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“What is the nature of the security you could off^r us?’’ By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Instinctly Jacob had come closer to Charlotte. He knew well what was this ‘•business” they were about to discuss. “My nephew will take care of her." said Solomon firmly, “your presence is not necessary here. We know your views.” And Solomon never guessed the riot of feeling beneath Jacob’s calm exterior—nor what that feeling might threaten to his own well-laid plans. “Will you come with me?” Jacob’s voice thrilled with all the tenderness he murt never put into words. "But you are quite sure you ought not to be here?” Charlotte asked. Jacob looked with all the stern fatalism of his race, at the men wno were to gamble with a girl's happi ness, then he turned with gentle ten derness to his fair-haired cousin. “Quite sure." he said Charlotte shyly held out her hand to her cousin, and the Duke caught the oth« r hand 1n his own, and as he softly voiced hie ‘An revoir" he put his lips again to that little right hand. Was It an Omen? Was it an omen that as Jacob drew the girl away down the long shady alley of the great hedges, he held his cousin’s left hand? And who can tell what the little Princess Evelyn thought as she watched this other pair of cousin- strolling beneath her tower window? The Duke etood at tlie great hedge gate and watched the little white figure until it was dim and far There was a long pause. Even Solomon hesitated to speak, when Dame Pate Showed such remarkable ability to plnv his game for mi. At last Duke Gustavus broke this silence so fraught with meaning for him: “If you plese, gentlemen”— “Your Highness," said Avsche’. hopefully; “you are quite ‘are you wouldn’t rather have lun.h earlier and talk business afterward?” The Duke was a bit amused; “O, no!” said he. “Oh. well, it was only a suggestion ” Hut just at this hungry Juncture, luncheon seemed more essential to our country gentlemen than financing all the reigning prinses in the em pire. Solomon spoke: “Your highness, we l ave considered the question of a loan to you. May I ask how you purpose to invest such a sum as $12.- (*00.000 florins?” “O. we shall find good use for it, jnu may be sure. Speaking gener ally. 1 shall devote it to the improve ment of my circumstances." Gustavus’ tons showed the airiest amusement at his own bankrupt con dition. Why trouole himself? Was it not the place of Providence and these very Jews of Frankfort to see that royal treasuries do not collapse for lack of proper support? “Now. supposing that our firm would advance such a sum as you suggest," said Solomon, “what is the What Has Gone Before. Having backed heavily the peace of Europe Nathan Rothschild is discon certed to find that Napoleon has burst forth again, and all the bank er's outpouring of gold for national development in England will be en dangered. The banker hastens to Waterloo. There are the English, who have guaranteed to him that the peace of Europe shall be maintained. From a height above the field of bat tle Rothschild sees the whole of it. Rothschild sees that the wealth of the world lies in London, his for the taking if he can be 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. Perhaps some king was very hard pressed for money. ‘‘Lit tle Jacob" opposes Solomon's plan to marry Charlotte off to the Duke of Taunus. He is backed up by Frau Gudula. The Duke makes love to Charlotte. Now Go on With the Story, i WHOLE FAMILY MEAL FOR 5c. \ 5c package of Faust, Spa- etti will make a whole meal ■ a family of five. And it will a real meal - nutritious, tasty I satisfying. A r>c package of Faust Spa- etti contains as much nutri- n gs 2 lbs. of beef. It is a glu ons food—gluten is the food itent that makes bone, muscle I flesh. t'ou have no idea how many Ferent ways Faust Spaghetti i he served to make tine, opting meals—write for free ipe book. Sold in 5c and 10c •kuges—serve it often. MAUL BROS., St. Louis, Mo. nature of the security you could offer us?" "Security? Would it be customary to offer security in a matter of this kind?” * Gustavus did not often trouble his royal self with the details of such an every day matter as mere business. “It Is usuaj.” said Amschel. dry ly. He was still considering the way in which his suggestion as to lunch ing had been received. The Duke looked at Fehrenberg as at a, master. “Wall, we could pledge a part of my revenue—of my taxes” “1 must remind your Highness that you have already anticipated the m'xt five years’ income,” said Fehren berg. “But, gentlemen, the produce of the duchy could be enormously in creased by a careful and prudent ad ministration.” “Such as I will give it when he is my son-in-law,” thought Solomon. Fehrenberg went on. unconscious o. how he was drawing the net closer and clor.ar about the loving hearts if two unconsidered cousins —Jacob and Evelyn. “Inhere are extensive forests—some coal and mineral springs’-r— A Brilliant Idea. The Duke had a brilliant idea. He broke in: “Cannot I give you my per sonal security?” And here was the cue for Solomon to make his great suggestion. The time had come when the die must be cast. The brothers stirred uneasily— they knew what was coming. Am schel spoke: “Pardon me, I should like to leave you now.” “I don't understand,” said Gustav us. And in truth he did not. .What turn were matters taking? Ceremony was beyond Amschel. “At this point I beg to retire.” he said plaintively. “I apologize—but 1 won’t stay.” “Carl, with suave elegance, follow ed him: but the Duke and Solomon managed to retain Count Fehren berg and Nathan, the impassive Eng lish brother, us seconds in the duel of wits that was about to follow. There was an elaborate tensity in the atmosphere. The air. that great medium for carrying all “wireless” messages, conveyed in its taut still ness some foreboding to the four men who were about to.p.n fate, of what* this moment might mean to many lives. Gustavus was nervously toying with Evelyn's crimson rose. At a moment like this he vaguely sensed the presence, tho influence, of his girl ish cousin. “I am getting inquisi tive.” You Are Bankrupt. “Your Highness.” began Solomon with solemn intensity; "you give me jour permission to be quite candid? You are on the verge of bankruptcy. One thing, I believe, and one thing only, can save you. and that is” j Here even Holomon hesitated. Yes, yes?” impatiently. "A judicious marriage." Gustavus laughed in evident relief “We hav** thought of that, haven't we, Fehrenberg? We looked about for an alliance of that kind, but we could find nothing suitable!” He considered the beauty of the glowing red rose for a moment, and then, with a sudden access of feeling, buried his lips in his flaming crimson heart. Little Evelyn, little Evelyn, the time has come when all your good fairies must guard you! “What would your Highness con- \ sider suitable?” asked Solomon with grave insistence. The Duke laughed, but was there an undercurrent of bitterness flowing beneath the nonchalance of that laugh? "Yoifth, charm, beauty—and -and a great deal of money!" Still more gravely, Solomon made answer: “1 can offer you these qualities.” The Duke was evidently amused. “YOU can! I am overwhelmed by : the versatility of your enterprise! Where have you found a lady of my rank so admirably-fitting?” Then Solomon voiced* a truth so deep that even he who spoke scarcely realized the depth of its sacred im port. “Your Highness, th<? conception of equality is not the same to-day as it was yesterday. Times change. Your Highness is not one of those who re fuse to advance with the times.” Lifting' the Cloud. Always there is a little time of lift ing cloud before the storm breaks. Gustavus laughed. "If you compliment me you will make me suspicious." A line of his Virgil came to his mind: “I fead the Greeks even when they come bearing gifts." Nathan broke in: “Solomon—your Highness—I thing we should recon sider obr proposal" “Before I hear what it is," exclaim ed Gustavus. impatiently. “Come. Baron, what have you on your mind?" "I propose that you should marry my daughter, Charlotte.” Duke Gustavus of Taunus rose. His sword clattered against the stone rim of Cupid’s fountain. Evelyn’s red rose slipped from his fingers and fell unheeded at his feet. Perhaps he could soon trample on that blood-red rose and crush it Perhaps, but the second sped on. “Sir! Fehrenberg. you hear? What do you say to that?” Fehrenberg answered with the stiff ness of his utter horror and amaze ment : “Your Highness, court etiquette has not considered such an emergency. 1 have never he.-tiM of a precedent for such a proposal.” ”1 admit I am a little taken back. But you might have chosen a mo ment when I would have requested you to leave my house instantly as the most convenient conclusion to our conversation." Solomon answered the Duke: “Sir. in the choice of the right moment lies tho success of the game." "Are you a gambler?" the Duke asked with slow earnestness. “All games are not games of chance. I do ont trust to luck, but to calculation.” Knowledge of the World. “And you calculated on my being driven into accepting vour proposal by my dread of bankruptcy?” ‘ 1 calculated on my knowledge of the world enabling you to consider Its advantage impartially" "Oh. I appreciate the advantages," said Gustavus with slow scorn of himself who could be bought, scorn of the man who sold in his turn. "Advantages to both our families,' said Solomon. “Sir. you tempt me to speak with out reserve. You make me think of a highwayman gone mad; who says to me; ‘Stand! Take my money! It is yours. Refuse it at your peril!’ Such audacitv is magnificent, but a | little unusual.” He looked at tho red rose that lav- on the ground, and then picked it up very gently and threw it in tho dear waters of the Fountain of Uupid. Al is for the Princess Evelyn! Alas for Jacob! "Yet your persistence commands a certain admiration and attention." Solomon bent over the Duke, who had sunk to a seat on the fountain's edge. “And your Highness will conn to a decision? This is the great mo ment. If your Highness will but »iy ‘Yes’ now. thb agreement shall -be signed at noon io-omorrow and the mom y Jiandud to you at once." To Be Continued To-morrow. MONO the most In teresting of the native fauna and flora to he found in our midst Is the hook worm. This valuable rreature Of longs to the category of domestic ani mals (genus hen- pecklsb and It forms a useful and indispensab’e adjunct to house holds where no mnid is kept. The hook worm is Indigenous to the United States, and it flourishes moat plentifully In cities, only a f* w rare and scattering specimens of it having ever been found in the. coun try. Scientists differ concerning its history, but a consensus of the best authorities Indicates that its origin was contemporaneous with the com ing in of the fashion of frocks that button up the back, and that the great origina' hook worm was dis covered by a fat woman with short arma. From this small and humble begin ning sprang the millions of hook worms that now pervade the land and make glad the waist places of swell dressers by pulling togeth er belts that do not meet by four inches. Thus do we see how mar velously n a t u re provides for a.’l contingencies. In appearance the hook worm ig an elongated and tubular - looking animal with two feet, two anten nae (technically known as hand*), and two eyes situ ated near the top of its head, which Is not infrequently bald. Also it hus a tongue, which it shoots off with great rapidity and volubility upon occasions. Apparently the eyesight of the hook worm is very poor, as ft is un able to see a button unless it is the size of a silver dollar, and it cannot distinguish an invisible loop from a chance to tear a hole with a hook in the back of an imported dinner gown. Likewise the hook worm is very swk.vard and clumsy In the way in which It manipulates its antenna**, It having been estimated *hat it I ^ j makes 11,4Oft,Sf»l different motions and dabs and fum bles in trying to Insert a perfectly plgln hook In a perfectly obvious e-ye. These faults of the hook worm are accounted for, however, by sci entists on the theory that it is still an imperfect ly developed ani mal, and it yet lacks about sav- ente’en additional hands and four more pairs of eyes in order to per form satlsfaetorl'y the function for which it was created. Doubtless these will be acquired in the process of evolution, and our great-great-great- great-grqa:-granddaughters may re joice in the possession of hook worms with a full complement of faculties • hat will be able to do their appoint ed tasks and /aaten up a French con fection bef tre you could say “jSpat!" Little is known of the habits of the hook worm, as, although it Is a do mestic animal, it absents ltae»’f from the house all day, only returning at night to be fed. Its period of great- I est activity is just before dinner and theatre time, when it gets busy and may be heard making weird and profane noises. The boo* WO r m h exclusively a lady’s pet, men seeming to have no use for the animal, t h o u g h they are so highly esteemed by wo men. It should be stated in this con| nectlon, t h o ugh, that opinion among women is equally divided as to whether it Is best to catch a hook worm when he is young and break him in to your own style of faslenings. or to tie up with a hook worm that has beer, thoroughly trained by some deceased lady who was addicted to lingerie shirt waists Much is to be said in favor of each side of the question; but, ala*! there are many problems in life, and even the young hook worm who s conscientiously bent on doing his duty sometimes gets in bad, for in his excess of zeal he displays a skill that sets the woman who j owns him to guessing. The hook worm has a very limited vocabulary, the only two expressions j that it has over been heard to use being “Helen Blazes" and a word that | is muffled and indistinguisuah'e, but I that sounds as If It started with a | big. big D. EAl TV in exactly like a spring that wells up clear and sparkling from a pure source.” said Willettc Kershaw to me. ing my way back to sunshine ami th simple facta of every day after th final curtain hud fallen on the five artistic* plays at the Princess Thea ter. in Now York, an ! “Any Night" was a memory instead of a presen-* tation of a shamefully bitter reality. But it was a potent, poignant mem- qry, and the sweet, wistful-eyed girl sitting with nu» in the* quiet office had just presented a death-in-life portrait of Mary Magdalen of to-day “Take the sad. sodden consumptive I have just portrayed: she has the ’same features; she is really a differ ent phase of the Fancy I had just been in "Fancy Free." But the but terfly Fancy is saved, her wings are 1 not trailed in the mud. and even though she Is not a tine. deep, spir itual creature, she is still a woman, with the Joy-of-llving in heir veins sp she is sweet and pretty. And the other creature, with a different story written on her eyes and mouth, is almost repulsive to look upon.” “1 have never posed as a beauty. The only facts in my appearance that please me are hair and eyes so I take very good care of them—-and of the source of the fountain.” Her Secret. "Ah. do tell me how you care for the beauty you don’t think you pos sess,” said I, eagerly. Wlllette Ker- l.shbw is so genuinely girl -so dainty and attractive in the well-bred gim- rpjIJ.ity of simple blue serge and black and white hat that she seems an ideal model for Miss rtweet and Twenty to follow over the road to Springtime loveliness. "It is not much of a secret—and yet so few seekers after beauty seem to have heard of it,” said Miss Kershaw, Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. N engaged in washing \/\/ dishes," a woman of ex alted ideals advised in a woman’s magazine, “fix not your mind upon the sordidness of the task. Rise above it by looking with appreciative eyes at the delicate lints in tji$ china, its pure transparency, the softness of its curves. Learn the history of Dresden. Limoges and Sevres, and the task becomes an intellectual joy.” Daysey Mayme Appleton read, and what she read sank in 1o come out the next morning when she found herself confronted with the cask of washing greens. A young man. of whom she could not have thought more If he had been hand-painted, waj coming and he had expressed the yearning that .comes to all in the spring to have greens for dinner. She had bought a peck in the be lief that there would be enough left to last a week, and when she poured out cold water preparatory to wash ing them she fixed her mind on all that they represented: Springtime, freshening showers, the sunlight, the singing of the birds, blue skies, the drowsy humming of ins< *ts and fra grant zephyrs that stirred *.he leaves to dancing motion She washed , and washed and re- washed. digging hack into her brain for some knowledge of botany. “That is a scutate,” she said, taking a leaf through -even waters, "and this is a reticulate.’ rind here is a beautiful ex ample of the pinnated.’ She took the leaves through the fixVh, seventh, eighth and ninth wa- : i* rs. unconsciously thinking less each time of the tender zephyrs that had stirred the leaves to dancing, the bright sunlight and the gentle show ers There was an accumulation of sand that proved her task was only begun, and she washed the greens through four more waters. Her hack ached, she stood first on one foot and then on the other; her hands began to feel as if they belonged to the washerwoman, and her spirits began to droop. When she submerged the greens Into the twelfth -water her soul Mas submerged with them and it never rose again to the plane of exaltation advised by the woman of lofty ideals In the magazine. At last her task was completed and she put the greens over to boil and there seemed a Great Plenty, and when she dressed to meet the man of whom she could not have thought more if lie had been hand- palnt* cl, they boiled and boiled and boiled, looking a little less every time she lifted the lid. “It’s a whole peck of greens,” she said with a sob at the dinner table an hour later, putting before her Best Beloved a dish in the center of which was a 1 i(tie* jreen mess no bigger than a hug that had been stepped on. Being Kind to Children ^ tT doesn’t pay to be too kind to I children,” said Oritzen. "Why?”• asked the motherly woman. "Well. I’ll give you an illustration. We had a man come to dig our gar den. I know* well how* It hurts to dig. An innocent man can do enough dig ging in three hours to lame him-elf for three weeks. We were all glad to see the man come, and he seemed to be a very good sort of fellow. He was fon 1 of children He said our twins would not bother him at all. “William and Theodore hustled into their overalls and went out to watch the man, delighted to have him for a companion. The conversation lor the first half-hour was something like this: "‘Me afraid of snakes?’ said the man. ‘Well, I should say not! I eat ’em.’ ** “ ‘Do you like ’em?’ asked Theodore. "‘Oh. no; I just eat ’em to show that I can.’ "‘Don’t they make your ’ stomach ache?’ asked William. “’Not u bit. If they did I would just swallow a little fire and burn ’em up-’ . “ ‘Wen, a in t you really afraid of ’em V “ ‘Me7 Afraid? Hg, h i! That makes me laugh.’ “ ‘Well, ain’t you?’ “ ‘No: I’m used ;«• ’etp. I’m a cir cus man. Did you ever see the man ir. the cage with the lions at the « ir- cus T “‘Ye?; I saw a circus once, and there was a man right in the i::g*- \\ ith the lions!’ “ !'m that man. Nothing can scare me. But I’ve quit the circus business for u little while. I took to diggin’ just for a change.’ “After an hour or so the conversa tion was more like this: “’Here, you rapscallion! Move your foot!’ “ ’What for?’ " ’What for? I want to dig there. I’m not supposed to dig your feet. Here, let them things alone!’ "’What for?’ " ’Because your father will want to he able to find them Stop throwing that flirt. Don’t you hear your mam ma knocking on th** window pane at you? Here, who done that? I’ll have to tell your mamma on you. You kid- are a nuisance! Get out of here! ’ “It’s all right being nice to children for a while, but, you sec. they can stand it a lot longer than you can!’ concluded Grlfzen. Probably Right. School children know a great deal more than they used tc. In fact, some of them, in their*ow n opinion, at least, arc quite capable r.f tutoring their tutors. “Tho-e kiddies I teach are as know rg as an encyclopedia.” said a teacher \ve*-k or two ago. “li> what way?" asked his friend. "Well,” replied the scholastic person, o other day 1 act a problem in arith me: *•: \\ rich man dies and leaves a mifilon dollars. One-fifth Is to go to his wife, one-fifth to his son, one-eighth to brother, and the re?t to the hos pitals. What tines each gei ?’ ” “Yes?'' inquired the friend, not very “Back came the reply from the small- oit boy ii: the class; ‘A lawy er, sir.* ” His First Mistake Miss Willett Kershaw in Two Charming Poses. O NE of the first tasks they set the new curate, who was han- dicsfpped by* youth and inexpe rience. was to investigate the bona fide* of a “widow woman” who had applied to the church for help. He departed nervously on his errand and knocked, as ill luck would have it, at the wrong* door. "How long has your poor husband bt en dead, my good woman? What number of children have you? Are any of them working? If so. what amount of money are they earning altogether?" were the questions he fired, like shots from a revolver, at the slatternly woman who answered his summon-. “I presume I am ad dressing Mrs. Harriet Smith?” he •added, noticing, with alarm, that she looked angry. “No. you ain’t,” answered the wom an. snappishly. “My name is Selina Jackson. Tiy bairns go to school, and my ’usbund’s doin' what is necessary to a plateful of steak and onions at ihis very moment. Would you like, to know anything else" Where I was l:o!'fi . When I was christened? At what age I started courtin’? Per haps,” she concluded, sarcastically, rolling her tattered sleeve up above the elbow, “you’d like to see my vac cination mark before you go?” But the bashful curate, redder in the fa.-,* than a poppy, was already in full flight. whimsically. “It is just keep clean! Wash and wash and keep very, very clean—clean In body and mind and soul, until you fairly exhale a per fume of sweet, sane, cleanliness. Plenty of water for my hair, and plenty of cold water to bathe tired eyes. That is how I keep mpet as sets In good condition. And I don't neglect the lesser favorites.” The clear eyes looked at me with the grave sweetness that makes you feel that this slip of u girl knows life and the facts thereof. Not a trace of make-up of any sort gave to Miss Kershaw the appearance of being anything she was not. “No." said this observing young woman in answer to my interrogatory glance. “1 do not make up for street use. Apart from questions of good taste it is not pretty. And I can’t see why nice girls want to take their ideAs of beauty from women they would never know. They would not deliberately copy the lack-luster, don believe anything-worth-while- w r i 11- ever-happen- again expression that a woman who has given all th** world for nothing naturally comes to havtyr Then why copy her artificial complexion ? "Cleanness and simpl^ity,” I mused. “To you these make beauty.” “These and being in tune with life," answered th** girlish star. “If a girl Is hitter and discontented—-for just cause or merely because she is de liberately cultivating the bittern' in her nature, she gets down-droop ing lips, a pinched expression around her nostrils, and, worst of all, her eyes lost* all power to radiate mag netism and charm. The Bitter Side. "1 speuk from experience." she went op. in a hushed, hurt little voice m which I could hear th*' vibration of deep tenderness. "My mother wan killed in a railroad accident. That was a time of angui-h and bitterness. 1 hated the sun foi shining. I could have murdered the birds for singing. I almost felt a desire to take the iit'.* of any happy human being 1 met. I almost went mad because I let my sorrow turn mv whole nature to bit terness “Probably there i« in all the world scarcely one girl who lias come to be JO without knowing lift's hurts. Think of the young girls you know who- faces have .*■ ici and wistful expres sion whenever they relax ami stop playing the gaipe of keeping up a P - pea ranees. “Perhaps bitter experiences are bi -t of all, as Elber: Hubbard has .said. They are if you use experience in stead of letting it use you up. “I’d like to tell all girls that bitter ness and paint spoil the face with about equal thoroughness. And th« two in conjunction! They just de stroy every claim to beauty “Life is pretty impersonal. I found tout out when I was In the ‘Brown of Harvard’s’ company, that the indig nant Harvar*: students abused be cause the star (Mr Woodruff) wore the Harvard athletic H, to which, of course, he had no right. I could not be resentful nor bitter over their treatment of me; it was just what they considered the wrongful upp of a, sacred old custom that they were protesting against. "Well, life is like that—impersonal —she is not abusing you; she is just going ahead, and if vou get in the wav you will get hurt. So you have to learn that, and take things imper sonally—and keep In tune.’’ “Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, And a trouble is what you make it; And it isn’t how much you are hurt that counte. But only—how did you take it?" I quoted. “Exactly," assented the pretty phi!- osophe r. “If you keep * lean and sweet and simple, and in tune will life, the fountain of beauty must sparkle in the clear sunlight.” high Society. A new-rich dowager, only recently re moved from the environs of a Western packing house, has afforded much amusement while clambering / up the slippery rounds of the social ladder. One day, after she had returner! from circumnavigating the globe, -tie essayed to entertain a ('rawing rdom with a • boastful account of her travels. She i ‘'Hd been everywhere, and her flow of I English was augmented by frequent waving* i*f her bediamoned hands knd forceful noddings of her tiaraed heart 1 “D!d v<>u see the Dardanelles?" asked a sprightly debutante. “And the Himalayas?" inquired an- l other fair young bud. I “1 dined with them in Paris," replied I the dowager, triumphantly. And she wondeied why everybody * smiled. NERVOUS PROSTRATION Severe Case of a Philadelphia Woman—Her Symptoms. Philadelphia, Pa.—“I had a severe ease of nervous prostration. with palpitation of the heart, constipa tion. headaches, dizziness*, noise in my ears, tim id, nervous, rest less feelings and sleeplessness. “I read in the paper where a young woman had been cured of the same troubles by tak ing Lydia E. 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