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THE ATLANTA GEOT?f!TAN ANT) NEWS. FRIDAY. MAY 23. 101ft. The Dingbat Family v*£ The Old Man Got Off Light « oppngfct, THIS, lnt#n*tion*l Nrwo 8tr*ic* By Herriman Dauntless Durham Best Sporting Page In Oklabraska Three Corners Palladium Score and Gossip of the Big Game My hn- preuiom By Batrlu. ft VU Jwt t*v> l«Y*ly. I WOW IBT nutty WaitNMl suit Thw wntliMi- Mm wm B«rer*.l Throw Oorntrs flrlw werw ft fhw game, hut the ftulgan&o boK hasn’t r«a«b«4 Three (>*mer* yet. Tk.y w«tp <rtute oat of fashion Mjr hero, Durham, ie footed tf» Dasmoruf I know ha would I dout know what the Durham Wins Great Game, 18*5. By Ham Ohala. I m litwr «kt*alry at Tfcraa Ofww fltbaai TU haB foi% was trlhwi fw d tmaa «f out aal Hi) Chess to* dpa ~V%iNut (i, i’» M hippy r v^orilT Durbua U,ul»ku» Notes of the Big Game /Ska toaky. Am Itracy itoOto kaapar, saya ha aseM •a garni m Mam W«. why hs. aay wa. 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FOR A <$ro\wiw' Gal you are! ilb- v # Us Boys .It all all Skinny’s Slip Was Quite Permissible Re*i*twvfi United State* Patent Office. By Tom McNamara SKlNN'i DEAR I SAO) A ACTRESS im THE MOt/lfi FAINT WadTiPOLLY IA£[ And 1 WANE To SEC IF I CAN DO It. UJItl SfOO CATtH MS * i > (here i 60! .'■ ( 1 6or <?HA! ii6uj see,Soi'AE SUPPOSED To BE A POLICEMAN ON THE CORNcR AND l 60 OP TO YOO TO ASK Y00 UJHAT Time IT IS AND OlS- COUEH THAT Y01> ARP FIRST HOSBANO VNHO RAN AU»AY FROV MS A LONO L0N6 Time A60 AND I 60t MARRIED A6A1N BECAUSE I THOL'C-HT YOO WERE DEAD ! 5— r JtT READY SKINNY lM *STARTiN6 to faint: I SAY.IFYDO cant KEEP Gwer. 6ET OUTER OUR. fJ theatre '■ - ~L ) ^ OAZ-B! OH MY, YOU MP THAT SIMPLY 6RAND' almost like the Policeman DID- 1 1 Didn't Think You could —s DO iT'.-NOU) hold ms sput-sput:- ^osh. ..THEM FEATHERS 1 ON YOOR HAT IS STlCKlN’ IN MS BEE2ER*. GOSH, l CAN'T STAND THAT THE SHOWS OVER! AN AP0L06N BT SK/NNT SHAKER. SEE fM SCRRV I HUMBLY* A?OL<X,i'-£ MR LETT1N6 EMILY PLOP. IMS POtS SAYS A iOY SHOOLC NEVER 8C R006H WITH A DAME - 6OSH, I kNOU.' THAT AS UJELL AS ANY BODY 6L’T iE£ WHIXH I CANT STAND HAVHN6 MY nose Tickled can you* FOOD ADRIANS COOKED w 66E^Ain't mn picture in thf paper, a lots op times To- day : TD-DAV TWE 6l ANirs * 16 GOING TO PLAY THE HIM KIES." EAGLE BEAK 16 GOING TO PITCH FOR. TH£ GIANTS AND "SOUP"SULLIVAN is go/nl. to pitch for the hinkies" — full reports ns] TO-^ORROU)S PAPER JJ, SKINNY SHANER& G006LY DEPT SHAHSRS • No. 15 DRAUJ'NG r, °‘ a SWEfiT LESSONS APPLE GmAjjj&l t& 2^' iohaT kino op men make the best husbands ? ■ MARRIED MEN ' UirtAfCHA PINKER DAT? * H 0)aA,6rjL M t^-cLaiy^ FROM THE NORTH ST &AN6 (f OR 6i/Y4 U):YC IS SMART IH 6RANMAR' mtf <5 U*l<£$T$£tiTSHC£} *4. C5 LOOK OUT that's a catchsr i K t f t , J*^ Tp-MOReog; The Five F rankforters 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. “Little Jacob" broke the spell. “May I speak, then? I think that such a marriage would break up our fam ily—would utterly destroy us. We are ptrong because we stand to gether —one In blood, religion, ambition. What has a stranger to do with us? What does he know of our ways— or we of the ways of a Prince of the Taunus? What does he care for the ( faith of our fathers? What can he be to us, for all his high rank, but the stranger within our gates? What does he know of us and our deepest feel ings—what does he know of our little Charlotte's heart? And I say It Is folly—or madnpss. as my grandfather would have said!” In Implacable anger, but cool and quiet withal, Solomon said: “You are wrong, nephew. You speak as an ignorant boy But my father had a wider outlook on life—” Frau Gudula had been watching the faces of her sons as Jacob expressed his earnest feelings. J'here was a mist of deep sadness drawn over her features as she rose at the sound of Solomon's Impassively determined voice: "I am not sure, my sons. Our youngest has spoken for HIM.” And, attended by sacred memories, Frau Gudula left the room. The air was very tense as Jacob spoke to his uncle: “Your father did not deal in daughters as a specula tion." The bankers had. indeed, always stood together, but an onlooker must have questioned whether the animos ity that was growing between uncle and nephew in these throbbing mo ments would not prove a destructive force too great for the oneness of these five men to bear. Solomon looked sternly at Jacob. “That Is in both senses of the word — IM-pertinent." "Well, I wish I had not spoken.” answered Jacob—but his tone was bitter with growing misunderstand ing. And later this feeling was to bear strange fruit. "You have a right to your opinion —and to speak it. That is the rule of our family,” said Amschel, the eld est. ''Undoubtedly,’’ said Carl, wdh Neapolitan airiness. But the possibili ty' of a break was stemmed by the ne cessity of standing together against a ■ common foe—for just then Rose, in ' strange old mob-cap and uniform of calico print, came in to announce a guest who had surely never before seen servitor so garbed. “The Prince of Klausthal”—and at tired in snuff-colored, cape-topp:d greatcoat and high bronze hat of the latest Beau Nash sltyle, His High and Mightiness entered the old fashioned , home of Frau Gudula, the Jewess of ) Frankfort. The bankers knew they were to be snubbed, yet the courtesy of the home and the claims of business demanded that they put as good a face upon the matter as possible. On Rose's an nouncement Amschel had exclaimed with naive joy: “The first of our foyal relatives to call.” But however royal the Prince's air, it was not marked by any sense of kinship! “Er—how do you like Frankfort?” asked Amschel. Frankfort indeed! “I am very much interested in this part of the city, which I have not before visited," said the royal relative. "It is curious, isn't it?” spoke ths Neapolitan brother with — -mouthy. “Very' curious,” said the Prince dryly. “But we are uspd to it,” said Am schel with eager unction. And then a long, awkward silence fell. Bad Business. At last, with suave elegance, the Prince broke the spell of silence: "Gentlemen—my cousin, the Duke Gustavus, has Informed me that he will call on you to-day—and with what purpose he is coming.” Solomon broke in eagerly: “It will interest me to hear what your High ness said to him—your opinion of this marriage." “As a . matter of business," inter posed Amschel. The Prince answered with every drop of royal blood marshalling in dignant forces back of his easy tone: "I confine myself, gentlemen, to sujii business as is my own—those affairs which you have, till now, so ably con ducted for-me. I am here to ask you } to transfer my money to a banking firm in Paris, with whom in future I propose to deal.” "Is your Highness dissatisfied with our management of your affairs?" asked Amschel, the ubiquitous, “Oh. no. But as by my cousin’s marriage, I shall have the honor of being distantly connected with your family, I consider it inconvenient thato you should continue the administra tion of my finances. I could not so burden my relatives—however dis tant.” Solomon summoned dignity to his aid. “I entirely agree with his High ness. I should much dislike to benefit i n business—by my connection with your family.” The duel was on. “I am glad we are in accord. Perhaps you will agree with me in this—since your family is now ennobled—that finan cial obligations are not the worst ouf aristocraev may incur? May I re quest vou to convey my compliments to the ladies of your family—and per mit me to wish you a good day.” But Solomon’s lucky day in his father's house had not begun very propitiously. In fact, this day, for- all its golden sunshine, did not seem to be a bearer of joy. The old Castle of Neustadt seemed to feel something in the air—and at the state breakfast a hard-faced little Princes* Evelyn had presided behind the great gold coffee urn. “Gustavus,” she had asked with all her heart in her eyes, "how soon will some, one else pour your coffee for you?" “No fairer face will ever peek rougishly at me from behind the old urn"— began Gustavus in a banter ing tone, but suddenly the light that may shine for a man in but one true pair of eyes cast its soft radiance over Gustavus’ soul—"Evelyn. Eve lyn—little cousin"—he breathed so softly that even the attendant lack eys could not hear—“EVelj-n—my God/ is it true—you could care perhaps .”* And the name of his maker had lie* been uttered so reverently by the Ups of Gustavus of Taunus. 1 To Be Continued To-morrow.