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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY. MAY 21. 101?. The Dingbat Family The Old Man Hires a Boxing Instructor Copyright, ion, international Sew* By Herriman MR. ORtANDo YAaTTwiCKEWMAM WELL, SHOU/ —) II NKlAJS A A/M ABOUT To EWRCOV A j ' fashionable. Recherche ' \ Aajd Tres Elite Pu>iUfeT ‘ J T0 INSTRUCT MEMAJ BOXlAJS you have o/viy T c MT/vess his name. ~Q> Itwow THAT he IV A &EAjrt&/MAA; » c ORLANDO VAN TwicK'EAIHAA 1 Heahs Vo cil ole CHAMPEEAI BOXING I /N&TRUCTUH' AIR. J V0/AJ6&AT Cr=( "-.^lONT 0*) fcECIC.) WElC-UtECL/ WHAT IS IT A A/EW C V BAAAJb OP HOP ftH HY ELYSlAM A/HP This Pay ampks The BtGiNNiNS of M/ s. REJUVENATION And ToTh/vk^That ev/Ew w> At Owe T/me would srooi To The Rude,awd The. /AJELESAMT /M AR? '— An But No more, u/t Ax. 'HE EMBODIMEAJT of ' MAV-T/ME • Amo UNCOUTH W/WTER'- F/AJDs Alo HARBOP /N OUR. SOUC — Be. uje ever. So NARc> pressed BV the "Rough ELEMENT we SHALL AUiVAV^ CC/AJ& To OUR. STANDARD/ &ewtce Humor ' — lELL^ EVES llKE- t PAstrT is Ail veryj WELL Too. 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SCEEnE i FOOD FOR FANS ;&?(£& COOKED ' -4^ w jk 6o$H, Ain't t seen You beforsT EA6LE8ENR IA 60 IN, TD pitch Tor os. a6a/n to day AGAINST THE “SOOThiES". HE CAN HOOKEY FROM Hts. TRomSone lesson CAUSE HIS KID STEP -S/5TER IS POT MEA9LES AND CAN NOT 8E ARODND TO UJATCH , HIM- AIN'T THAT GREAT.' FOU REPORT'S OF TD- DATS GAME IN TD-MORROWS I DON'T LIKE TD FEEL Too HAPPY < Aeoor it cause sure as i do ' / SOMETHIN' is bouno TO GO u*0H<R) GEE I'M HAPPY, GL'ESS IlL SING A SONG AT MYSELF! IT-6REAT THAf’OLE i E A6LEBEAK1E' CAN PLAY WITH US REGElER NOU) ? T"-- r IM TOO UNLUCKY WHAT RIGHT ARE ') OH U/6LL, THAT'5 6 9 GOSH, UIHAT A EEADTifUL SCfiE.NE YO HO \ 60SH WHAT A BEADTlFUL SCEEN6: > yo HO, YO HO, YO HO YO HO, GOSH UIHAT A BEAL'flFUL SCEENE- GEE l DON'T KNOUJ i JUST FEEl th.at l UjAY ' ,— YOU GOT TO RE SO HAPPY ? r~ ThAT RAC kt T 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.