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P. C MINKIE3.” 10 I .10'. 'GIANTS" T 4 ,LV. F THE RAW FOR. A HOME ft I NEANEP l To strikeout- i'm Too Tired To V Rum arouko the ra6s - ann hoik V ( PITCHERS AIN'T SUPPOSED TO f}E HEAVY HITTERS- IF I 60 XTP knockin' hone runs I might f \ SPOIL MY REFETATlON ! * r v?Yv, SKINNY' SHANERS OOOOOf DEFT DfWs!N6 ,,ta - v3w LESSONS VUPSEL (ANT KiNO.' (TidWER. to <rpGMrubaj#l.‘ what’s the hardest key , To torn ? - OOAi KEY ! A'XT that RIGHT? SyRElTlS^— don't AP60E'• A&ie'-b an& fcr za-- d.oj.y' FRfiM "ELLL KAYr- BOGOTA . - N.J, O.S, A - COHaT Ki#D OF MEM MAKE ~r,. f' -S r- ^ Tt A *3 THE ,MARVELOUS CAGLE BEAK SPROPER. ACCID5NTAU.Y KNOCKED a HOME RuM v vESTEROAtY-SiAnT- SOOTHIE' G.4MF THE uCSr Hl^FA-vts ? /A - Vvieo/iSA —‘ Y F'AV- — 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. “<)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.