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I v . <• ■: ' 5—2 o The Manicure i J,. A Romance of Great Wealth and the Game of Finance as Played hy Money Kings THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS A Novclizalion oj the Successful Play of the Same Name Now Running in New York Those Bulgarian Colors Lady What Has Gone Before. r- - — - of music, and I prefer the sound of vour voice to anv that 1 have heard.” By WILLIAM F KIRK T UNOP in the Head da> That old snr is worth about a n hasn't pave me a t stopping at the h are live wires, but way in the world. . I'll bet neither of dollar out of flaps “Oh. well, they’ll kicks off.” said th* “But it don't look Inp to do that little Head Barber. "The to kill as an angle break one of them ollars and he has h make ti it's just 1 could leir own as wrfll Immy a p# t it all when he Manicure Lady, i like he ia ever g<>- 3 thing. ’ replied the wart in an hard e worm. You can into four pieces and every part gets along and seems to he able td take a little nourishment, just like a full-sized worm. No. 1 guess the old chap will be here till he is around a hundred, and by that time, the way the hoys are going, they will be where they don't need no inheritance ” Very Funny. "I ha\? often thought tt wan funny myself." said the Manicure lately, 'the may some folks has everything they want and then don't seem to want any thing That sounds kind of mixed. George, but you know what T mean. T.nok at my I'nrle Frank, for Instance He la so mean, George, that he rolls himself around the parlor In s rubber tired chair so as not to tvesr out the rugs Poor Wilfred knows that Frank has all the coin In the world, nearly, and not a long time ago he braced un cle for two hundred dollars to print n volume of bis poems It seems WMIfred was over In Boston and met one of them phoney publishers thHt will publish any. body’s poetry If the poet pays for pub lication In advance and he thought he just had to have two hundred dollars to get out his book. Father tried to tell him that no good puhliaher done busi ness that way. but the hoy was set on getting the two hundred, so he decided to brace uncle for It. Wilfred prides htmaelf. George, on the way he goes about making a touch or asking any kind of a favor. He says that he plans It out careful, like Napoleon need to plan his battles. • About a week before he went to see about the two hundred he. wrote a lit tle poem boosting his dear Uncle Frank This Is how It went . •' Mv Uncle Frank, In him 1 point with pride He l* my uncle on my mother's side Like her. he is so gentle and no kind. So noble in his loving, so refined. That all who know him think the world of him And love to gratify hie every whim. His handsome face, benealh a snow- white head. Reminds me of the Caesars that are 4 dead. Almighty Providence T always thank For sparing through the years my Uncle Frank.' “That’s a pretty good boost for the un- i ele,” observed the Head Barber. Not Exact. | “It sounds ail right if you don’t know {he uncle.'' said the Manicure Lady, “but {here ain't a line of truth in the poem except that Frnnk is mother’s brother. He is as much like my dear Ma as apple-*i .(ark is like warm milk. Nobody never gratified none of his whims without filing paid for it. and they mostly had ■ fo wait for their pay, too. And as far as i fils handsome face reminding anybody of tUe dead Caesars, all I’ve got to say Is that after the Caesars looked in the glass they must have been glad to die *f**I guess Uncle Prank must have H£en wise to the salve in Wilfred's poem, because lie ain't no fool and knows down lfi his heart that he is a miserable old Skinflint. Anyhow, he didn’t make no £#ply to the verses, and when Wilfred Wjpnt to ge.t the two hundred he didn’t gat nothing except the gate Yes. in deed. George, the money in this world flin t divided right. If it was. I wouldn’t he setting here broke the day after pay fljBy.’’ Curses! ^Josephus Daniels has four boys who were extremely reluctant to leave ftreir home and playmates down in ftfelcigh when the time came for fftfeir father to become Secretary of the Navy. However, they kept back flip tears until it came to lairting with an old colored nurse who bad taken care of them since the eldest was born and who felt that she was too old to come along. The four ^Sungsters threw their arms around and it was a sobby occasion, .than Daniels, aged 11. was the to recover his speech. Said he: JJ 1 'Doggone Woodrow Wilson, any- Having hacked heavily the peace of Kurupc Nathan Rothschild ia discon- t cited i<> find that Napoleon has hurst forth again, and all the bank er's outpouring "f gold for national development In Kngland will lie en dangered The hanker hastens to Waterloo There are the English, who have guaranteed to him that the peace of Kurope shall be maintained. From a height above the field of bat- th- Rothschild sees the whole of **. Rothschild .-eos that the wealth of the wot'ld lie* in lamdon, his for the taking if he can be first on the ground with 1he news of the battle H<- hurries to London. and next morning appeared on the (exchange That night be went to bed $10,000 000 richer. Seven years later a great hanker left VJenua, another Naples, another I’aril) and another London, and trav eled to a little -old house in .lews’ Lane, in Frank fort-am-Main It was a gathering of the house of Rothschild Perhaps some king wan very hard pressed for money, “Lit tle Jacob" opposes Solomon’s plan to marry Charlotte off to the Duke of Taaintts. He is backed up by Frau (Judula- Now Go on With the Story, PLATES Made and Delivered ■ Same Day/ \ k $5 By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. There wag a moment of absolute tenseness while the aristocrats of Neustadt Castle waited for their Jewish hankers to make their way into the seeming peace and real hos- | tl llty of the quiet garden. Your true aristocrat, they say, is indifferent to superiors, amiable to equals and charmingly affable to in- i fcrlors, but whatever of cordiality I was meted out to the Jews* was to be • the pleasantness of the executioner I who asks if he may perform any ser- ] vice for you and theji with grave i politeness removes your head. To this there was to be a great exception in favor of Charlotte, whose dainty prettiness could sweep all be fore it in the social world, even as i her father surmounted all barriers I in his chosen realm—High. Finance. When Mto Jewish invasion became ' an accomplished fact, Duke Gustavus 1 rose with his unfailing sureness of manner to meet the occasion. “My dear Baron,” he said, shaking i liands with Solomon quite as one human being greeting another. "I have so often enjoyed your hospitality in i Vienna that 1 am delighted to wel come you and your brothers to my home. I am not quite sure—does Your Highness already* know these gentlemen ?’’ A Calm Little Snub. With the utmost simplicity the brothers Btarted to shake hands with His Most Serene Highness, who rose in calm indifference to the proffered greeti ig. and administered a calm j little nnub in addition: “Certainly—I have had the pleas- • ure. These gentlemen are so very | kind as to administer my small for tune”--- Solomon spoke suavely, and with grave courtesy—perhaps he thought to gloss over the dig. “Not so small. Your Highness! A very agreeable” liis Highness did not hesitate to cut this remark short: “Ah, yes. 1 do not keep track—but I suppose money has a way of accu mulating in the course of centuries.” Carl, whose family history went back so far as a father in a coin shop, longed to stare insolently through his newly acquired quizzing - grid ■ 1 > tnls aristocrat wh I . .. - ily and fonat.e might be rc< koned in terms . t o* ntui ms. "It need nc t always take centu ries,” said Solomon rashlv strong in the pride of accomplishment. “No,” answered the Prince coldly. “That depends on the method of col lecting it. 1 quite understand. N blesse oblige.” But he did understand "Noblesse < )blige! ” For even when joining the Duke in forced congratulations on the honor Just received from Vienna, he man aged to convey another barbed King by remarking that "honors that are sought after can hardly be deserved”: w hile poor, friendly, simple Amschel found himself stranded high and drv in the midst of a, to him. very charm ing conversation, while the Prince and Princess were conducted to the castie with due ceremony hy Mine. St. Georges and Count Fehrenberg, to rid themselves of the stains of travt 1. Apd the parting insult whs tangibly conveyed -the Prince and Princess found the stains of travel less ob noxious than the society in which they were for the time compelled to mingle. While Jacob stood proudly aloof I from the undeserved slights which 1 were being put upon bis rash uncles, little Charlotte was faring far bet- ; ter. She was even prettier than : (Justavus' most glowing recollection of her. and she* quite won Evelyn’s | approval as she stood like a very rose in her white taffeta gown, draped i by a soft green-gauze scarf, while her ! pretty girlish face was framed in a great white bonnet covered in misty i rose-colored plumes. Hut suddenly DR,E.G,GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS 244 Whitehall Street (Over Brown A Allen'*) Gold Crowns 54-Bridge Work S4 All Work Guaranteed Hour* |-8 Phone M. 1708 Svndayi 9-1 % m ■ i: ■ , X: :' & m' A X A stroll through the park on the momentous morning that was to determine whether or no this was to be his home for many years. Evelyn’s heart flamed, for Gustavus was complimenting the little Vien nese with an unusual show of ani mated interest. Baroness, may 1 say that your title of nobility suits you as well as your charming toilet.” “And is Just as new,” laughed Charlotte gayly. “But what is new can be fitting " “Is irony a new accomplishment of yours—and do you think it fitting for your highness?” Evelyn marveled—surely, this lit tle Jewess was no older than she herself was. but she would never dare answer (Justavus with this saury in difference, even supposing that her wits were nimble enough to compass the merry quip* that darted so easily from curving lips aided by hashing eyes. “Compliments may sometimes be sincere." said the duke. Charlotte answered with a little challenge. “I think that depends on who pays them." “On the contrary—to whom they are paid.” There whs a deeper note in Gustavus’ voice. Evelyn had been long enough ig nored. She plucked a glowing red rose from the fountain the flower . _ . of all in the world most unlike her j I nat IS I heir Game, own demure little self -and threw it with gay abandon at her cousin. “You are like me, baroness 1 never know when my cousin is serious or joking.” "Well.” said Gustavus. “very few things deserve serious attention- but charming ladies do! And I should like now to show the baroness our ild park—because I know it is beau tiful, too—and us like delights like. 1 know it will please her.” Do You Care to Come? Gustavus to ramble through the park with this pretty girl! In sooth and indeed Evelyn would go too! "Do you care to come?” said she, rising. “Yes. indeed! Ah. your highness, how you must love your old home.” His highness’ love for his beauti ful home was to be put'to the test in a way of which he little dreamed; and that test was coming soon very soon. But he answered now with gal lantry and some emotion: “I do. I am quite serious in my low*—for my old home.” Whereupon, with a pretty maid on either arm, Gustavus started off for a little stroll through his park on the momentous morning that was to de termine whether this was to be his home for many more years. Stillness reigned in the garden of the broken-armed Cupid for a mo ment after Charlotte left it gallantly escorted by. the reigning prince—then a bitter laugh marred the silence, and Jacob scornfully placed his bell- topped silk hat on his head. With solemn precision his uncles followed his example. There was no one present before whom they need stand uncovered—the Frankfort bank ers were alone! At last Amschel spoke with injured petulance. “Why do they all go away and leave us? Ah. perhaps Charlotte in terests the duke more than we do.” “Which is quite natural.” answered the pleased father. “And when they are natural, these people ignore us,” said Nathan. Amschel continued to voice his complaint. “I have a feeling all the time that their words are not as polite as they sound. Is that my imagination, or do any of you feel that, too?” it.” innoys me said Na- to feel — “Of course, we feel than. “And It annoyed!” Solomon the wise spoke: “But that is their game—to have us at a disadvantage. Why do you think we were invited here?” “We were invited to lunch.” said Amschel. “Do you know 1 never couhl t-ome here in a'friendly way—not to drop in casually—never!” Jacob broke his silence. “Ah. how I dislike being here at all, and the business we have come for—my grandmother is right in what she feels, and she has stayed at home.” "Indeed?” asked Solomon sarcas tically. "Well, you are not a child to hang on to her apron-strings—thougn you have not our age or experience." "We are all having an unpleasant experience. Whatever I am. I wish 1 had not come,” began Jacob. Who knows what breach might have come in the family council of the bankers who Kuod together, never forgetting their father's admonition, that although each separate twig might be weak, a bundle of faggots might scarcely be excelled in strength. But their social ostracism and mar tyrdom ended at this juncture. The situation had weighed heavily on Fehrenberg’s consciousness, sin* 2 it was. after all. due entirely to ism. so he escaj>ed from the Prince of Klausthal-Agorda with a prompti tude with which one does not often leave even an abdicating monarch, and came back to do the honors of Neustadt for the benefit of his in vited guests. One sad lit’tle incident threatened to mar the situation beyond even his diplomatic powers. “May 1 show you our collection *>f old coins?” asked he, and then a waVo of horrified recollection swept over him—these men were the sons of a little old Jew of Frankfort who ha.l laid the foundations of the family for tune in an old coin shop. “1 should say old arms, which might interest you.” And so peace was restored, and the garden left tenantless, as a (‘harm ing place for the duke and Charlotte, who returned just then from the tour of the <park. Poor little Evelyn had been dis patched by her kingly cousin to look after their cousin, the Princes of Klausthal-Agorda—and even when a king is also one’s cousin it is wise to obey his royal mandate, especially whin one can easily trace the issu ance thereof to a desire to be alone with a pretty rival. “1 have not tired you?” asked Gus tavus with politeness in which there was just a trace of tenderness. Ten derness was an ingredient which he well knew how to mingle in his con versation with a pretty woman. Charlotte answered with the sweet simplicity which would some day make her a dear old lady quite like grannie. “I am not so easily tired. Ah. your highness, I like the old trees in the park so much better than these trimmed hedges—they Are very won derful." “Because they are more natural. And I think simplicity should'appeal to you.” “Don’t you love nature?" When a woman is beginning to feel an inter est in a charming man she likes to assure herself that he likes nature, flowers and children the things dear- to her woman-heart. “Yes. But to be perfectly honest, I Small Courtesies By MRS. FRANK LEARNED. Author of “The Etiquette of New York To-day." would rather look at a pretty woman —like you.” This last was very low. but Charlotte’s small pink ears were attuned to catch it—‘‘than a land scape.” Always Back to Women. Charlotte laughed. “Whatever sub ject we choose, you always bring it round to woman.” The old gray stone seat where Eve lyn had lingered a little while ago was now the background for Char lotte’s newer charms. As the girl lifted her softly tinted face in unconscious eagerness this clever trifier in the butterfly world of pretty women came closer. What a fascinating little witch she was, he thought. Just then Charlotte was not thinking; she was only feeling vaguely, in disturbed fashion, a gentle agitation quite new to her. "Woman!" The duke’s voice thrilled as he spoke the magic word. “Woman! The beginning and end of all. If a man of my age were to talk | to you of anything but yourself he I would be a hypocrite.” The duke had been toying with the great red rose that Evelyn had flung ! him. Now. with easy familiarity, he ; brushed it .(.cross the girl’s white throat, her delicately molded chin and brought it to rest at last on her curving lips. One does not lightly reprimand a reigning prince. The girl spoke very gently: “Practice a little hypocrisy, please.” Pretty Speeches. “No. You prefer me to be natural, and I want to be what you wish.” “Perhaps pretty speeches are nat ural to you. but I am not used to them.” She looked at the duke with gentle, provoking dignity. “How can that be, if you listen to what people say to you?” “At home they talk very different ly—” “Business always?” laughed the duke. “No. Yesterday I talked about music with my Cousin Jacob. He is a friend of the composer Rossini. Oh. 1 am very much interested!” “In your cousin or his conversa tion?’’ asked the duke, banteringly. Charlotte considered for a moment. “Well, in both; for. curiously enough, we had never met before.” ’Shall we talk about music?” asked the Duke, impatient of the dis cussion of Cousin Jacob or any other masculine intruder. “I am very fond rose and walked to the fountain of Cupid. Hhe sank in evident agitation on its stone edge. and. with a quiz zically tender smile, Duke Gustavus of Taunits knelt on the coping at her side. “Does your reflection please you as much as it does me, for then all your reflections will be fair indeed?” he said: and. taking the slender hand in his own steel grasp, he kissed it just w here curving arm sloped to dimpled wrist. Flushing, paling, Charlotte raised her innocent young face to the fasci nating worldly wise one so close to hers, and at this particular psycho logical moment Fehrenberg brought his tour of the castle grounds to a close! Behold the Fates. The Count smiled in serenely ac customed amusement at this tableau of which hie sovereign was a part. Solomon joyously beheld the Fates preparing to grant his dearest de- j-/lre. The brothers took .heart of grace from the idyllic scene; but Jacob’s mein was as somber as bis black coat. With his heart burning its telltale message and his eyes for all to j-'ee, he stood in the shadow of the high old hedge, and in the gloom of the feeling; he must never quite acknowledge even to his own yearn ing soul. He must say something. That he well knew, but what? He cudgelled a throbbing brain; then at last, ”a beautiful collection.” he murmured. “And valuable. Of great value,” said the Italian representative Carl, in tones of his Neapolitan art train ing. “1 wonder if they have forgotten lunch!” was Amschel’s comment. The Duke became aware of his duties a? host, and of a little chance to air his new knewlodge. “You are interested in art. all art?” he said to the cousin who had in truded on his tete-a-tete for one mo ment. “How can one help it?” answered Jacob. “The expression of the beau tiful—” “And especially in music, I under stand.” “Perhaps—yes. But how could you guess that?” “Your cousin told me.” “Did she?” asked Jacob. So that first conversation meant no more to her than this. She could tell it in an idle moment to the rule of Neu stadt. to the man to whom she was to be sold in a marriage that would per haps. after all. not be a loveless one. Jacob knew he should unselfishly re joice, but his heart refused to give over its dull aching. The moment seemed to Solomon to be a most propitious one. “If Your Highness has a few min utes, might we not use them for * discussion of our business?” “Certainly. But the Baroness?” questioned Gustavus. May I—’’ asked Fehrenberg easily. This daughter of the Jewish banker was a very lovely young woman. “If we arc to talk of my affairs, I cannot very well spare Count Fehren- berg.” said the Duke, conscious that Fehrenberg’s knowledge of affairs in the Duchy was far more extensive than his own. To Be Continued To-morrow. Up-to-Date Jokes “It’s no use talking." remarked Banks, dejectedly. "It’s impossible to make a woman understand even the first principles of finance.” “What’s the matter now?” inquired Henderson. “Matter!" ejaculated the disgusted Banks. "Why, when i was away yes terday the baby swallowed a dime. And what does my wife do but call in a doctor and pay him five dollars for getting that coin back.” Clergyman (indignantly)—You say you haven’t anything to be thankful for? Why, look at your neighbor Hayes; he has just lost his wife by Influenza. Burke—But that don't do me any good; 1 ain't Hayes. Mrs. Gabbleigh (nudging her hus band. who is snffring)—William, you'd make less noise if you kept your mouth shut. Husband (only half awake)—So’d you. Tourist <to native)—W r hat is the object of greatest interest in your town, sir? Native—Well, I should say Old Sol omons, the money lender, is! HAD to put cold water com- I presses on George’s head when * it came home,” confessed the president of the club. “He took it awful ly hard.” “Tom nearly had apoplexy,” put in the blonde secretary, gleefully. “I never knew before that a human man could turn so absolutely purple!” "T just took mine out of the box to wear to this meetin,” said a mere mem ber. "Walter when he saw It rushed wildly from the house. If I didn’t know that he always calms down after an unsettling shock I should really be disturbed and wonder whether he ever would come back.” “They always act that way over any thing new.” said another member. “Ed gar behaved Just the same over the full skirt and then over the' skimpy one, over the collar that runs up to the ends of your eyebrows and over the Dutch neck! There is no use pay ing any attention to them!” The door slammed Just then and an other member almost fell into the room. She wore on her head a concoction that resembled the famous explosion In a paint factory. “I’m late!” she gasped. “I thought at first that William had a stroke of paralysis, but when he came to and I found it was only my new spring hat I came away and left him, horrid thing!” “I know Just bow you feel,” said the blonde secretary. “Now this spring hat of mine is really mild compared with some of the others you see—it has only purple and orange and pink on it— yet you Wouldn’t believe the time I had with Tom! “After my first tour of the shops I knew f 1 should have to educate him very carefully to the new Bulgarian color scheme of life. I took to lead ing him by shop windows and point ing out the loudest example*. After he ceased to halt like a stricken deer with shudders running through his frame at sight of a cerise straw with a Washington monument in yellow run up one side of it, and could view with out alarm a grass-gren canoe with a masthead of violet crimson tipped with orange, I concluded that the time was at last ripe to lead him to the theater. “We got there early, so we could see the audience gather. Tom sat bolt up right, looking as if he had been stung, when there floated down the aisle n dream of a? hat in those w onderful flame color plumes with a bit of palest lav ender on the brim. "He groaned aloud " ‘Why, that’s Mrs. Jipps!’ I said. 'They live in the big house at the end of our block, dearest. She must have brought her hat from Paris.' Awful! Awful! “ ‘She got that in a millinery' shop attached to an insane asylum,’ Tom growled. “A minute later I directed his at tention to the woman who was tak- ing a seat just in front of us. She had on a perfect beauty of a hat—a pur ple straw with roses shaded from pale green through pink and yellow and blue—a work of art, my' dear—and I told him that her husband’s income was $100,000 a year and that she once invited me to tea. ‘ If he’s got all that money,’ said Tom feebly, ‘why doesn't he buy his poor wife a real hat instead of having her w'ear one made up of scraps from the leftovers of fifteen years? If you had to wear a bat like that—’ Then he stopped and stared. “Three girls had come in together and one of them wore a hat of green and lavender, the second wore one of pink and yellow and the third wore a combination of all the other colors that were left. “ ‘Pity me!’ Tom moaned and beat his hands together. 'What is this coun try coming to? Oh, Sadie, take me home, take me ho-o-me!’ I really felt sorry for him at the end of the play when all those women put on their hats simultaneously and the lights were turned. I took him home a saddened and suffering man. Then 1 sprung my new hat on him next day. “He didn't say anything. He just moaned feebly. Before he caught his breath I instructed him to thank his stars that it wasn’t any worse. You’ve seen what women can do in the line of hats this year,’ I told him. so re joice that I was as merciful as this! T could have done lots meaner things ’ HeN at resigned look than get purple, orange and pink' tha beginning to wear now!” “They needn’t talk!’’ grimly added the woman with the paint factory ex plosion “They only have to look at the things—we have to do that and wear ’em, too!” By BEATRICE FAIRFAX D'A 1 ’ i a ti NEW HOME"—1018-S GET A BOOK. EAR MISS FAIRFAX: an you tell me of any new games they play at .parties, and how they are played? Some In which there will be very little kissing, if any. 1 do not favor these kissing games, and therefore am in trou ble. as there is to be a party at my home within a short time and I do not know what games to play, as they know all about the old ones, The list you give does* not include ana grams. a very fascinating and wit-de veloping pastime. Please omit the kiss ing games. Children under ten have that privilege, hut It is not the best taste for any one older. You will find i h complete list of suitable games on 1 any book counter. See this latest expression of present-day requirements and BUY it. Also NEEDLES, our make, for all machines. We RENT—sale rebate—and repair. Try us. Call, write, or use either phone. The New Home Sewing Machine Co. 10 Equitable Bldg. Hall and F.dgewood Ave. Entrances) D [ PAY AT THE TIME. AR MISS FAIRFAX: 1 was Introduced to a young lady one night, and she handed me a ticket for a dance that her club was giving. After she left some of my boy friends said i should have paid for the ticket immediately. Were they right, or I, in thinking that I should pay for the ticket the next time I meet her? STUPID. It is not a matter of importance. The best way is to pay at the time. It puts a man in a better light and might save the girl some embarrassment. EFFICIENT attention is not given to the little everyday courtesies, the trifles which help to smooth the way and help to win the good will of others. A pleasant how, a cordial greet ing. a word of thanks expressed at the right moment, a friendly clasp of the hand, these are not difficult things, yet how often they are neg lected. An important small courtesy is the cultivation of a memory for faces and names, to he able to “place” people, as the saying is. to remem ber just where one has met them and with what occasion or special event they are associated. To speak immediately of something in connection with tlie last meeting, or of something personal in order to show interest, is sure to give pleas ure. A very necessary eburtesy is to put others at ease always. If one greets an acquaintance whom he has not met for a long time it is polite to say. “1 hope you remember me. 1 and Mrs. ” It is neither courteous nor well-bred to try to puzzle an acquaintance as to one's identity or to say blandly. “Don’t you remember me?” or something equally indefinite, while the troubled acquaintance searches her mind and and to have time to fill places of those who can not come. It is a small ‘ourtesy and at the same time a mark >f true friendliness and obligingness for a friend to accept with cordiality when asked - at the last moment to fill a vacancy. In home life the small, sweet cour tesies need to be practiced. We must be polite to the members of our household and not save manners for guests only. Too much is taken for granted in the home circle. 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