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TTTF ATLANTA HFOROTAX AND NEWS
THE ESI) AY. MAY 22. 1012.
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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.
“<)h. 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 w’ould ride over all
rules."
“Did the Duke talk to you?” asked
Frau Gudula.
“Almost all the time. He was l
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 dazzled by position and glory,
that she would forget her pride of
race and her woman's heart and be a
party to her father’s mercenary
schemes? “What did the Duke talk
about?" t 4
“Oh, he is very amusing. He made* •
fun of everything—rather cleverly.
You would like h.m. Grannie."
"I do not suppvise that 1.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. Xow 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
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 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 ease 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 ?Y
"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
ail 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
t he light-hearted girl as she ran
from I he 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 Jacob? I
see him now, coming up the lane
with Amschel. Carl and Nathan are
iust 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
hoy—to-day”—
“Good morning, mother!" lnter-
: rupted Amschel. If he had not some
I 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—f
haven't we. Jacob?”
”'fes” said Jac"b.^.”and the
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-
ceb?”
“I am .not quite sure how barons
should behave." answered Jacob, with
slow emphasis. ,
Solomon spoke sharply. The Innue .
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.”
Carl bethouglf himself of the time
when his royal relative should visit
him in Naples. How he would im
press the 3nobs who begrudged him
his audience with the Pope! "Good!”
F*aid ne.
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 usk when 1
am in gra\L- doubt. I.ast night fs
the first time I.received no answer.
What would HE nave said? Amsthe!
.you are my eldest—can you tell me?'
“No. mother.”
No Answer.
And with that vision before their
eyes none of her sons could ansner
Frau Gudula. How she had loved
their father—so much that to-day,
long years after hie veath. 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 w ould she find in this mar. y
riage into which family ambition va7
sweeping her? Yet Solomon, the
leader, desired it.
To Be Continued To-morrow.