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f THE The Manicure Lady A Romance of Great Wealth and the Game r_ | ; of Finance as Played by Money Kings J 1 HTT r/ | .'TA J 1 L7D A N. T1/ 1 1 3 ’ 5 1 i * F~) O A Novelization o) the Successful Play of the [ I ILL F 1 V 11, F l\/\lNlVr UK 1 ILIAC) Same Name Now Running in New York j Those Bulgarian! Colors "" of music and I prafor th» sound of VA/U„» U«, " " _ your voice to any that I have heard. By WILLIAM F KIRK 4 4 T pllINV.S Hin t spread out oven in the world." declared the Head Barber. "I am gotting to I j more and more of a Socialist every day. That old stiff that Just went out ■ orth about a million dollars and he I n - 't ftave me a tip since he has been si oing at the. hotel. Ills two sons « e live wires, but they make their own >va\ in the world, and it's Just as well. I'll bet neither of them could Jimmy a •Jod'T out of papa." >h, well, they’ll get it all when he k s off.” said the Manicure Lady. •3ut it don't look like he is ever g<»- r, to do that little thing." replied the H d Barber "The old wart is as hard kill as an angle worm. You can h* tk one of them into four pieces and f v ,*y part gets along and seemj to tie hiill) to take a little nourishment, Just 1 k<* a full-sized worm No, I guess the chap will be here till he is around a hv dred, and by that time, the way the i.i s are going, they will be where they dr i’t need no inheritance ” Very Funny. I have often thought ft was funny in:-self." said the Manicure I^ady, "the w y some folks has. everything they want and then don’t seem to want anv il ng That sounds kind of mixed, (',< orge, but you know what 1 mean. L ok at my Uncle Frank, for Instanee. !,' • Is so mean. George, that he, rolls nself around the parlor in a rubber •i-ed chair so as not to wear out the , Poor Wilfred knows that Frank ■ ts all the'coin In the world, nearly, end not a long time ago he braced un- , > for two hundred dollars to print a flume of his poems. It seems Wilfred ' as over in Boston and met one of them honey publishers that will publish any- ! ody's poetry if the poet pays for pub- i cation In advance, arid he thought he mat had to have two hundred dollars to ret out his book. Father tried to tell him that no good publisher done busi ness that way, but the boy was set on getting the two hundred, so he derided to brace uncle for it. Wilfred prides dmself. George, on the way he goes :4bout making a touch or asking any kind of a favor. He says that he plans it out careful, like Napoleon used to plan bis battles "About a week before be went to see about the two hundred he wrote a lit tle poem boosting his dear Unci© Frank. This is how it went: ••‘My Uncle Frank, to him T point with pride. He is my uncle on mv mother's side Like her. he is so gentle and so kind, So noble in his loving, so refined. That all who know- him think the world of him And love to gratify his every whim His handsome face, beneath a snow- white head. Reminds me of the Caesars that are dead. Almighty Providence I always thank For sparing through the years mv Uncle Frank.' "That's a pretty good boost for the un cle," observed the Head Barber Not Exact. "It sounds all right if you don’t know the uncle." said the Manicure Lady, "but there ain’t a line of truth in the poem except that Frank is mother's brother. He is as much like my dear Ma as apple jack Is like warm milk. Nobody never gratified none of his whims without getting paid for it. and they mostly had to wait for their pay. t his handsome face the dead Caesars, all I’ve got to say is that after the Caesars looked in the glass they must have been glad to die. "I guess Uncle Frank must have been wise to the salve in Wilfred's poem, because he ain’t no fool and knows down in his heart that he is a miserable old skinflint Anyhow, he didn't make no reply to the verses, and when Wilfred went to get the two hundred he didn’t get nothing except the gate. Yes. in deed. George, the money in this world ain't divided right if It was. 1 wouldn’t be setting here broke the day after pay Having backed heavily the peace of Europe Nathan Rothschild Is discon certed to find that Napoleon has burst forth again, and ail the bank er’s outpouring of gold for national development In England will he en dangered. The banker hastens to Waterloo. There are the English, who have guaranteed to him that the peace of Europe shall he maintained. From a height above the field of bat tle Rothschild sees the whole of “. Rothschild sees that the wealth of the world lies in J»ndon, his for the taking if tie can Iw* first on the ground with the news of the battle. He hurries to London, and next morning appeared on the Exchange That night he went to bed $10,000 000 richer. Seven years later a great banker left Vienna, another Naples, another Paris and another London, and trav eled to a little old house in Jews’ Lane. In Frankfort-am-Main. It was a gathering of the house of Rothschild. Per naps some king w’hh very hard pressed for money "Lit tle Jacob” opposes Solomon’s plan to marry Charlotte off to the Puke of Taunus. He Is hacked up by Frau Gudula. Now Go on With the Story. And as far as | r | e reminding anybody of ' f Curses! Josephus Daniels has font hoys who were extremely reluctant to leave their home and playmates down in Raleigh when tin* time came for their father to become Secretary of the Navy. However, they kept back the tears until it came to parting with an old colored nurse who had taken care of them since the eldest was born and who felt that she w:,s too old to come along. The four youngsters threw their arms around her and it was a sobbv occasion. Jonathan Daniels, aged 11. was the first to recover his speech. Said he: "Doggone Woodrow Wilson, any how!” By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-1)A Y ’S INSTALLMENT. There was « moment of absolute tenseness while the aristocrats of Xeustadt Castle waited for their Jewish bankers to make their way into the seeming pence and real hos tility of the quiet garden. Your true aristocrat, they say, 4s Indifferent to superiors, amiable to equals and charmingly affable to in feriors, but whatever of cordiality was meted out to the Jews’ was to be the pleasantness of the executioner who asks if he may perform any ser vice for you—and then with grave politeness removes yoifr head. To this there was to lie a great exception in favor of Charlotte, w hose dainty prettiness could sweep all be fore It In the social world, even as her father surmounted all barrier? in his chosen realm—High Finance. When the Jewish invasion became an accomplished fact, Duke Gustavu rose with his unfailing sureness of manner to me«t the occasion. "My dear Baron," he said, shaking hands with Solomon quite as one human being greeting another. "I have so often enjoyed your hospitality In 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 started t<» shake hands with His Most Serene Highness, who rose in calm indifference to the proffered greeting, and administered a calm little fnub 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" His Highness did not hesitate to cut this remark short: "Ah, yes. 1 do not keep track—but 1 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- glass it this aristoilat \vh ■ .. fa m ily and forum * might be r < loaned in terms , t c* ntui i**s. "It need ru t always take centu- said Solomon rashlv strong in pride of accomplishment. "No,” answered the Prince coldly. "That depends on the method ..f col lecting It. I quite understand. No blesse oblige." But he did understand "Noblesse Oblige!" 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”; while 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 castle with due ceremony by Mine. St. Georges and Count Fehrenberg, to rid themselves of th» stains of trawl. And the parting insult was 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 from the undeserved slights which were being put upon his rash uncles, little Charlotte was faring far bet ter. She was even prettier than Gustavus' 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 by a soft green-gauze scarf, while her pretty girlish face was framed in a great white bonnet covered in misty rose-colored plumes. But suddenly 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 I say that your title of nobility suits you as well as your charming toilet." "And is just as new,’’ laughed Charlotte gayly. "Buf what is new can be fitting- "1s irony a new accomplishment of yours and do you think it fitting for your highness?" Evelyn marveled—surely, this tie Jewess was no older than she herself was, but she would never dare answer Gustavus with this saucy in difference, even supposing that her wits were nimble enough to compass the merry quips that darted so easily from curving lips aided by flashing eyes. "Compliments may sometimes be sincere.” said the duke. Charlotte answered with fi little challenge. "I think that depends on who pays them.” "On the contrary—to whom they are paid.” There was 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 own demure little self—and threw’ it with gay abandon at her cousin. "You are like me, baroness l never know when my cousin is serious or Joking.” "Well,” said Gustavus. "very few’ things deserve serious attention—hut charming ladies do! Anti I should like now to show the baroness our old park because I know it is beau tiful. too and as like delights like, 1 know it will please her.” Do You Care to Come? Gustavus to ramble through the park with tjiis 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.” llis 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 love—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 lit- | followed his example. There w r as 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?” That Is Their Game. "Of course, we feel it, than. "And It annoys me annoyed!” Solomon the wise spoke; "Bjit that is their game us at a disadvantage. Why think we were invited here?” "We were invited to lunch.” said Amschel. "Do you know t never could come here in a friendly way—not to drop in casually—never!” Jacob broke his silence. "Ah. how 1 dislike being here at all, and the business we have come for—my grandmother is right in what, she feels, and she has stayed Lt 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 I had not come,” began Jacob. Who knows what breach might have come in the family council of the bankers who stood together, never forgetting their father's admonition, that although each separate twig might be weak, a bundle of faggots said Na- to feel — -to have do you 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' 3 it was. after all, due entirely to iain.. so he escaped from the Prince of Klausthal-Agorda with- a prompti tude with which one* does not often leave even an abdicating monarex and came back to do the honors of Neustadt for the benefit of his in vited guests. One sad little incident threatened to mar the situation beyond even his diplomatic powers. "May I show you our collection of old coins?” asked he, and then a wav * of horrified recollection swept over him—these men were the sons of a little old Jew of Frankfort who had laid the foundations of the family for tune in an old coin shop. "I should say old arms, which might interest you.” And so peace was restored, and the garden left tenantless, as a charm 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 when 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 answ’ered with the sw’eet simplicity w’hich 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 1 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 new’er charms. As the girl lifted her softly tinted face in unconscious eagerness this clever trifler 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 fooling 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 lo talk to you of anything but yourself he 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 across 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. She sank in evident agitation on its stone edge, and, with a quiz zically tender smile. Duke Gustavus of Taunus knelt on the coping at her side. "Does your reflection please you as much as it does me, for then ail your reflections will be fair indeed?” he said; and, taking the slender hand in his own steel grasp, he kissed it just where curving arm sloped to dimpled wrbt. Flushing, paling, Charlotte raised her innocent young face to the fasci nating worldly \Mse 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 hi.- sovereign was a part. Solomon joyously beheld the* Fates preparing to grant his dearest de- siire. The brothers took .heart of grace from the idyllic scene; but Jacob’s mein was as somber as his black coat. With his heart burning its telltale message and his eyes for all to >*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. O# great value,” said the Italian representative Carl, in tones of his Neapolitan art train ing. "I wonder if they have forgotten lunch!” was Ainschol’s comment. The Duke became aware of his duties as 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 a discussion of our business?" “Certainly. But the Baroness?” questioned Gustavus. "May 1—” asked Fehrenberg easily. This daughter of the Jewish banker was a very lovely young woman. . "If we are 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. “1 "It’s no use talking,’ Banks, dejectedly. "It’s 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 1 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 snoring)—William, you'd make less noise if you kept your mouth shut. Husband (only half awake)—So’d you. (to native)—What is the greatest interest in your Tourist object of town, sir? Native—Well. I should say Old Sol omons, the money lender, is! HAD to put cold water com 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. ”1 never knew before that a human man could turn so absolutely purple!" “I 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 1 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 how you feel," said the blonde secretary. "Now ihls 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 I 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 examples. 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 a dream of a hat in those wonderful 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, ‘w’hy doesn't he buy his poor wife a real hat instead of having her w r ear one made up of scraps from the leftovers of fifteen years? If you had to wear a hat 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 mokned 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. 1 took him home a saddened and suffering man. Then I 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 than get purple, orange and pink!’ He's beginning to wear that resigned look now’!” "They needn’t talk!" grimly added the woman w’ith the paint factory ex plosion. "They only have to look at the things—w’e have to do that and wear ’em, too!” =5 PLATES Made and Delivered Same Day DR. E. G. 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Children under ten have that privilege, but it is not the best taste for any one older. You will find a complete list of suitable games on any book counter. D KA' PAY AT THE TIME. All MISS FAIRFAX: 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 hoy friends said I should have paid for the ♦icket immediately. Were they right, or 1, in thinking that 1 should pay for the ticket the next time I mee* her? STUPID. It is not a matter of importance. The host way is to pay at the time. It puts a man in a better light and might save the girl some embarrassment. S UFFICIENT 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 bow. 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 be 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 the last meeting, or of something personal in order to show interest, is sure to give pleas ure. A very necessary courtesy 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, "I 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 is ill at ease from sheer forgetful ness. A quick reminder at once to one's name is obligatory and opens the way to conversation. Many persons are dilatory about replying to invitations to luncheons, card parties or dinners, although these require answers within 24 hours at least, as a hostess wishes 1 to know on whom she may depend and to have time to fill places of those who can not come. It is a small courtesy and at the same time a mark of 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. Relation ship does not entitle anyone to make rude, sarcastic, critical speeches. If one has to call attention to an error or correct a fault it may be done gen tly. When advice has to he given it is best to give it privately. Painful, Trying Times Housework is hard enough for a healthy wo man. 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