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r THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS A Nooeilzation of the Play of the Same Name Now Running in New York. Natural History Lessons No. I ---The Hook W orm By DOROTHV DIX. : Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women : How Girlish Willet Kershaw Employs Simple Methods to Retain Her Natural Loveliness “What is the nature of the security you could offer 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 "busineps” 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 teoice thrilled with all the tenderness he must 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 who 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 other hand in his own, and as he softly voiced his '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 cau tell what the little Princess Evelyn thought as she watched this other pair of cousins strolling beneath her tGwer window? The Duke stood at the 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 Fate •howed such remarkable ability to plav his game for ml. At last Duke Gustavus broke this silence so fraught with meaning for him: “If you plese. gentlemen”— "Your Highness." said Avschel. 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!" aaid he ’’Oh, well, It was only a suggestion." But just at this hungry juncture, luncheon seemed more essential to our country gentlemen than financing all the reigning princes in the em pire. Solomon spoke: "Your highness, we have considered the question of a loan to you. May I ask how you purpose to Invest such a sum as SI2,- 000,000 florins?” ”0, we shall find good use for it, .you may be sure. Speaking gener- . ally, I shall devote it to the improve ment of my circumstances." Gustavus’ tons showed the airiest amusement at his own bankrupt con- dtton. Why trouble himself? Was s not the place of Providence and bese very Jews of Frankfort to see hat royal treasuries do not collapse .or lack of proper support? “Now, supposing that our firm would advance such a sum as you suggest,” said Solomon, what is the A WHOLE FAMILY MEAL FOR 5c. A 5c package of Faust Spa- lietti will make a whole meal >r a family of five. And it will e a real meal—nutritious, tasty [Unsatisfying. A" 5c package of Faukt Spa- hetti contains as much nutri- on as 2 lbs. of beef. It is a glu- nous food—gluten is the food intent that makes bone, muscle ad flesh. You have no idea how tnany iffprent ways Faust Spaghetti 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 be 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^Iain. 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 Dike of Taunus. He is backed up by Frau Gudula. The Duke makes love to Charlotte. Now Go on With the Story, be served to make rnpting meals—write for ‘ripe book. Sold in 5c am ackages—serve it often. MAUL BROS., St. Louis, Mo. fine, free lOe 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 usual,” 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. "Well, we could pledge a part of my revenue—of my taxes” “I must remind your Highness that you have already anticipated the next 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 of how he was drawing the net closer and closer about the loving hearts of two unconsidered cousins —Jacob and Evelyn. "There are extensive forests some coal and mineral springs” 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 caat. 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 I 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, as 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 play fate, of what* this moment might mean to many lives. Gustavus was nervously toying with Evelyn’s crimson rose. At < moment like this he vaguely sensed the presence, the influence,.of his girl ish cousin. "I am getting inquisi tive.” You Are Bankrupt. “Your Highness.” began Solomon with solemn intensity; "you give me your permission to be quite candid? You are on the verge of bankruptcy. One thing, ! k*lieve. and one thing only, can save you. and that is” Here even Solomon hesitated. “Yes. ves?” impatiently. “A judicious marriage.” Gustavus laughed in evident relief. “W> have 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? < "Y’outh, charm, beauty—and —and a great deal of money!” Still more gravely, Solomon made answer: “I 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 j realized the depth of its sacred im- i port. "Your Highness, the 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. J "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 our 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. I have never heard of a precedent for such a proposal.” "I admit I am a little taken back. But you might have chosen a mo ment when l would have requested you to leave my house instantly as th£ most convenient conclusion to our conversation.” Solomon answered the Duke: "Sir, in the choice of the right moment lies the suocess 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 your proposal by my dread of bankruptcy?” "I calculated on my knowledge of the world enabling you to consider its, advantage impartially.’ "Oh, 1 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 vour peril!’ Such audacity is magnificent, but a little unusual.” He looked at the rod rose that lay on the ground, and then picked it up very gently and threw it in the clear waters of the Fountain of Cupid. Alas for the Princess Evelyn! Alas for Jacob! “Yet your persistence commands a certain admiration aha attention.” Solomon bent over the Duke, who had sunk to a seat on the fountain’s edge. “And your Highness will come to a decision? This is the great mo ment. If your Highness will but say ‘Yes’ now. the agreement shall be . sigifed at noon to-omorrow and the u v handed to you at once.” VIONG the most in teresting of the native fauna*, and J flora to he found j in our midst Is • the hook worm. This valuable creature Belongs ; to the category of domestic ani- i male (genua hen- j peckis), and 1 t j forma a useful and indispensable adjunct to house holds where no maid Is kept. The hook worm is indigenous to. the United States, and it flourishes most plentifully in cities, only a few rare and scattering specimens of It having ever been found in the coun try. Scientists differ concerning its history, but a consensus of thV 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 original hook worm was dis covered by a fat woman with snort arms. 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 aJl contingencies. In appearance the hook worm is an elongated and tubular - looking animal with two feet, two anten nae (technically known as hands), and two eyes situ ated near the top of its head, which is not infrequently bald. Also It has a tongue, which it shoots off with great rapidity and volubility upon occasions. Apparently the eyesight of the hook worm is very poor, as it is un able to see a button unless it Is the size of a sliver 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 ft shaving been awkward and clumsy in the way in which it manipulates its- antenna**, 'stimated? that it makes 11,406,831 different motions and dabs and fum bles ip trying to j Insert a perfectly plain hook in a perfectly obvious These faults of the hook worm are accounted for, | however, by *ci- | entists on t h e j theory that it is stili an imperfect ly developed ani mal, and It yet lacks about sev enteen additional hands and fouri more pairs of eyes in order to per- 1 form satisfactorily the function for whiyn it was created. Doubtless these will be acquired in the process of evolution, and our great-great-great- great-great-granddaughters may re joice in the ppssession of hook worms with a full complement of faculties that will be able to do their appoint ed tasks and fasten up a French con fection before you could say "Scat!” Little Is known of the habits of the hook worm, as, although it Is a do mestic animal, it absents ltsen’f from the house all day, only returning at night to be fed. Jta period of great est activity is just before dinner and theatre time, when It gets busy . and may be heard making weird and profane noises. The hook worm is exclusively a lady’s pet, men seeming to have no use for .the animal, though they are so highly esteemed by wo men. It should be stated in this con nection, tho 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 fastenings, or to tie up with a hook worm that has been 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, alas! there are many problems in life, and even the young hook worm who a 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 owns him to guessing. The hook worm has a very limited vocabulary, the only two expressions that it has ever been heard to use being "Helen Blazes" and a word thal is muffled and indistinguishable, but that sounds as if it started with a big, big D. By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY. { { EAUTY is exactly like a spring rS that wells up clear and sparkling from a pure source,” said Willette Kershaw to me. Slowly and gropingly I was find ing my way back to sunshine and the simple facts of every day after the final curtain had fallen on the five artistic plays at the Princess Thea ter, in New York, and "Any Night” was a memory instead of a presen tation of a shamefully bitter reality. But it was a potent, poignant mem ory, and the sweet, wistful-eyed girl sitting with me in the quiet office had just presented a death-in-life portrait of Mqry 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 1 had just been in "Fancy Free.” But the but terfly Fancy is saved, her wings are not trailed in the mud, and even though she is not a fine, deep, spir itual creature, she is still a woman., with the joy-of-living in heir veins— so 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.” “I have never posed {is a beauty. The only facts in my appearance that please me at e hair and e> es—so I take very good care of them—and of the source of the fountain.” Her Secret. "Ah, do tell me how you cane for the- beauty you—don’t think you pos sess." said I. eagerly. Willette Ker shaw is so genuinely girl so dainty and attractive in the well-bred sim plicity of simple blue serge and black and white hat that she seems an ideal model for Miss Sweet 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. “W’ HEN 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 tints in the 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 to come out the next morning when she found herself confronted with the task of washing greens. A young man, of whom she could not have thought more if he had been hand-painted, was coming and he had expressed the yearning that comes to all in the spring to have greens for dinner. She had bought a neck in the be lief that there would he enough left to last a week, and when she poured out cold water preparatory to wash ing them she fixed her mind on ail that they represented: Springtime, freshening showers, the sunlight, the singing of the birds, blue skies, the drowsy humming of ins*.-is and fra grant zephyrs that stirred :he leaves to dancing motion. She washed and washed and re washed, nigging hack into her brain for some knowledge of botany. "That is a scutate,” she said, taking a leaf through seven waters, “and this is a reticulate, and here is a beautiful ex ample of the pinnated.’ She took the leaves through the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth wa ters, 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 back 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 was 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 1f he had been hand- paint'd, they boiled and boiled and boiled, looking n little less every time she lifted the lid. "It’s a w hole 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 little tjrCen mess no higgerthan a hug that had been stepped on. Miss Willett Kershaw in Two Charming Poses (IT T 1° I chili To Be Continued To-morrow. oesn’t pay to be too kind to ldren,” said Gritzen. "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 himself for three weeks. We were all glad to see the man come, and he sqemed to be a very good sort of fellow He was fond 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 for 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 a bit. If they did I would just swallow* a little fire and burn ’em up.’ "‘Well, ain’t you really afraid of ’em ?’ "Me? Afraid? Ha, ha! That makes me laugh.’ “ ‘Well, ain’t you?’ " ‘No; I’m used to ’em. I’m a cir cus man. Did you ever see the man ir. the cage with the Hons at the cir cus?’ "‘Yes; I saw a circus once, and there was a man right in the cage wKh the lions!’ "'I'm that man. Nothing can scare me. But I've quit the circus business for a 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 vour 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 dirt. Don’t you hear your mam ma knocking on the window pane at you? Here, who done that? I'll have to tell your mamma on you. You kids are a nuisance! Get out of here! ’ "It’s all right being nice to children for a while* but, you see. they can stand it a lot longer than you can!’ concluded Gritzen. Probably Right. School children know a great deal more than they used tc. In fact, some of them, In their own opinion, at least, are quite capable of tutoring their tutors. “Those kiddles I teach are as know ing as an encyclopedia," said a teacher i week or two ago. “In what way?” asked his friend. "Well.” replied the scholastic person, the other day I set a problem in arith metic: ‘A rich man dies and leaves a million dollars. One-fifth is to go to his wife, one-fifth to his son, onc-eighth to j s brother, and the rest to the hos- nitals. What does each get?’ ” “Yes?” inquired the friend, not very !interested. j “Back came the reply from the small est boy in the class; 'A lawyer, sir.’ ’• 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. I Plenty of water for my hair, and plenty of cold water to bathe tired eyes. That is how I keep m*' pet as sets in good condition. And I don't neglect the lesser favorites.” J The clear eyes looked at me w’ith the grave sweetness that makes you feel that this slip of a 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, “l 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 tho lack-luster, don believe anything-worth-while- will -ever-happep-again expression that a woman who lias given all the world for nothing naturally comes to have. Then why copy her artificial complexion? “Cleanness and simplicity.” 1 mused. "To you these make beauty.” "These and being in tune with life." answered the girlish star. “If a girl is bitter and discontented—for just cause or merely because she is de liberately cultivating the bitterness in her nature, she gets down-droop ing lips, a pinched expression around her nostrils, and, worst of all, her eyes lose all power to radiate mag netism and charm. The Bitter Side. “I speak from experience,” she went on. in a hushed, hurt little voice in Which I douid hear the vibration of deep tenderness. “My mother was killed in a rtvilroad accident. That was a time of anguis*li and bitterness. I hated the sun for shining. I could have murdered the birds for singing. I almost felt a desire to take the life of any happy human being l met. 1 almost went mad because I let my sorrow turn my whole nature to bit terness. “Probably there is in all the worid scarcely one girl w ho has come to be 20 without knowing life’s hurts. Think of the young girls you know whose faces have a sad »nd wistful expres sion whenever they relax and stop playing the game of keeping up ap pears rices. “Perhaps bitter experiences are best of all, as Elbert Hubbard has said. They are if you use experience in stead of letting it use you up. “I’d like tp tell all girls that bitter ne‘*s and paint spoil the face with about equal thoroughness. And the two in conjunction! They just de stroy every claim to beauty. “Life is pretty impersonal. I found that out when I was in the ‘Brown of Harvard's’ company, that the indig nant Harvarc 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 wh^t they considered the wrongful use 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 you get in the way 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 troubre is what you make it; And it isn't, how much you are hurt that counts*, But only—how did you take it?” I quoted. ‘‘Exactly,” assented the pretty phil osopher. "If you keep clean and sweet and simple, and in tune with life, the fountain of beauty must sparkle in the clear sunlight.” O N E of the first tasks 'they set the new curate, who was han- dicapped by youth and inexpe- rient e. was to investigate the bona fldes 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 h* 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 summons. "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 riame is Selina Jackson, my bairns go to school, and my 'usband’s doin’ what is necessary to a plateful of steak and onions at tiiis very moment. Would you like to know anything else? Where I was born? 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 tlie bashful curate, redder in the face than a poppy, was already in full flight. 4 NERVOUS PROSTRATION Severe Case of a Philadelphia Woman—Her Symptoms. Philadelphia, Pa.—"I had a sever* case of nervous prostration, with palpitation of th* heart, constipa tion, headaches^ dizzinese. noise in my ears, tlm- Id, nervous, rest less feelings and sleeplessness. "I read in the paper where a x j young woman ',/> bad been cured of the same troubles by tak ing Lydia El Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, so 1 threw away the medicines the docto* left me and began taking the Com pound. Before I had taken half a bottle I was able to s*it up and in a short time I was able to do all my work. Your medicine has proved itself able to do all you say it will and I have recommended it in every household I have visited.”—Mrs, Mary Johnston, 1110 Siegel Street, Philadel* 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 returned from circumnavigating the globe, she essayed to entertain a drawing room with a boastful account of her travels. She: had been everywhere, and her flow of English was augmented by frequar waving* of her bediamoned hand/ .-s® j forceful noddings of her tiaraed ‘‘Did you see the Dardanelles?" rxixc* a sprightly debutante. “And the Himalayas?” inquire*’; an other fair young bud. “I dined with them in Paris," replied the dowager, triumphantly. And she wondered why everybody smiled. Ep Pa. 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