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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS.
WEDNESDAY. MAY 21. 101?.
The Dingbat Family
The Old Man Hires a Boxing Instructor
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By Herriman
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Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A.
Villainous Desmond Gets a Taste of His Own
Medicine and Is Forced to Disgraceful Defeat
Copyright, 1913. Internationa] News Service
By Hershfield
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(TILL DURHAM IS TIRED,
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Fora home run'.
Polly and Her Pals *£§* What a Chance Pa Would Have with This Expert
Copyright, 1913, International News Service
By Cliff Sterrett
Us Boys
Just a Little Clash of Different Temperaments
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By Tom McNamara
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The Five
Frankforters
A Romance of Great Wealth
as Played by Money Kings.
By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
There was a pause. Who knows
what visions of higher manhood and
love that could not he nought anu
sold by even the greatest financier in
all Europe flashed through Gus-
tavus* mind? Then he spoke—and
his words meant only sorrow for
Evelyn in her tower chamber and for
young Jacob joyfully conducting bis
lovely cousin through the stately old
park. He spoke, and scarcely knew
what of joy or sorrow his words
might bring for the girl whose life
he was now engaging to take into his t\
keeping or for his own daring self.
Strong Argument.
j ‘‘You use strong arguments, Baron.
I say ‘yes,’ providing, of course, that
your daughter is not unwilling.”
Down the long vista of green
hedges, and shady old trees came '
Charlotte and Jacob* idly straying,
hand-in-hand.
“She will not be unwilling,” sai l
Solomon, with the certainty of Fate.
"Baroness, dear Baroness, will you
honor me by going in to luncheon
with me?” called Gustavus.
Charlotte left her cousin and came
forward. Then suddenly she hesi
tated for one pregnant second. She
looked back at Jacob, who stood
waiting with worshipful soul in his
eyes for all to see. Perhaps the girl
did not see—perhaps her unwakened
soul could not hear the call of his
soul.
She stood a moment poised on re
luctant feet, and then, with simple
charm, she came to her host’s out
stretched hand. And this time, as
Charlotte left the gardens, it was
Jacob who stood looking after her
in the long silence that followed.
He was still standing by the foun
tain, inert and yet tense, when the
brothers followed the Duke and the
Jewess from Vienna across the sun-
dappled grass. He could hear his
Uncle Solomon speaking: "Do you
feel more at borne here? What did
I tell you? Nothing is impossible if
we stand together.”
But to Jacob, life itself seemed im
possible—and he stood alone.
The sun is a democrat, but he
knows his place. Old Sol shone
with tempered reserve through the
high box edges in the gardens of
Neustadt Castle on the memorable
day that was- to interweave four
young lives and four young loves in
such a chain of high finance, of for-
. mal circumstance, and of simple hu
man ties. But next morning, as he j
peeked through the rose arbor out- '
side an open door in old Frankfort,
be fairly beamed at the pretty plot- •
ure the quaint old breakfast room in
Jew’s lane offered his twinkling
bright eye.
At a little round table sat a dear
old lady. Sweet placidity fitted her
lovely, time-mellowed face with the
fame rare, becoming touch that her
white cap bestowed on her rippling P
; silvered hair. Her pretty plump /
j band was engaged in patting a slen-
i der white one—and that white hand
; was the one a reigning prince had so
gallantly kissed but one day before.
But this little tableau showed Old Sol
| 1 he tenderest, sweetest affection that
he might ever see,-so he beamed and
; shone with loving might and gave his
warmest caress to the hallowed love
between dear old “Grannie.” of Jew’s
I lane, and her pretty Charlotte, from
Vienna.
She Was Sure.
Grandmothers are always gravely
concerned about your anpetite. Aided
i and abetted by lovinjF Grannies,
j which of us has not eatVn indigesti-
! hie goodies, such as our in ore modern
mammas would never‘dare let us
i risk?
Frau Gudula was sure Charlotto
had not eaten a good breakfast. But
little Charlotte scarcely felt the
necessity for eating.
“Oh, Grannie, dear," she cried, “in
deed, indeed, 1 don’t feel the need of
food or of any of those ordinary ne-
| e» ssities of life—because, dear, now
at last I have you! All these years,
since 1 was a little baby and my
mother had to leave me, there has
been no woman in my life—it’s just
been father and me—-and paid house
keepers and governesses and nurseai
I could not even remember the dear
little mother who died so young. But
the three-year-old child had a picture
<-f you in her memory—it is quite the
first thing I ever remember. As 1
grew older the picture softened an'' .
mellowed, so for years now, Granprw/
dear, I have thought of you as some
beautiful, dear creature—a sort of
angel, almost a saint. Ar..« then yes- 1
terday! To come here and find you
sitting in the same chair, but looking
lovelier, tenderer than I had even
pictured you” Charlotte’s voice
broke. Solomon was a loving father;
but he was a hard man. and what
had he ever understood of his daugh
ter’s craving for a'love that should
envelope her in tenderness? Dittle 4
Charlott«\ with your longing for love;
perhaps it is. indeed, Providence that *
has given you a Grannie who wilt
understand when your hour of need
comes.
“If your coming has been a delight
to you. dear, think what a joy the
radiance of your youth has brought
to your grandmother, the lonely old
woman of Jew’s lane. But now tell
me of your adventures of yesterday.
Did the Duke give y$u a grand lunch
eon—was the cooking Vtter than
mine?”
Charlotte laughed merrily. '“Never,
Grannie! Though my opinion ito not
worth much. I ate so very little.”
“Oh, I felt I was being stared at!
I know the feeling from our official
dinners in Vienna. The Jewish bank
er's daughter is being criticised all
the time—the way she dresses—and
does her hair—and everything she
says. They sit there as stiff as dolls,
very polite, and waiting for my first
faux pas.’ When at last it comes,
it is such a relief! The critics feel
quote justified and get very jolly.”
The girl’s tone carried an undertone
of bitterness—and, yet she felt she
had found some favor in the eyes of
a reigning prince.
Grannie spoke with the quiet phil
osophy of the old: “They like to
laugh at our expense. Well let them.
We can think what we like of them
But 1 think that persons who belong
to different worlds are better kept
apart. Court manners are different
from ours—and ours are better per
haps. It all can hurt my dear little ^
Charlotte—but I am too old, child for
such things to matter to me.”
To Be ContioMAd -morrow.