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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 HORLICK'S" he Original and Genuine HALTED MILK The Food-drink for Aii Ages \t restaurants, hotels, and fountain.*. Delicious, invigorating-and sustain ing. Vftop on your sideboard at home. ' Don’t travel without it. £ ryc.k iu^ch prepare ;n a minute I Take no Iritta- ©RLJCk’S’’ * ifon. hist say (Mot in An, Milk Trust 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. To Be Continued To-morrow. KODAKS m Bov. 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