Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN A XT) NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 24, 1f)n The Five Frankforters By Herriman The Dingbat Family Cwrtfht. 1*13. International X*ww Service [OOKIT WHAT UUAWTsTo Give) ' HEE-HEE -E ME BOXIWG- Les>D>0<\LS^ ; ' iDlOSVM Cfti This /Mere child, C 15 IT AJOT AMUS/AJ&L_, 'yM MV ft. oweft. op bdbaT %) IF V'DOWT RUAJ RIGHT Hume. To VouR MA, V'Voua;<>^- FLIPPER' I'lL &IVE you c SUCH a -5LAP otJ THe_A VAio&e. —— J WHAT 13 Vr MV ) FLAMME D AMOUfe mit, oh Mmib Come here To mb.. —v quick !! /— 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. Evelyn’s great moment had coma. She looked at the coffee service of gold—she thought of Neustadt Castle, the home of brave men and women oi her race for long hundreds of years— she visioned • the treasury of Taunus empty quite of gold. She was only a girl with a girl’s longing heart—but this was the home of her ancestors— and Gustavus was the last of a race that must be preserved at any cdst. She struggled for a light tone. "I could care a great deal if you were to dawdle here over your breakfast and miss your Important engagement with the bankers of Frankfort. When the treasury is quite stocked with gold pieces, Gustavus, may I go to Farts to visit Klausthai, and bring back all the lovely Paris fashions?” Gustavus looked at her with bitter scorn. "So you are scheming too— the one pure, good thing I had ewer known. You caress with lying eyes that you may have Paris gowns. And for one wild moment I had thought I could give it all up—the old castle— the old home—and go to Paris like Klausthal—abdicate—for you.” The Prince strode from the room —the Frankfort business must not fall now, and because Evelyn was a prin cess and must never forget her royal dignity, she did not fling her sobbing body across the old mahogany break fast table as a simple girl of our world might have done. Instead, walk ing with stately mien—and trembling knees and blinded eyes—to her old tower room, she sat there at her rose-hung window and watohed her y-outh die, the while Gustavus, mag nificent in royal uniform of Cream and blue, rode away to Frankfort— and fortune. Down the Highway. .. Down the highway clattered <Jt»* tavus. Count Fehrenberg by his side and two grooms at the rear. In Neustadt Castle a girl lay crumpled across a canopied bed of old ma hogany, and was fighting for the mere desire to live. In Jew's lane another girl stood raeryy-hearted and gay and watched the light play in prismatic color on the glory.of her necklace—little unconscious Char lotte, Into whose hands Destiny was soon to deliver the threads of many lives. What will you do, Charlotte? What can you do when your hour strikes? Evelyn met her hour-^and you? So many a man rides down the highway of life while a woman waits at either end of the road. Playing the Game. As they galloped through the spring sunshine Fehrenberg** eyes »were alight with imisdhief at the great coup he had Gustavus had planned the night before, and when the first meetings had been con cluded after their arrival at the lucky house In Jews’ Lane, he reminded his sovereign of their little game. Gustavus banished two tender, lov ing, lying eyes from his mind—those eyes had journeyed in his memory from Neustadt Castle to Jews’ Lane, but now he must “play the game.” “Of course, quite right. Gentlemen, I wish to creat you knights of my family order. To your oldest I give the decoration generally conferred for valor on the field. The motto is “Undaunted.” I choose this decora tion for you, because you are so bold as to be about to lend me money. No soldier could display greater cour age.” He smiled whimeicaaiy as he turned from Amsche 1 to -Solomon. “And you, Baron, I create a com mander of this honorable order. I consider that your courage rose yes terday to supreme heights. Alloa’ me to point out that the ribbon 1s so wide that in warm weather It win save the necessity of a waistcoat." If this was indeed a game—even It he were being made game of—Solo mon would play it too. He bowed low. “Your Highness, I thank you in the name of all of us for the man ner in which it pleases and amusea you to honor us.” F^rom the doorway a gentle voice spoke, and as his grandmother and cousin came into the room, the som ber, wounded-animal look that had never left Jacob’s face since the veiled Insults of the Prince of Klaosfchal- Agorda had brought it there, sudden ly cleared like the rising of a gray mist. Held Out Her Hand. Holding out her hand and bowtn* with dignified self-possession, Frau Gudula spoke to the Heir of Nfestadt and Taunus: “You are welcome, Duke Gustavus, to my house. How do you do. Count Fehrenberg.” ^ "Dear Baroneas." said Gustavtm to Charlotte, "if I do not speak my thoughts to you, it is because your beauty makes a pretty speech appear so plain!” Charlotte chose to be demure. —I thank Your Highness for your re serve." Even for pretty speeches, Solomon meant to brook no delay. If there was to be coquetry it might well come later, when the contract was duly signed and sealed. "May I propose Heres OUR. Pbak'Aaid HERE'S OUR. I AIK'; You F/AIISH IT, \NE HAVE AlT THE. HEART To Do IT ThAT Lil FELLOW A/A)r AJOBoDVoai EARTH BUT THE’WORLD'S BAA) TAM-WEIGHT CHAMPION CURTA/A) Would it aict bs wetcL. 'To send Tk/vr Sluggard 'To The Uncle* Owcfc. / IN A WHILE'S — you Be The I T first To &o. trRAT.y I Agree with You. ■ Go ToThw Art' Thou Sluggard meaning words f vTkosfc H'b&rry v) OAld L WHAT Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A Our Hero Slams the Ball on the Nose, but Crafty, Crooked Desmond Cheats Him Out of His Home Run By Hershfield Copyright, 1913, International New* Service LET THAT NiCyMY SCHOOL. HERO H»T YOU. I LL RLiN BALK OF THE pence, i HAvE a Plan to prevent Him from k^trina V^MuSY BE N\INE ■*Y LOVER DURHAM is at rat: it is the NINTH WN ING- AND MY HA?list Make-A HOME RUN TD xv in THE <%Avie and MYsexF 1 HOORAY For. Durham’ hooray. we held Durham iTo A Tie ; , <Don’t WORRY Durham. \ DESMOND CAN’T ' VvHM THE Si -SERIES ) i YotchaT Desmond! i Hooray jS Fop. ,De smondF Durham has Slammed it oldt my plan i will PRtvfKrr \ a home y WHAT A funny t FREAK OF the I.WIND J W THE WIND M HAS SENT to the pill T\ BACK. Durham h\lS OUT.' the wind from this Row of (Electric fakjs 'will send thi (.Ball Back kATRiNA, \ TRu To WIN , WIU. .too Forgive V ME? By Cliff Sterrett Don’t Laugh; You Get the Same Thing at Home Copyright, 1913, International Vawa Service 14Kr. MV TIP M4 IF Vtou L SNEEZE To-NIGST IT'lL BE r~ All off! This S«iTch Doni OufTt Match but h'Ll PASS AT MIGHT’ KIM IT Be Po^lBLE. ~TheV LIVE'S A Soul So Simple., or is “The 816 Boob \ TRViU' T'klD ME! ( OUE ThikI6 1 Like. /BouT Your. / vy/oMEM FolkS \ SAM. |< That --fHE'/'RE. y <SeMUIMF. ! I Shake A l&S 1 Don See HOW/ You Kw Smile with These Lil 5upperS Pinch iw >— 1 You So! A LOOK L NATURAL itMUIME By Tom McNamara Here’s a Home Run That Caused a Run Home >o»it«d p.t»t J.4. W6 WAAJ A6AIN* EAGLE- BEAK CHUCKED POfK OS. CASH HE9 A BEAR. HE ONOf ALLOWED THE“H/rtk«S TWO HlTS.-THE GAME UIAS CALLED OFF IN THE SIXTH-, ALL MV FAULT— GOSH KAN6 <7. •STANDIIHL Of- THEM ThFRe CLUBS ui. l. p.c. HlNKiei" to ■GiA/mts- , 8 Y-’H-? sourwev s ~i An • 'Hi.iv . n IQ .IQ SkINNV SHANER’S faOOoLT OEPT SHAME It'S ORATING Ho. XL LSYjONS ROLLING PiM , (ANT THAT CLEotk’ CjmAuo&ttor MAT IS WE LOWEST SEnTEiVCE ? — LIFE J AH, HA, THAT'S THE 77mE 0>E Gj7 CHA— f /M0?- OR, U£W vwell 1 . ' tt&isji 5>l2 hx tc- Mu y PROM HENRY LiMOEtUIG-eiTYL A feLlND MAN SEES IT, A LAME MAN RUNS AtTER It BDF A AJAKED MAN PiSKS IT up AMD , PUTS if N fHSPOCKEr.viiHAriSir. Ojuim ANO KMOCLED a High pool THROUGH A THIRD story LUINPou. IN THE Pink FLATS, of course the game had IT F$E STOPPED. BY THE WAV- IF WE WANTED Tj PE FUNNY WE COULD C4LL THiS PicTuPS THE HOME RUN A/"OA*A Tq Bo Gonimad ^ Dio I ARr. ) j Hake \ MV k MV LlP^ Cheeks] “Too J “THE ( RED PROPER. \ L Shaoe?|| Dewiowb 7 2 CUIRHAM 72 '1 IIW ! ' 11 JJiuiliL li