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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, ) KATR.IAJA. Yes, \ Yes, vo-THe ■ 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 HTHF SERIES ' [SHE WILL BE"' A Ay\ i k ic I y MAKING MY NOSE SO REO. V MU&T Powder it a j bit: ^ (^AMC QU£D on; account OF ^A^KNevSS- BALL owe! CURSES. rrs ■ Katrina Durham is out; \.ha,ha MINE CURSES. MY VICTORY IS Delayed/; sporting SPECIAL! UaiiLLMi By Cliff Sterrett Copyright, 1918, International Nrwa Service planation Ltidn t Help fa Any n Iakzs T/me. &*, PuT A LiL I more Life:J IkIIo IT ! r I Lire VfcuR. KJER.VE. didny 1 Take “The iceCfeEAM PRITE A1 <2>or in6 School 1 WHOEVER. U4HEO . here machine. l_ Hie L/6HTNIU(rTREEZER' HAS Sure <3oT A REeN 5enSe or humor • L BEEN ^rindin' FEr A . "TvWo HOUESl] 1 w/iSw VOu D Look AT T>H^ HERE LTfeEAM. M/1. I BEEN Cranrdj' rr Fee. nw/o HOURS *“'J 5he ^fWT a" Sure nr 'Wkrs “Time but rr ,{ SHoul DNT'^Rt; /111 Ul6MT ! i'll BeTcha Four, ,i doll4cS y" Didny Mix rr et&hY ! \XTHY IT HADWT OuOhTtx "TAKE OVEE "TWENTY MlwuTe^ ! HOUR /W* 5*Ht Aik/t BE<?AN T'6^n H4RD VET l ( It * i / HAI2D Vf'Tjj WH4Ti"'A-MATter By Tom McNamara ous I DlD/S’T H)EAN To BDMP it OMER POOD FOR FAN6 THE RAID FOR A HOMER I MEAN ED To strike odT- i’m too Tired To - ROW AROUND THE RA6S- ANYHOi* \ PITCHERS AWT SUPPOSED TO CX BE HEAVY HITTERS - IF l 60 !^\ KNOCKIN' HOME RUNS I MIGHT \ SPOIL MY"REPETATlON ! * Tte.HEe: 6IANTS WIN^^to»Wi HO, HO, HO, HO, HO, Ha HO EAGL68&K PITCHED HO, HO, HO, HO, HO;HO 6EE, iuHAT H« PONT 00 TO THEM"S00THlls*-H0, HOI STANDING OF THEM THERE Ctm Mink i6V %' 5m m- HI SKINNY SHANERS GOOO.Y DEPT 3C LESSONS wheel (ANY KIN6J Orvmrtfitc WAYs the hardest key , To TURN i - PON KEY ! AIN'T THAf RIGHT 5 Was IT IS,— DonT argue! AVVLl sno fri tfr-dajjf' 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