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By Hershfield
Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A
You Can’t Hurry a Girl—No, Not Even
When She’s Starring in a Baseball Game
cuwes.’ she is
THIS HOT SUM IS
THE VILLAIN DESMOND IS
I WILL BAT FOR. MY
IS MY
CAP. ON
STRAW,
I MisTtnc
kUMPifeE?,
"THE" LEFT,
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A other vmay^
lover ,Durham on
WITH YOUR SWlPTeST
I CURVE, DESMOND, I'LL
'HIT A home - Run ,
Pitching wild purposely
OUCH-I'M DISABLED BUY
WHO CAN TAKE MY PlAtei
DELAYING the
LpAME l PUT
HER LOVER
OUT Of THE
WAY IF I \M8* J
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[SHE WILL BE"'
A Ay\ i k ic I y
MAKING MY NOSE
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on; account
OF
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Durham
is out;
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MINE
CURSES.
MY
VICTORY
IS
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sporting
SPECIAL!
UaiiLLMi
By Cliff Sterrett
Copyright, 1918, International Nrwa Service
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POOD FOR FAN6
THE RAID FOR A HOMER I MEAN ED
To strike odT- i’m too Tired To
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CX BE HEAVY HITTERS - IF l 60
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To TURN i - PON KEY !
AIN'T THAf RIGHT 5
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FROK) "1UL KAYf— BonfeOTA
- N J, U.S.A -
MAT WMO OF MEN MAKF
THE BESF HUSBANDS ?
THE MARVELOUS EA61EBEAK sPRUDER.
ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKED A HOME RUM IN
yesterdays Giant- sourxiE" gamf
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN ANT) NEWS. THURSDAY, MAY 22. 1913.
The Dingbat Family ** «*
A Case of “Lights Out” for L’il Twilight Copyright. 1918, International Jievre Service
By Herriman
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.
"Oh, It Is not agre. Grannie?*
laughed Charlotte. "It Is Just that
you would not be bound by conven
tion. The Duke would not either, tor
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 oR
race and her woman’s beast and be a!
party to her father's meroenant -
sohemes? "What did th—-Dalce telle
about?" !
"Oh, be is very tun using. Be metis
fun of everything—rather clewsrlvw
You would like Mm, Grannie" f4
"T do not suppose that 1 shah, ernes
meet him.”
But down in her heart, Jfcan Go-
dula felt doom approaching; Frtnoee
had often sat at her table, and had
called her husband their “friend”—•
and had pinned decorations on Ms
coat—but they only came to got
money. And they were always old
men. Now a young Prince was codl
ing to her house. What did he wantf
Fate was knocking at the door of
their family life and at the portal
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 spirits
came striding In through the arbor
before she could find counsel with
which to fortify his daughter against
his schemes. Life was swining 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 Tqunus and the Prince of
Klausthal! 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
bouse. Now, Charlotte, let me look
at you. Here, child, run away and
put on this necklace,” and he handed
the girl a case of rose-colored leath*
er, in whose white satin nest was a '
superb necklace 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, kill
ing him with sweet shyness. But
Frau Gudula feared that she know
all too well what Solomon wanted.
"Run along, dear, and make your
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 Jewels.
"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 Jaoob? 1
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 1 see 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 1 could
not get away. I have had a constant
flow of visitors—haven’t I, Jaoob?
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 i
genuine seemed to be here—in Jowl*
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 barona
should behave," answered Jeoob, with
slow emphasis.
Solomon spoke sharply. The lnntt- /
endo was not lost on him. "la that
why you felt uncomfortable at tha
castle yesterday?”
"Perhaps.’’
"Mother,” said Amschel, "I suppose
I shall learn to feel quite comfortable
at the castle in time. What about
Charlotte ?”
Charlottes father answered: "Tha
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
when his royal relative should visit
him In Naples. How he would im
press the snobs who begrudged him
his audience with the Pope! "GoodI"
said he.
Frau Gudula's voice rang out: "Not
I fear LITTLE good will come of /
THAT! I lay awake all night think*
lng of it. And I asked myself, what
would your dear father ask w-hen 1
am in gra\L doubt. Last night f<w
the first time Lrecelved no answer.
What would HEThAve said? Amschel,
you are my eldest—can you tell me?
“No, mother.”
No Answer.
And with that vision before thetr
eyes none of her sons could answer
Frau Gudula. How »he had loved
their father—so much that to-dayt
long years after his weath, Ms wisS
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.
rlage into which family ambltloa wag !
rw .'-e-ping her? Yet Solomon, tns
leader, desired It,
To -Be Continued-TU HiilWS -ill