrewd old woman if
the stroke that might vitally affect
the future of the house were deter
mined upon without her counsel.
Bo she lived, loved and respected, in
the old hquse where
it financial
the foundation
structure of the
Prince and beg
in the door of
was more fre-
Sio turned aw.iy
of the gn
Rothschilds was If
gar found their \
that house, and
quentl.v the princi
from it unsatisfied.
The old lane was too narrow for the
<m - of t lii days, but for
two day s past couriers had •clattered
up to Frau Gudula's door to prepare
her for the coming of her sans and
lier loved grandson. "Little Jacob.”
For all their haste and excitement
they failed to make much of an im
pression on tiie old household.
Frau Gudula merely told "old Ron* - .”
the housekeeper who had been with
her since Amschel was born, that all
of the family would he there for din
ner that night. Then she went ov r
the place and gave it a perfunctory
inspection. Her house was always
“Little Jacob” Arrives.
Doing this
scene in the
Rose threw In
haired, dark-
mlssed a touching
iining room, where
•on a young, black-
man, with tears
Rethchilds. but she was principally
Fra i Gudula. Amschel hud built he
I mii< fiiliii Mouse, w here she iri.^ht
and choking greetings. The young
man hid behind a curtain and Rose
tip-toed lo the kitchen when th-y
heard the Frau's foosteps in the hall.
The young man waited until the
dame was* deep in the inspection of a
linen closet and then he slipped softly
out from his hiding place.
"Grannie!” he called suddenly.
The old woman started and turned.
The young man w as smiling and hold
ing out both hands to her. She
blinked as if in a strong light and
slowly at first, and then with a rush
she ran to him and threw her arms
about him.
"Jacob!” she • ried, with something
like a sob of joy. "Little Jacob!
How you startled me!"
He laughed happily as they hugged
and kissed each other.
"Where have you sprung from?"
demanded the old woman, wiping her
I eyes.
“Paris," he said* She 7 took him bv
the shoulders end stood him off at
arm's length and gazed into his face
j with sw imming eyes. He was a
grandson t«» !»*• proud >»f. she thought
j With hi* long nlsek hair, and pale
J ff!« e end sofi dark eyes he iooke.fi
I more of the dreamy philosopher or
i>oet than the keen-yvitted financier
he had proved himself to be. All this
passed through Frau Gudula’s mind,
but she said nothing of it. She only
shook her head ami exclaimed with
wonder:
"How people travel nowadays! I
think your Fnele Carl is in Naples
and suddenly a courier comes an
nouncing his arrival. But lie hasn’t
been here yet. Ah. it is good to have
children! There is only one thing
le tter. Jacob, my little boy," and she
folded him to her grandmotherly
bosom again, "and that’s to have a
fine, splendid grandson like you."
Jacob acknowledged the compli
ment by kissing her gray hair ten
derly. Whereupon his grandmother
drew back and looked him over once
more.
His Promptness.
"How long have you been in Frank
furt. my dear?”
He smiled. "Five minutes.”
And you came straight to me!”
He was kissed again.
"Of course," lie laughed. "My ser
vant has laJten my things to Fnele
Amschel's, but I haven’t been there
yet.”
"You have arranged to stay with
Amschel ?”
"Yes.”
"And you’ve had nothing to eat,"
guessed his grandmother, giving the
bell-pull a vigorous yank. "I expect
you are famished!”
Jacob laughed merrily. Fie was still
a little, ever-hungry boy to the oil
woman. "Oh, no, I'm not,” he pro
tested.
"You must be, child”’ returned the
Fiau, severely. She haled him to the
table and had Rose bring rolls and
coffee and settled herself to watch
him eat. There was some method be
sides much love in this move. There
was an air of the world about her
favorite that gave the old Frau some
* uneasiness and she began to pump
| him adroitly. Even In those days
i Paris was a cause of concern to
j elderly ladies with young men in the
family. . '
She began by remarking that he
looked pale and he reassured her by
i pla'’ M.; it on the grounds of the
j hard journey. Then she went on to
Isay that she felt lonely sometimes
| and uneasy about all of her children.
; scattered to the four quarters of
Europe. "You should have a wife
and a home,” she told him gravely.
’ Why don’t you come to Paris.
‘Grannie,’ ’ he smiled, "and look after
me?"
She shook her head. "Ah, child, I
am an old woman, and I like to live
with my anemones here—where my
husband lived. We want peace and
quiet when we are old, you know. I
have just come from the synagogue—
] love to go there. It is a real rest
to sit in that quiet corner where my
father used to sit and later my hus
band. There we prayed for him when
HE young man chuckled his ap
preciation of the old lady’s
matter-of-fact view of the im
portance of the house.
"Well, Grannie, that’s no novelty,”
he said. "Our family has known
kings to be hard up before. Many of
them regard us as the world’s philan
thropists.”
"Well," said the frau, pursing her
lips judiciously, "if this particular
king is respectable and reliable, I
don’t see why we don’t accommodate
him as we have many monarchs be
fore."
Jacob nodded sagely. “Ah. yes,
that’s the main point—as long as he
Is reliable."
He suddenly remembered that he
had brought a present for his grand
mother and he fished out a small par
cel and presented it to her.
"Some old lace—Bruges,” he ex
plained, as she hastened to a window
to examine it with little cries and
exclamations of delight.
"How beautiful! It is quite a hun
dred years old.”
“it is supposed to have belonged to
the Countess of Speyer," the young
man remarked.
"Speyer!” repeated the old woman,
softly, and slowly lowered her hands
and gazed at him. "My mother came
from Speyer, and perhaps her fa
ther had to step into the ditch when
the princess rode by—and now I am
to wear her lace! Ah, but life is
strange.”
It was near time for afternoon cof
fee when Amschel arrived. He sel
dom failed to arrive at about that
time. He was large, especially about
the waist, with a placid, Teutonic
countenance that had sometimes
lured the unwary Into thinking they
could take advantage of him. He
greeted his nephew with simple, open
German affection, than which there
is nothing more beautiful and whole-*
some in the world. He was dressed
in badly fitting buff clothes wjth a
decoration or tw r o on the left breast.
Jacob recognized that conversation
would be impossible until his uncle's
creature wants had been attended to.
When he was comfortably seated ln a
big armchair, with a cup of coffee
in one fist and a large buttered roll
ln the other, his nephew addressed
him.
“You have become Consul of Ba
varia since I last saw you, uncle. I
congratulate you.’
Uncle Amschel hastily swallowed
an enormous mouthtul and waved
the congratulations aside with the
roll.
“Don’t, nephew,” he said, as soon
as he could articulate with compara
tive distinctness. "Honors and title
make you a mark for beggars—don’t
covet them!”
"But he is very proud of his bits
of ribbon, nevertheless,” put in hin
mother, with pride. "And I am very
proud of them, too.”
Thus supported Amschel took an
other swallow of the coffee and ex
panded.
"Mv friend, the Landgrave of
Hesse.” ne remarked, ‘‘patted me here
—he indicated the ample paunch—
and said, Amschel. you must get
stouter to make room for another
decoration I want to give you.’ The
Duke of Fulda was there—and laugh
ed.” chuckled Uncle Amschel.
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