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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 be bought and
■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 his
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
keeping or for his own daring self.
Strong Argument.
• You use strong arguments, Baron.
I say -yes.' providing, of course, that
your daughter is not unwilling.”
-Down the long vista of green
lo dges 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
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 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.
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
peeked through the rose arbor out
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, b ooming touch that her
white cap uestowed 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
shone with loving might and gave hie
warmest caress to the hallowed love
between dear old "Grannie,” of Jew's
lane, and her pretty Charlotte, from
Vienna. ,
She Was Sure.
Grandmothers are always gravely
concerned about your appetite. Aided
and abetted by loving Grannies,
w-hich of us has not eaten indigesti
ble goodies, such as our more modern
mammas would never dare let us
risk?
Frau 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 bad 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 nursegt
I could r.ot 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 I 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 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? 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 yesterdav
Did the Duke give you a grand lunch
eon—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!
! know the feeling from our official
dinners in V’ienna. The Jewish bank
er’s daughter la 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
iaugh 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. ft all can hurt my dear Httie
Charlotte—but I am too old, child for
such things to matter to me.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.