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THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS A Novellzalion of the Plan Of the Same Name Now Running in New York. Natural History Lessons No. I---Ihe Hoofa W orm Ey DOROTHY DIX '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. Jnstinctly Jacob had come closer to Charlotte. He knew well what was this “busines's” 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 must never put into words. ‘‘But you are quite sure you ought not to be here*.”' Charlotte asked. Jacob looked with ail the stem fatalism of his rate, at the men who were to gamble with girl’s happi ness, then he turned with gentle ten derness to his fair-haired cousin. Quite sure.” he saldl Charlotte shyly held out her hand to her cousin, and the Duke caught th° other hand in his own, and a.s lie softly voiced his* ‘An revoir" he put his lips again to that little right hfMid. Was It an Omen? Was it an omen that as Jacob drew the girl away clown the long shady alley of the great hedges, he held his cousin’s left hand? \nd who can tell what the little Princfss Evelyn thought as she watched this other pair of cousins strolling beneath her tower 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 Pate showed such remarkable ability to play his game for mi. At last Duke Gustavus broke this silence so fraught ’itii meaning for him: “If you plese. gentlemen”— "Your Highness.” said Avschel hopefully; "yofT~ar< 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.” 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 $1-.* ooo.000 florins?” “O. we shall find good use for it, \nu 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 dition. Why trouble himself? Was it not the place of Providence and these very Jew's 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 . WHOLE FAMILY MEAL FOR 5c. ( 5c package of Faust Spa- • t ti will make a-whole meal a family of five. And it will a real meal—nutritious, tasty I satisfying. \ 5c package of Faust Spa- •tti contains as much nutri- II as 2 lbs. of beef. It is a glu ons food—gluten is the food itent that makes bone, muscle I flesh. i on have no idea how ‘many rerent ways Faust Spaghetti : be served to make fine, ipting meals—write for free ipe book. Sold in 5c ami 10c •kagos—serve it often. MAUL BROS., St. Louis, Mo. 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 he 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 Ixmdon, and trav eled to a little old house in .lews’ 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 marrv 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. 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” ”1 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 cartful and prudent ad ministration.” ‘‘Such a.s 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 (-loser about the loving hearts if 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 rhust be cast. 'I’he brothers stirred uneasily— they knew what was coming. Am schel spoke: “Pardon me. I should like to leave you now.” “T 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. “T apologize—but I won’t slay.” “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 a 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 vour permission to be quite eandid? You are on the verge of bankruptcy. Ore thing. I believe, and one thing only, ran save you. and that is"—•— Pl er( . even Solomon hesitated. "Yes. yes?" impatiently. "A ludioious marriage." Gustavus laughed in evident relief. ■We have thought of that, haven't sve, 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? "Youth, 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 realized the depth of its sacred im 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. f Gustavus laughed, j "If you compliment me you will make me suspicious." A line of his Virgil came to bis mind: "1 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 f to that?” Fehrenberg answered with the stiff ness of bis utter horror and amaze ment : "Your Highness, court etiquette has not Considered such an emergency. T have never heard 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 reanested 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 the 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 you/ proposal by my dread of bankruptcy?” I calculated on my knowledge of the world enabling you to consider its advantage impartially." "Ob, l 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 audacity is magnificent, but a little unusual.” He looked at the red 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 Evejyn! 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 come to a decision? This Is the great mo ment. If your Highness will but say ‘Yes’ now. the agreement shall be signed at noon to-omorrow and the money handed to you at once.” To Be Continued To-morrow, VTONG the mobt In- I terestlng of the native fauna and flora to be found In our midst if the hook worm This valuable! creature oolongs] to the categorv | of domestic ani ! ma Is ( genus hen - peckish and It forms a useful and indispensable adjunct to house hold- wherfe 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 seatiering specimens of It having ever been found in the coun fry. 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 origin?? 1 hook worm was dis covered by a fat woman with short a rms. 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 1 u r« provides for a*11 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 silver dollar, and it cannot distinguish an invisible loop from a chance to tear a hole with a hook in the^ack of an imported dinner gown. Likewise the hook worm is .very S : beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women :l! . J 7 ij j Now Girlish I! illct Kershaw Employs Simple Methods to Retain Her Natural Loveliness By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY. awkward and clumsy in the way in which it manipulates its antenna**, It having been estimated »hat it makes different motions and dabs and fum bles In trying to Insert a perfectly plain hook in a perfectly obvioifs eye. These faults of the hook worm are accounted for, however, by sci entists on the theory that, tt is ■tt|1 a u importer* lv developed ani- nial, and It yet C.uiLftEHTabout sev- I$trawl ‘ nte**n efliVUcmal SRJi/nr n -hands and four more pairs of eves In order to per form satisfactorily the function for which It was crea'ed. Doubtless these will be acquired in the process of evolution, and our great-great-great- great-great-granddaughters may re joice in the possession 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 habi‘s of the hook worm. as. although it is a do mestic animal, it absents itse’f from the house all day. only returning at night to be fed. Its 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, t h o ugh. that opinion among women is equally divided as to whether it is best to catch a hook worm when hr 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 waist*. 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 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 owns him .to guessing I’he 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 that is muffled and indistinguishable, but that sounds as if it started with a big. big D. B KAl’TY is exactly like a spring that wells up clear and sparkling from a pure source,’* 1 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 fall n on the five artistic plays at the Princess Thea ter, in New York, and Any Night” was a memory instead <»f a presen tation of a shamefully bitter reality. But it was a potent, poignant mem ory. fcnd the sweet, wistful-eyed girl sitting with me in the quiet office had Just presented n death-in-life portrait of Mary Magdalen of to-day. "Take the sad. sodden consumptive I have just portrayed: she lias the same features; she is really a differ ent phase of the Fancy l bad just been in Fancy Free." But the but terfly Fancy Js sovod. her wings are not trailed in the mud. and even though site is not a line, deep, spir itual creature, -!u* : 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 «nd 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 1 take very good raju* of them - and of the source of the fourttain. ’ Her Secret. “Ah, do lell^ me how you care for the beauty you -don’t think you pos sess." said I, eagerly. Willette Ker shaw is so genuinely girl so dainty and attractive tti the well-bred‘Sim plicity of simple blue serge and black and win • hat that she seems an ideal model for Miss Sweet and Twenty t» 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 idU HKX 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 t he 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 cask 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 coifies 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 vt'hen 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 the 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 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 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 was submerged with them and it never lose 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 holl and there seemed n Great Plenty, and when she dressed to meet the man of whom she could not have thought more 1f he had been hand- painted, 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 little green mess no bigger than a bug that had been stepped on. Miss Willett Kershaw in Two Charming Poses. Being Kind to Children hildren,” 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 r 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 sec Jhe 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. 'I’he conversation J or 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 w’ould just swallow a little fire and burn 'em " ‘Well, ain’t you really afraid of Ha, ha! That “‘Me? Afraid? makes me laugh.’ • ‘Well, ain’t you ?’ “ ‘No; I’m used to ’em. I’m a cir cus man. Did you ever see the m^n ir, the cage with the lions at the cir. j cus?’ "‘Yes; ( :-a\v a circus once, andl therf was a man right in the cage j with the lions!’ “ I’m that man. Nothing can *care 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 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 be 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 sph, th<*y 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 kiddies I teach are as know ing as an encyclopedia." said a teacher j 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 bis wife, ene-flfth to his son, one-eighth to is brother, and the rest to the hos pitals. What does each get?' ” “Yes?" inquired the friend, not very interested. "Bark came the reply from the small est boy in the clase. ‘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. Plenty of water for my hair, and plenty of cold water to bathe tired eyes. That is how I keep m w pet 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 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 war not. "No." said this observing young woman in answer to my interrogatory glance, I do not make up for street use. Apart from questions of good taste it is not pretty. And 1 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- will-ever-happen-aga in expression that a woman who has given all the world for nothing naturally comes to have. Then why copy her artificial complexion V “deannov-: 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, wors of all, her eyes lose all power to radiate mag netism and charm. The Bitter Side. "I speak from experienc -he went on in a hushed, hurt little voice it* which I could hear the vibration of deep tenderness. "My mother was killed in a railroad accident. That was a time of anguish 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 1 met. 1 almost went mad because I let my sorrow turn my whole nature to bit terness. "Probably there is in all the world S' a reel y one girl who has come to bo 20 without knowing life’s hurts. Think of the young girls you know whore faces have a sad and wistful expres sion whenever they relax and stop playing the game of keeping up ap pearances. “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 to tell all girls that bitter ness 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 l was in the Brown of Harvard’s’ company, that the indig nant Harvard 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 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 von 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 if 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. ;he fountain of beauty must sparkle in the clear sunlight." His First Mistake O NE of the first tasks they set the new curate, who was han dicapped by youth and inexpe rience. 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 irusband been 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 Selfna Jackson, my bairns go to school, and my 'usband’s doin’ what is necessary to a plateful of steak and onions at this very moment. Would you like to know anything else? Where I was born? When l 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 face than a poppy, was already In full flight. 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, ane 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 frequent wavings of her hediamone^ hands and forceful noddings of her tiaraed head. "Did you see the Dardanelles?" asked a sprightly debutante. "And the Himalayas?" inquired an other fair young hud. "I dined with them in Paris." replied he dowager, triumphantly. And she wondered why everybody smiled. 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