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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 ■^Ka/cwi/v&That I PosssssedThe. bopefuoftTi i ia/ex/Ncts op The Family /My owkj, I Took it) IUWn /Uysslp T2> Pick our ujnay i Peel will T BE A ^iyoT CLASS * BCXiN<> /AJSTRUCTOR. IHe 15 called "LittleTwilight LiTrLE Tu/iugmt Ah, Doe^That a*>t set . VOVft VERY •500L IK) E5TAXI There /must be A T /MISTAKE 'Sift. ,, IK 3U&T G—, UlL TWILIGHT ‘h— 'WH/VTt A/U5WER.IA/6-; Y. Vooft. Ab A Romance of Great Wealth as Played by Money Kings. FUST SHOULD (• Twitter it DoeK^T-% UJHAT A GRANb PRISE- Fighter he mv&t be. with a cute L\l ' ✓ \aiame luce That j CHASE HtlA MlN H£’5 6cr The / WRONG /, (NUMBER Jf 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! A)0 16NAYZ , IVHfeM JOHN N Put mis Thumb, wt goH A SPLINTER IK) rf MIL- MIS MA-MAH Put Some r X vVE5At/AJE OK) IT - J I Kkiom KHATy ' I Kmocu HE PUT IK) HIS, ThuMR, AMD TbOK OUT A Plum VjAND 3AI0 VJHQT A, ,/, &>y / 7 Am I Tsefte. BfeiTU ~/N GliEAb — ?? tlL 30MM HOPMhft. ‘I ^ WAS- SEATED in A CORNSA- (CliSVMIKlGt A fe, C ■ “t Fur— l—— By Hershfield Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A You Can’t Hurry a Girl- No, Not Even J ' * Copyright, 1918, International New* Serrlea When She’s Starring in a Baseball Game •me villain dejmond is curacy- me is I will Bat For. my lover. ,Durham on WITH YOUR SWlFTeST 1 CURVe, DESMOND, I'Ll HIT a HOME RVW , IS MV CAP. ON Strait. k\\STEK. me lcft, KATRINA. YES, Yes, wo-THe; .OTHER VVAYT PITCHING vg»LD PURPOSELY OUCH — I'M DlSA&LCP But WHO CAN TAKE MY PLAte MAKING MY VOSF SO REO. l MUST Ponder it a bit: delaying me (qAMF 1 PVT .Hea love a our of me WAY iF l 'Thf seRies ' I SHE VVICL Be-' K mime! ^ call on; account OF Ball ove: cuases. rrs .Katrina Durham 1 'S out; Iha.ha CURSES’ MY VK.TORY Delayed,; 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 SPECIAL! 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. Sterrett The Explanation Didn’t Help Pa Any O^pyrlfhtj 1918, International Nei*a fterric* n Takts T/me Ra, PuT a Hi l LIKE 'ifcuR NERVE. I didwt 1 Tare -The iceC&eavi FRIXE at <2>okia/6 School 1 W.'MOtVFR. 1/4 MEO <—. ;Yhi£ here mahiwl i__ Khe "Freezer \\Ai Suet <GoT A REejJ ; .Yh‘is'E or humor • i IBEEtJ CjRiwDiu' FEr a. HOUR AN’ She AiwT 1 BE<SAH T'CjIY H4RD ‘Hillo HOUE^j WHY IF HADW F <DuGH>M "TAKE Ov/ee. ‘TstfcKlV M/wt/TeS'! ' l 'fci/iSiw yOU D Loot AT TU\S HERE LTfeEAM, MA . 1 BE Eh Crankim' n tfiz. ~T\uo Hoops aw She Ai*tt , r' YAelu, Feel pri*/ SAKES" Sure rr 7akes "Time But nr [ f>HOUL D WT K-t. ALL fjioui! 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