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A Romance of Grat Wealth as Played by Moisy Kings. o • C5 * You Can’t Hurry a Girl—No, Not Even When She’s Starring in a Baseball Game Copyright, 1PI8, International News Serriee By Hershfield THI5 HOT SUM is MAKING^ MY vose so Reo. i mu&t ~y— —^ PosUDeR IT A f=~= ^ bit: cuftses: SHE is INLAYING, TPC tpAMt i Pi/r hcr. Lovep. Ae Tefr 0 * s ^ Yf5 vo-THe fej^rRAt%H T / "'“''MJSw! Polly and Her Pals The Explanation Didn’t Help Pa Any om*m> 1913, International News Service By Cliff Sterrett WHOEVER W4MEO L. 7fHI< HERE MAtHlWE. )_^ Hie LJbH7Miu(rTeEF.ZFR" j HAi’ Suet <Sb*r A Ktet/J SE‘|£e OF HUMOR L BEEM (jRtMDiu’ PER. A HOUR M She <4iMYr BEo/w 'T'&'i Hard n TAkrrs Time PA, PuT A LlL mope Lift: i i*J7o IT 1 r Sure IT 7akeS “Time. . But IT f>HOULDNT TlKE- ALO MKarHT ! I'LL BT’fOIA TouR_ DOLLARS y'DiDWTl MIX IT Pl&HT 1 I Lire Your. NERVE.’. Didmt 1 faKE “The icecream PRITE AT Cook in/6 Schools 1 w/i£m Vou’d Loo/q AT THIS HEE.E Cream . 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THE N)AR\)ELODi EA6LE BEAK 5PRUDER- ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKED A HOME RUfO iN yesTERDAYa 61ANT- SOUrWE' 6AMF POOD FOR FANS COOKED SEWED, TEE.HEE* 61ANT5 WIN'fiiTp'W' HO, HO, HO, HO, HO, HO,HO EA&L636AK PITCHED HO, HO, HO, HO, HO, H0;H0 6EE, iuHAT Hi felDN'T DO TO l them “soothies''- ho, hoi STANDING Of THEM THERE CU'bi A), L.P, C 10 I "I *♦ .Ml r u .«» I 10. Of l HlNKUEV *&!ANJV„ *50U1HIK 'PLEAS Jcn^ NY-'NLAf'lAfVl SKINNY SHANER'S 6006L7 DEPT SHANERS draIuns No. LESSONS WM£EL (any kind' CmwMito rtp&rubojtfL> iVHAT's THE HARDEST K6T , To TURW 5 - DON KE7! AIN'T THAr SUfaHT? Sure it is,— don’t arode ‘ rt&mkj m> ftyi tfr- dAiy' fRO*D "6L1L KAYr- ftff60TA - N.J, U.S.A - ^AT KJAID 0FM8M WAKS THE BfsF HUSBANDS ? 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,