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TIIE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1913. The Dingbat Family A Case of “Lights Out” for L’i/ Twilight Copyright, 1918, Int*rnstloa*l Now* Berries Herriman rHE~i5 CABLED , 'DTn.E.TwiU(j'HT’ r ^\_ > time Twilight‘ Am. Ooe^Tnat Ator'Set 1 VCVR VERY 50UL IAJ fcSTAXt ?J'~" /KaJoU/IN&ThAT I POSSSSSEdThB. SupekioC) iMsr/wcrs op The Family, /My ou/m | Took V Upon myself T5 Pick nar mere must be A MISTAKE •SIR. —' IM ibsr L'il Twilight WHATS AKISUIEUlhTS C’Vouft. ADl-=*^ .. j OUT tUH/^T | p£c/ [Aji/i feE A FIRST CLASS '‘BOXING- INSTRUCTOR. jar 5 IH)R YOU —S' J\ JUST SHOULD 1 Twitter it Doee-'- what a grand prize TIGHTER' HE Ml/t>T 6e with a cute 6c , ca/ame 6iice That 3; CHASE Him mw; Hfs oOT THE / WRONG /. AJUMBER Jf A)0 IGaiAtz^ WHvo Toma) I ICAJCWU ThATr * I KNOW, ‘•♦♦e Pot ia> Mis Thumb, AfJb Thoic OUT A Plwtt \,ANt> “A»b VOHffr A- u *? 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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Oh, It Is not ag:e, Grannie!* laughed Charlotte. “It Is Just that you would not be bound by conven tion. The Duke would not either, for that matter, he would ride over all rules.” “Did the Duke talk to you?” asked Frau Gudula. • "Almost all the time. He was quite, quite charming." Grannie looked at her almost stern ly. This was Indeed a younger gen eration knocking at the door. Could It be possible that little Charlotte was so daisied by position and glory, that she would forget her pride of race and her woman's heart and be a party to her father's mercenary schemes? “What did the Duke talk about?" “Oh, he Is vary amusing. He made fun of everything—rather cleverly. You would like him. Grannie.” "I do not suppose that I shall eeea meet him ” But down In her heart, Frau Cto- dula felt doom approaching. Princes had often sat at her table, and had called her husband their “friend”— and had pinned decorations on his coat—but they only came to get money. And they were always old men. Now a young Prince was codl ing to her house. What did He went? Fate was knocking at the door of their family life and at the portai of Charlotte’s maiden heart—Gran nie felt that she must think of some thing very helpful and splendid to say, lest Solomon have his will, and her heart hammered in fear when Solomon, jaunty, and In high spirit* came striding In through the arbor before she could find counsel with which to fortify his daughter against his schemes. Life was swlnlng In at full tide—the old woman wondered sadly wither It would sweep them all. Cheery Solomon. "Well, mother! This Is a great day for us! I hope everything Is prepared for receiving our visitors,” called Solomon, with the Joviality of his satisfied planning. The stately old lady answered: “My house Is always in order. Who ever comes will find me as I always am.” "Of course, we are expecting no one of Importance! Only a reigning Duke of Taunua and the Prince of Klausthaii And they are coming here to see you—and our home.” “We are not a show.” "Oh mother!” said her son in earnest protestation. "The business must be settled here In my father’s house. Now, Charlotte, let me look at you. Here, child, run away and PUt on this necklace,” and he handfd the girl a case of rose-colored leath er, In whose white satin nest was a superb necklae* of sparkling white stones. . “Father! They are diamonds. Look, Grannie.” But Grannie was looking at her son. “What has happened to you, Solomon?” "Father, what do you want from me for this?” said his daughter, kiss ing him with sweet shyness. But Frau Gudula feared that she know all too well what Solomon wanted. “Run along, dear, and make your- j self fine in your new prettiest while ' I talk with my mother.” He watched the light-hearted girl as she ran from the room Intent on the JewelB. "Ah, mother, it Is a fine thing for a girl to have beauty—and brains—as. of course, my daughter and your grandchild must have.” "You are full of fun this morning my boy. Things are going right with you, you think? Yes? But Solomon —Is anything wrong with Jacob? I see him now, coming up the lane with Amschel. Carl and Nathan are Just behind. And that boy's face bears marks of care such as I sse On the face of no one of my sons. Solo mon, but two days ago he was a boy—to-day"— “Good morning, mother!” inter rupted Amschel. If he had not some Just then, who knows how deep into her son Solomon’s heart the mother might have been allowed to see! “We are a little late—but I could not get away. I have had a constant flow of visitors—haven’t I, Jacob? The whole town's talking of our title —Isn’t It Jacob? We have been over whelmed with congratulations— haven’t we, Jacob?” "Yes,” said Jacob, "and the most genuine seemed to be here—In Jews' Lane.” "Oh, in Jews’ Lane they are all be having as if they had been made barons themselves—aren't they, Ja cob?” “I am not quite sure how barons should behave,” answered Jaoob, with slow emphasis. Solomon spoke sharply. The innu endo was not lost on him. "Is that why you felt uncomfortable at the castle yesterday?” "Perhaps.” “Mother," said Amschel, "I suppose I shall learn to feel quite comfortable at the castle In time. What about Charlotte?” Charlotte’s father answered: "The Duke Is going to ask for her in mar riage when he comes to-day. That was definitely settled In the presence of Nathan.” Carl bethough' himself of the time w'hen his royal relative should visit him In Naples. How he would im press the snobs who begrudged him his audience with the Pope! “Good!” said he. Frau Gudula’s voice rang out: "No! I fear LITTLE good will come of THAT! I lay awake all night think ing of It. And I asked myself, what would your dear father ask when I am In grave doubt. Last night for the first time I received no answer. What would HE have said ? AmaclttL you are roy eldsat—can you tell mir* “No, mother.” No Al’w.wer. And with that vision before their eyes none of her sons could answer Frau Gudula. How she had loved their father—so much that to-d*y, long years after hie weath, his wish still measured to her the summit of decision. And what would little Char, lotte, daughter of the people to whom the life of the home was sacred— what fate would she find In this mar riage into which family ambition was sweeping her? Yet Solomon, the leader, desired it. To Be Continued To-morrow. , . V 4