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By KATHRYNKEY.
Copyright, 1913. by the Ne, York Even
ing Journal PublishingCotnpany.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“Oh. It Is not agre, Grannie!*
laughed Charlotte. “It h just that
you would not be bound V conven
tion. The Duke would not dther, for
that matter, he would ridt over all
rules.” \
“Did the Duke talk to yoi?” asked
Frau Guaula.
“Almost all the time. He was
quite, quite charming.”
Grannie looked at her almos stern
ly. This was indeed a young** gen
eration Knocking at the door. .Could
it be possible that little Charlotte
was so dazzled by position andtlory,
that she would forgqt her prl
race apd her woman’s heart anuil
party to her father’s mere*iary
schemes? “What did the Duke talk
about?”
“Oh, he is very* amusing. He nade
fun of everything—rather clevgiy.
You would like him, Grannie.”
“I do not suppose that I shall »er
meet him ”
But down in her heart, Frau <1-
dula felt doom approaching. Prinds
had often sat at her table, and h«
called her husband their “friend”-
and had pinned decorations on hs
coat—but they only came to gf*.
money. And they were always olj
men. Now a young Prince was *om<
ing to her house. What did he want?
Fate was knocking at the do<r of
their family life and 'at the prtal
of Charlotte’s maiden heart—Gran
nie felt that she must think of some
thing very helpful and splendd to
say, lest Solomon have his will and
her heart hammered In fear vhen
Solomon, jaunty, and ir* high spirits
came striding in through the irbor
before she co.uld find counsel with
which to fortify his daughter agiinst
his schemes. Life was swining h at
full tide—the old woman won&red
sadly wither it would sweep t.em
all.
Cheery Solomon.
“Well, mother! This is a gnat
day for us! I hope everything is
prepared for receiving our visitor*”
called Solomon, with the joviality if
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
ohe of importance! Only a reigning
Duke of Taunus 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
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 Yvhose 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, kiss
ing him with sweet shyness. But
Frau Gudula feared that she know
all too w'ell 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 jew r els.
“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
i 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, Jacofc?
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 Jewi’
Lane.”
“Oh, in Jews’ Lane they are all be
having as if they had been mad'
barons themselves—aren’t they, Ja
cob?”
“I am not quite sure how r baroni
should behave,” answered Jacob, wilt
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?”
Charlottes 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.”
Can bethough 4 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!”
mid 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, whf^
would your dear father ask when
am in grave doubt. Last night for
the first time I received no answer.
What would HE have said? Amschel.
you are my eldest—can you tell me?”
“No, mother.”
No Answer.
Ana with that vision before their
e>a s none of her sons could answer
Frau Gudula. How she had loved
their father—so much that to-day,
long years after his* 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 Salomon, the
leader, desired it.
To Be Continued To-morrow,