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TIIE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1013.
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By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
"Oh, It Is not age, 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 daizled by position and glory,
that she would forget her pride of
race and her vomar 'i heart and be a
party to her father's mercenary
schemes? "What did the Duke talk
about T'
“Oh, he Is very amusing. He made
fun of everything—rather cleverly.
You would like him. Grannie.”
“I do not suppose that I shall ever
meet him ”
But down in her heart, Frau Gu
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 com
ing to her house. What did he want?
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
hts schemes. Life was swinlng 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 Taunus and the Prince of
Klausthal! And they are coming
here to sec 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 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?” iSaid 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^
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 Jewela
"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 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 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— j
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
when 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 Xor
the first time I received no answer.
What would HE have said? AmsdRaL
you are roy eldest—can you tell met"
"No, mother.”
No A:<«.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-day,
long years after hts 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.