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A Romance oflreat Wealth
as Played by loney Kings.
By KATHRV KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the York Even
ing .Journal Publish!^ Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
There was a pause, who knows
what visions of higher nmhood and
love that could not be ought and
sold by even the greatest naneier in
all Europe flashed thrugh Gus-
tavus' mind? Then he poke—and
his words meant only srrow for
Evelyn in her tower chambc and Mr
young Jacob joyfully condttting his
lovely cousin through the sitely old
park. He spoke, and scarcty knew
what of joy or sorrow hit words
might bring for the girl wlbse life
he was now engaging to take (ito his
keeping or for his own dari* self.
Strong Argument.
“You use strong arguments, Baron.
I say 'yea,' 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,” said
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
60Ul.
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 home 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.
And To Thimk . That £vfiaj wi
At Owe Time would brcor-
To The f?UE>E A A/D The.
/ajelblant iM ART —
Ah But No /Hoae. u/t ahe
the embodi/ue/vy of
Mav-T/me and uncouth
WINTER'' F/AJDS A10 HARBOR
IN OUR SOUL —
Be. we ever So HARD.
pressed BY THE " Rough
ELEAIEAJT WE SHALL AOU/AVS
CC/MG To OUR. STANDARD,
Seattle humor. —
tlieu.” hyes £ikE"L.
Pastry - i;> all vcrvA
WELL, TOO , ICA/ATT ' j
8v -HE- Doouh i s
one. Thimot As iMEtLy
WA.S Told WiATT
ThW I HAT The m
Eyts or A CC
V StMTLE tX*TS 1
That Nor Am ■
eiocoaaiom \y „
)T IS I <»AIAT2
yTc HAvE eyes Like-
) A (SEATTLE MONEY
C|5 A«nH/AI&To ( '
Like MoaieV* V'/dioT
YI Said eves cT
\.L/KE A DOE )
Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A
Villainous Desmond Gets a Taste of His Own
Medicine and Is Forced to Disgraceful Defeat
Copyright. iftlS. International News Service
|TMV Du F. HAM
=?v.ilkfCI TUcV A1
ILL KNOCK FOUL BALLS
TILL DURHAM IS TIRCO,
THEN I'Ll SLAM ONE
cfOR A HOAAE RUHT/
the ball has begm
DESMOND MUST
MOTTA winnA game
i Got da bet ona
Durham. were*
iCOME foul ball. •
< MAKA KfTCH! y
I GOTTA IDEA
To MAKA DESAAOMD
"FAN OUT" AAV
NAME W'LlA
; MAtoA HIM SHAIfA.
1 I WRITE ONA BALL
C?LE t k _y
v/'ws: they are I
AAAKING A HERo 1
l OF HIM. Ht will 0
) WIN THE SERIFS/
\ AND MYSEU= A~
W- vet yTM
THE BLACK
HAND SIGN
I ITS from
\MUCHiHASTI.
A ' owe
JX him
money
Khs/dly rgturned fro*
The gi^andstand. it
HAS AM INSCRIRT/ON.I'CL
s _PRtH IT
pgSMOA/D'
'Durham g|
lESMONb
my t
kATRlNA
f THE
HANWJRITMG
ON THE BALL
man ties. But next morning, as he
peeked through the rose arbor out-
i side an open door in old Frankfort,
he fairly beamed at the pretty pict
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
same rare, becoming touch that her
white cap bestowed on her rippling
silvered hair. Her pretty plump
hand was engaged in patting a slen
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
| the tenderest, sweetest affection that
he might ever see, so he beamed and
WHEN BRAVE
MEN WEEP*.
^T’OMORR.OW'*
Cliff Sterrett
What a Chance Pa Would Have with This Expert
Copyright, 1913, International News Serrtr-e
wm IF ^6uR F/TTHFR j
WATCH ME dToSEI-V
this timel. : |
You m!/ill obSerueJ
That i Holds
THt Mr
or Clubs .) U/
dont Stand
“There Like
A BodB, T>A,
LOOK'/ i
BY gotm! 1 WKh
1 KNOWS D f-
\jlMERE 1
COOLD SFT i
10*10 A UL]
POKtR r
!
] Think FtouY<
WE\X/ FELLER
mister Shultz
PLAY'S FbKER.
PAvji/, WHY /
DONT you
<So in Am ’
—) ask Him l
will Ft So Kino asL
To RtMIOME HIS left
-oHoe I Think HE^—-
WILL FIND The
M1SS1N6 Card'
that£ A L
PEAf?. HEN
Do IT —'
A6am l
1 GoTTA
HAND Ft
“To You
HEM
YOuRE- I
WHAT £ A -MATTE r
B4VK/. Don't he
WANHA PLAV l
lane, an*l her pretty Charlotte, from
Vienna.
She Was Sure.
Grandmothers are always gravely
concerned about your appetite. Aided
and abetted by loving Grannies,
which of us has not eaten indigesti
ble goodies, such as our more modern
mammas would never dare let us
risk?
FYau Gudula was sure Charlotte
had not eaten a good breakfast. But
little Charlotte scarcely felt the
necessity for eating.
“Oh, Grannie, dear,” she cried, “in
deed, indeed, I don’t feel the need of
food or of any of those ordinary ne
cessities of life—because, dear, now
at last I have you! All these years,
since I 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 nursesi
I could not even remember the dear
little mother who died so young. But
the three-year-old child had a picture
of you in her memory—it is quite the
first thing 1 ever remember. As 1
grew older the picture softened and
mellowed, so for years now, Grannie,
dear, I have thought of you as some
beautiful, dear creature—a sort of
angel, almost a saint. And then yes
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 farther:
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? Little
Charlotte, with your longing for love:
perhaps it is. indeed, Providence that
has given you a Grannie who will
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 you a grand lunch-
eoA—was the cooking better than
mine?”
Charlotte laughed merrily. “Never.
Grannie! Though my opinion is 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 banlo-
er’s daughter is being criticised aU
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 T 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."
1 DID NT
ASK HIM
w/onder
By Tom McNamara
Just a Little Clash of Different Temperaments
R*®'.ste-*ri United 8Ut« Patent
1 dom r like tc feel too happy <
SHRWPO' AlN'P
GEE I'M HAPPY, GUESS fit
OouiM M THE LAKE ON TOP OP THE HILu, (j \
BY THE OLD RED MILL TAINTED GREEN,
THE tt)iMO SHONE BRIGHT AND THE MOON OJAS STiLL
6OSH, WHAT A SEAlfflPOU 5CE£nE S a
iT-^REAT THAf ‘016
tA6U9CAKj£\CAN
ABOUT it CAUSE SUR6 AS 1 DO <
SOMETHIN' is BOUND TO GO UIRCN6
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SlNfa A SONG AT MYSELF
PLAY WTH us 'rfgeiw)
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Gosh, ainf i seen too before^.
EAGLE BEAK IS 60/N6 TO
piTch'por os, a6ain to
day AGAINST THE “SOUTHlES':
Hi CAN PLAY HOOKSY FROM
HIS TROMBONE LESSOR CAUSE
HlS KID STEP -S15TER. IS
GOT MEASLES AND CAN NOT
8E AROONO TO U3ATCH ,
HIM- AIN'T THAT GREAT.
FDU. REPORTS OF YD-DAY*
GAME IN TO-MORROW S
GOSH. WHAT A BBAOTifOL SCENE YO HO
oh well, that 5
GEE l DONT kNOUl 1
Josr feel that
SKINNY SHANER'S
GOSH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCEENE l
YO HO, YO HO, YO HO YO HO
GOSH OlHAT A PEAoflFUL. SOESNE
YOU GOT TO RE
SO HAPPY ?
differenT, &o
AHEAOj^Cm
that Flackcr
-ESSON* GRASS
6mu>€fL ter
ME RE DO people WEAR-
THE MOST MIGHT CAPS 1
OM 7H6IR HEADS-HO, HO, HO i
Hcr&i. m. fa- ter- Juuy
FROM ALICE Rich- BEACHMOnT
MASS
WHAr KEY IS The harden
TO TURN ?
POPE our A ANSWER AND
THEN) LOOK /lU TO-MORROWS
PAPER AND SEE IF |r tuAS
To Be Continued To-morrev%