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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1912
The Dingbat Family
By Herriman
The Five
Frankfurters
A Case of “Lights Out” for L’il Twilight
Copyright, 1918. International New* Serrlpe
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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 air
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 tho 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?”
“Oh, he Is very amusing. He made
fun of everything—rather cleverly.
You would like him, Grannie.”
"I do not suppose that I shall ewer
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
his 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!
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Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A
You Can’t Hurry a Girl- No, Not Even
J ' * Copyright, 1918, International New* Serrlea
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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’^
Charlotte, let me loot
, child, run away and
, ... ! ' and lie handed
the girl a case of rose-colored leath-
SPORTINGi
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house. Now,
at you. Here,
put on this necklace,
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?” said 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
1 talk with my mother." He watched
the light-hearted girl as she ran
from the 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
Just behind. And that boy’s fane
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—
ft’t we, Jacob?” I
“Yes.” said Jacob, "and the most '
genuine seemed to be here—in Jewe*
Lane.” r
“Oh, in Jews’ Lane they are aTl be
having as if they had been made
barons themselves—aren't they, Ja
cob?”
“I am not quite sure how baaronts
should behave,” answered Jacoh, -with
slow emphasis.
Solomon spoke sharply. The tnnn- •
cndo was not lost on him. "Is that J
why you felt uncomfortable at th* I
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 bethought 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 1
am in gra\L doubt. Last night fez
the first time Received no answer.
What would HE have said? Amschel
you are my eldest—can you tell me?’ 1
“No, mother.”
No Answer.
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-dav.
long years after hi? weath, his wis’tl
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 sadred—
what fate would she find in this mar
riage Into which family ambition was
sweeping her? Yet Solorrton, the \
leader, desired It.
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THE MA^OELCvS 6A4LE SEAH i’hKODER.
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To a© Continued Ttemunvu 4