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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY, MAY 23, 1013 By Herriman The Dingbat Family The Five Frankforters Copyright, 1013, International N«wa Sarrlc* Trying To Kid me Hev * well ju&t roft. 'that r"' \ | DO MY TAKE, r—^ \The aoB- -r 1 Be Voo The maw ( \WHAT5 ADVERTiS-Ebl l Fb* A ‘CHAMPION \ To Give Voo V feOXiMG LEt>SO/\Js I Be. - It. !Tl_ VOUR. GRAND-SOM \ajho Be 5 Thie r ^ CHAMElOW * I A/0 5IR, I 7 &or ajo cz GRAWD-SOAJ MOTHER. A Romance of Great Wealth as Played by Money Kings. Vooft SON \ THetaj- : 'Wsu.- !! L Some FRibajd N he/ * (~ 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 TiRfcAMS WAS cE Re MAbE A Proposals' Or MERRlAOE To ME-,y> \ Amd His . AAMfc is/ v,-l£AiATZ MIOU&E (HE. ’ &OLT5 HtPo CT He Loved we Like. ~\EVEftVTKING -J A PftEAMg CAME. LlNTo ME. 4 A DREAMS most FAtfe To SEE CV»TTLt Lest might, cohrst / was* Lv/aik- lw Mi LnUe beoo /'*— ^ u. Three Corners Palladium Score and Gossip of the Big Game Best Sporting Page In Oklabraska Dauntless Durham tense as Jacob Your father did -w . — — — 1" 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 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 lnttnMtlonftJ New* Htma Notes di the Big Gj Durham Wins/ Great Game, 18*5. presMOUS By Katrina It was just too lovely. I woro my natty Wnitreea* auit. The enthuai- asm wm great ‘ {Several Thrae’ Corner* girl* were at the game, but the Bulgarian belt hasn’t reached [Three Corners y«t. They were quite oat' of fashion. My hero, Durham, de feated thp cur Deamona I I knew he would. I don't know what the OuRHtvufrvsAT Stop Dumono Hit Fob A Until After the Game Dauntless! Durham Says: i -i . v/baL. A4*u/ttrf wP i Thy ^ KEKLEJ.? LbACEG )UBHAM.At DAT Duipmm Meos A Cimn Stval Of Third ISMOfTO INCjlNQ tEii Over ant nob rumor* Mist about most «n*y ona Mr. Dwmond oumt to our offio* jwtardaj uad paid for 5‘ jmn’ ccbocrlptton to tk« Puliudlam. "Tho PuHutban to tho uotoanJ paper, and ita odttorloJj aro Ua had evar II i IWi aaid Mr. Daamond. Thanks- Dumuiis Daring .Steal Tied Hie Score" By Cliff Sterrett CoBFririst. 1913, International N*wb Swvtce THAT Amy The I dear! n's The WAY S6u ALLUZ ~1RV 'T’M/Ak'E. A Moajktv (. OuTTA ME WoY MV 64^!' 6n Your Goat that's PuTrV C TAIK TEH a ybuw6 LAOY or] Culture ,aw' J RFF/UEMEK/T ( iM't itjJ "There Y'6o 1 You Poor Simp, Vbu JuSt (jurAl (juhS! mi a CAhY 1 CorRLcT The. <jAL winour You TbSTiw’ VER HAT 1 w the / RlA/6 ? / <JEE BUT THESE J/lkJTlS"" (TebIAiwlV Do Get MV j &O.AT *. I HIRE A hall, pa. Vou YAY S6urSele! You rixTAiklLV Do!! Y/AL DoAJY Blame the Poor Gmlo Voure a Fikie sample, for a lSrowim' 6al VO^ ?4re» For "Tmiw' you TAU6MT HER VerSeleir By Tom McNamara Skinny's Slip Was Quite Permissible Renfintered United Staten Patent Office. Sfos.s'i DEAR. I SAvW A ACTRESS IM THE M01/IE6 FAlNf BEAOTlpOLLY Kiouj sEe yooRe supposed To be a policeman on to corner AND t 60 OP TO YOU TO ASK YOU vxiiwr TiMS IT IS AND DIS COVER THAT YOO ARE bn FIRST H OS BAND V«H0 RAN AWAY FROM MS A LONG LONG TIME AGO AND t GOT MARRIED AGAIN BECAUSE I THOUGH r YOL) WERE DEAD if— a FOOD FOR FANS m,- COOK.6 0 Wrajt AND ■'w SERVED get readt skinnt 1H STARTING TO PAINT! SAY, IF TOD CANT KEEP QlXEr, GET OUTER OUR. r - TBEAT RE 1 i— 3 LAST NIGHT and 1 WANT To SEE IF I CAN DO IT. WILL YOU CATCH jEE ain't mh picture in the paper A LOTS OP TH9SS To- DAS ! TD-0A7 TKE 61 ANTS 16 601N6 TO PLAY THE HIMK1ES." EA6LEBEAK IS 60IM6 TO PITCH FOR. THE 6IAMTS AND ‘SOOP* SULLIVAN S 60/NG TO PITCH FOR. THE Pinkies" — poll reports /nI TO-tOORROU)S PAPER J'J. SKIMN7 SHAKERS 6006LY DEPT SHAMERS - (< easy No. 15 DRAWING A SIMEET LESSONS APPLE O^a^it^^oTaruUiAyi/ IDHAT KINO OF MAKE THE BEST HUSBANDS l - CARRIED WEti. "UJHATOHA f/NKER DAT? * l4&)2Aj6rjL ftyi PROM THE NORTH 7 1 - ST <SAN6 AN AP0L06Y spur-spor: - gosh, ■ THEM FEATHERS kL ON YOORHAT IS STlCklN' IN MS EEE2ER 1 . spur- spiff. Vstand dp OH n\ YOU PIP THAT SIMPLY grand' Almost LIKE THE POUCEMAN DIO- \ i didn't Think _ ' 'too COULD • DO lT‘.-NOW s hold me . ) FOR A WHILE-; SlNIi 60SH, l CAN'T STAND that THE SHOWS OVER ! j " 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? UJ(T*E?seD S '6NeD J? itl/* WHAr is JhB LONGEST 5 EftfSHci ‘ *4-