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4 TLJTTP m M THE FIVE FRANKFURTERS A Novdization of the Play of the Same Name Now Running in New York Natural History Lessons No. I ---1 he Hoofa Worm By DOROTHY DIX. “What is the nature of the security you could offer us?” By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1513, by the New York liven ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Instinctly Jacob had come closer to Charlotte. He kpew 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 fcnlm exterior—nor what that fcelinR 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 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 hip *Au revoir" he put his lips again to that little right hand. Was It an Omen? Was It an omen that as Jacob draw the girl awrfy down the long *na<\> 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 stood at the great hedge gate and watched the little white figure until it was dim and far. Then was a long pause. Even Solomon hesitated to speak, when Dame Fate showed such remarkable ability to plav 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 r arc you wouldn't rather have lunh earlier and talk business afterward?” • The Duke was a bit amused; “O, rto!” 9aid he. „ “Oh. well, it was only a suggestion.’ r But just at this hungry juncture, luncheon seemed more essential to our country gentlemen than financing all the reigning princes In the em- J 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 $l-‘.- •'00,000 florins?” t " “O, we shall find good use for it, vou 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- Ition. Why trouble himself? \A as not the place of Providence and nc.se 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 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 w'hole of it. Rothschild sees that the wealth of the world lies in Lori*don, his for the taking if lie 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’ I^ane. 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 hacked up by Frau Gudula. The Duke makes love to Charlotte. Now Go on With the Story. A WHOLE FAMILY MEAL FOR 5o. A .’>c package of Faust Spa g'netti will make a whole meal lor a family of live. And it will be a real meal— nutritious, tasty and satisfying. A 5e package of Faust Spa ghetti contains as much nutri tion as 2 lbs. of beef. It is a glu tinous food—gluten is flu* food content that makes bone, muscle | and flesh. You have no idea how man,, different ways baust Spaghetti lean he served to make fine. | ■tempting pieals -write for tree j Irceipe book. Sold in dc and ldr J.’ackagcs—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 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 fwo unconsidered cousins —Jacob and Evelyn. "There are extensive forests—some coal and mineral springs” A Brilliant Idea. The Duke hart a brilliant idea. He broke in: "Cannot I give you my per sona! 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 1 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 FYhren- berg and Xathan, 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 tn its taut still — rf.ps some foreboding to the four men who were about to p:ae fatp. 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 hi:- 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? Yon are on tbe verge of bankruptcy. One thing. I believe, and on? thing only, can save you. and that ir' Here even Solomon hesitated. ‘ Yes. yes?” impatiently. “A judicious marriage. Gustavus laughed in evident relief. •We have though 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 wr>uld 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: “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, 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. | "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, w r hat have you on your mind?” "1 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 hpar? 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 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 the success of the game.” "Are you a gambler?” the Duke asked with slow earnestness. "All games are not games of chance. 1 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, 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 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 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 come t<» a decision? This is the great mo ment. If your Highness will ‘but say ‘Yes’ now. the agreement sh^ll be signed at noon to-omorrow and the mnne. handed to you at once.” MONG the most In teresting of the native fauna and flora to be found In our midst Is the hook worm. This valuable creature oolongs to the rategorv of domestic ani- n\als (genus hen- peck is). and l t forms 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 moat 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 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 original hook worm was dis covered by a fat woman with short arm*. 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<ll contingencies. I n 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 w’it'n 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 back of an Imported dinner gown. Likewise the hook worm is very awkward and clumsy In the way In which it manipulate* its antenna**, it having been estimated »hat it makes 11,406.8*1 different motions and dabs and fum- ble* in trying to Insert a perfectly plain hook in a perfectly obvious eve. These faults of the hook worm are accounted for. however, by sci entists on the theory that if is still an imperfect ly developed anl mal, and It yet lacks about sev enteen additional hands and four more pairs of eyes In order to per form satisfactorily the function for which it was orea'ed. Doubtless these will be acquired in the process of evolution, and our great-great-great- great-grea t-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- i fedtion bef-»re you could say “Scat!" Little is known of the hafcits of the hook worm, as, although it Is a do mestic animal, It absents itself from the house all day, only returning at night to be fed. It* period of great est activity is just before diaper 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 mo 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 la 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 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. The hook worm has a very limited vocabulary, the only two expressions that it has ev»r 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. : Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women : How Girlish Willet Kershaw Employs Simple Methods to Retain Her Natural Loveliness By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY. ^ ^ 1“'* EAI’TY is exactly like a spring l“S that wells up clear and sparkling from a pure source." said Willett© Kershaw to me. j Slowly and gropingly 1 was find ing my way back to sunshine and the I simple facts of every day after the j 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- 1 tation of a shamefully bitter reality, j But it was a potent, poignant mem ory. and the sweet, wistful-eyed girl sitting with me in the quiet office had Jufit 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 if saved, her wings are not trailed in t lie 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 eves and mouth, is almost repulsive to look upon." “I have never posed as a beauty. The only facts in my appearance that please me are hair and eyes—so 1 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. Willette* Ker shaw' is so genuinely girl—so dainty and attractive in the w'ell-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 To Be Continued To-morrow, HEN engaged in washing dishes,” a woman of ex alted >deals 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, Us pur© transparency, the softness of its curves. Learn the history of Dresden. Limoges and Sevres, and the task becomes an intellectual jov.” Daysey Mayme Appleton read, and wffiat 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 peck 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 all that they represented: Springtime, freshening showers, the sunlight, the singing of the birds, blue skies. the drowsy humming of insects and fra grant zephyrs that stirred the leaves to dancing motion. She washed and washed and re- w'ashed. digging back 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 acJhed. 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 tw'elfth 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 if 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 h£r Best Beloved a dish in the center of which was a little green mess no bigger than a bug that had been stepped on. Being Kind to Children T doesn’t pay to be too kind to children,” 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 w r eeks. We were all glad to see the man come, and he seemed 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 stomaefi 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 rus man. Did you ever see the man ir. the cage with the lions ^t the cir cus ?’ “‘Yes; I saw a circus on< e, and there was a man right in the cage with the lions!’ “ I'm that man. Nothing can scare me. But I've quit the circus business for a little w’hile. I took to diggin' just for a change.’ “After an hour or so the epnversa- tion was more like this: “ ‘Here, you rapscallion! Move your foot!’ “ ‘What for?’ t “‘What for'.’ I want to dig there. I’m not supposed to dig vour 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 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, ai least, are quite capable of tutoring their tutors. "Those kiddies I teach are as know ing as an encyclopedia," said a teacher a week or two ago. “In what way?" asked his friend. "Weil,” 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, one-eighth to s brother, and the rest to the hos pitals. What does each get "Yes?” inquired the friend, not very interested. "Back came the reply from the small est boy in the class; • ‘A lawyer, sir.’ ” Miss Willett Kershaw in Two Charming Poses. whimsically. “It is just keep clean! Wash and wash and keep very, very clean—clean in bodv 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 \o bathe tired eyes. That is how I keep nv' 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 known 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 w r ant to take their ideas of beatify from women they would never know. They would not deliberately copy the lack-luster, don believe anything-worth-while- will-ever-ha ppen-aga in expression that a woman who has given all the world for nothing naturally comes to have. Then why copy her artificial complexion? "Cleanness and simplicity,” I mused. "To you these make beauty." "These and being in tune with life,” answered the girlish star, “if a girl Is hitter and discontented—for just cause or merely because sh© 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.” slip went on. in a husherj. hurt little voice in which I could hear the vibration of deep tenderness. “My mother was killed. in a railroad accident. That was a time of anguifh 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 I met. 1 almost went mad because I let my sorrow turn my whole nature to bit terness. “Probably there is in all the world scarcely one girl who has come to be 20 without knowing life's hurts Think of the young girls you know whose faces have a sad and wistful expres sion whenever they relax and stop playing the game of keeping up ap- pea ranees. “Perhaps bitter experiences arc 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 th« 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 siar (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—impft'sonal — 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 troubles a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, And a trouble is what you make it; And ft 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 1 and simple, and in tune wi h life, the fountain of beauty must sparkle in the clear sunlight.” His First Mistake O NE of the first tasks they the new curate, who was ban-' dicapped by youth and inexpe^ rie.nc£. was to investigate the bonfc ftdes of a "widow woman” who ha4:. applied to the .church for help. He departed nervously on his errand and knocked, as ill luck w'ould have It, the wrong door. "How long has your poor husbafrd. been dead, my good woman? What number of childron have you? AYe any Qf them working? If so, u’ha:' amount of money are they earnir^ altogether?” were the questions nt fired, like shots from a revolver, a^ the slatternly woman who answerea his summons. "I presume I am a<U dressing Mrs. Harriet Smith?” li$ added, noticing, with alarm, that she. looked angry. m., "No, you ain’t," nnsw'ered the worn- an, snappishly. "My name is St line Jackson, my bairns go b school, gmr my ’usband’s doin’ what is necessary , to a plateful of steak and onions at this verv moment. Would you like to know anything else? Where I was born? When I was christened? At what age I‘ started courtin’? Pern, 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 It, full flight. High Society. A ncw-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 frequent wavings of her bediamoned 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 the dowager, triumphantly. And she wondered why everybody smiled. 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