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i I The Five FranUorters The Old Man Hires a Boxing Instructor aernman Coriyhfht, 1111.1, International N' ~yrAm About To employ A \ TAshiomabce. Recherche. . \ And Tores Elite Puc>iL)t,T ‘ A To /AiSTRUCT /HE I A) BOX/AJS you have oajly to uJiya/E5& Hie> , hi a ME. TO tfAJOWJ THAT HE IV ‘ A fc»€AjTL&M AM - (- V ORLANDO VAW 'TkuciCEAjHA/M ujell, snow h/m /a/) Mr Orlando vaajTwickenham - H5.AHS V0> LlL OLE' CHAMEEEA BOXING I /NSTROCTUH' AIR. ^ \J)iM<abAT c=i ^-x&ieHT ON DECICJ /ECL-U/ECC WHAT lb IT A A/6W C BRAMb OF 'AOP ELY5/AN A)l« p Oh my Thk. PAY mak^ The %t(HNNiMS OF HY v f?E 3UVEWATI0AJ ./ - JINKiAie 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 ?m Too (\r£r- ' UN UK KY'vV^Hk SlNfa A SONG AT MYSELF PLAY WTH us 'rfgeiw) /*ouj * -4^ 0 Jk 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%