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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY, MAY 23, 1013
By Herriman
The Dingbat Family
The Five
Frankforters
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By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New Y«r1< Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
VOORE-\
fired
“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 strong 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 do«9
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 madness, 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—”
F*rau Gudula had been watching th*
faces of her sons as Jacob expressed
his earnest feelings. There -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
spoke to his uncle:
not deal in daughters as a specula
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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 tooth senses of the word—
IM-pertlnent.”
"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, with
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-rap 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-topped
greatcoat and high bronze hat of the.
latest Beau Nash style, 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
royal 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 the
Neapolitan brother with .-mpathy.
“Very curious," said the Prince
dryly.
"But we are used 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 suen
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 that
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
—in business—by my connection with
your family.”
The duel was on. “I am glad we
are in accord. Perhaps you wii!
agree with me In this—since your
family is now ennobled—that finan
cial obligations are not the worst our
aristocracv may incur? May I re
quest you 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 Ms
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 Princess 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
coffee for you?”
“No fairer face
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Notes di the Big Gj
Durham Wins/ Great
Game, 18*5.
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By Katrina
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game, but the
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of fashion.
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Durham, de
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would. I don't
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By Cliff Sterrett
CoBFririst. 1913, International N*wb Swvtce
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FROM MS A LONG LONG TIME AGO AND t GOT MARRIED AGAIN
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BY SkINNY 5HANER.
©ver peek
rougishly at me from behind the old
urn”— began Gustavus In a banter-
tng 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—"Evelyn—my God
is it true—you could care perhaps —
And the name of his maker had here
been uttered so reverently by the lips
of Gustavus of Taunus.
GEE IM 'SORRY
l HUMBLY APOLOGISE for
LETTING EMILY FLOP- THE
BOSS SAYS A 60Y SHOULD
NEVER 9£ ROUGH WITH
A DAME - GOSH, 1 KNOW
that As well as any
body bl'T gee tuna's 1
CANT STAND HAUIN6 MY
nose Tickled can you?
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