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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. NATERDAY. MAY l>4. 191ft.
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The Five
Frankforters
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 come.
She looked al the toffee service of
gold—she thought of Neustadt Castle,
(he home of brave men and women of
her race for long hundreds of years—
j .she visioned the treasury of Taunus
| empty quite of gold. Sh»- was only a
girl with a girl's longing heart—but
this was the home of her ancestors—
and Guslavus was the last of a race
that must be preserved at any cost.
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
Faris to visit Klausthal, 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 ever
known. You caress with lying eyes
that you may have Paris gowns. And
for one wild moment I had thought
! 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 tabic as a simple girl of our
world might have done. Instead, walk
ing with stately mien—an^ trembling
knees and blinded eyes—to her old
tower room, she sat there at her
rose-hung window and watched her
youth 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 Gus
tavus, Count Fehrenberg by his side
and two grooms at the rear. In
Neustadt Castle a girl lay crumpled
across a canopie^ bed of old ma
hogany, and was fighting for the
mere desire to live. In Jew’s lane
another girl stood meryy-hearted and
gay and watched the light play in
prismatic color cn 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 th*
highway of life while a woman
waits at either end of the road.
Playing the Game.
As they galloped through the
spring sunshine Fehrenberg’* eye*
“were alight with miscihief 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 iittle 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 mv
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 whimsically as he
turned from Amsche 1 to Solomon.
“And you, Baron, I create a com
mander of fhis honorable order. I
consider that your courage rose yes
terday to supreme heights. Allow
me to point out that the ribbon is so
wide that in warm weather it w r ill
save the necessity of a waistcoat."
If this was indeed a game—even if
he were being made game of—Solo
mon would play it too. He bowed
low. “Your Highness. T thank you
in the name of all of us for .the man
ner in which it pleases and amuse*
you to honor us.’
From 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 Klausthal-
Agorda had brought it there, sudden
ly cleared like the rising of a gray
mist.
Held Out Her Hand.
Holding out her hand and bowing
with dignified self-possession, Frau
Gudula spoke to the Heir of Nestadt
and Taunus: “You are welcome, Duke
Gustavus, to my house. How do you
do. Count Fehrenberg.”
“Dear Baroness.” said Gustavus 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
that we settle our financial business
at once?” and thereat, in solehYn pro
cession the four brothers followed the
Duke and Count Fehrenberg to the
unpretentious little office upstairs,
where lay the agreement and twelve
million florins in gold and notes!
“What are you waiting for. Jacob?”
I do not like this business—nor
will I share its profit.’’
“My boy, we always share our du
ties when the family Is decided,
whether they are pleasant duties «-r
not. You must take your place wi*h
them. I have no wish to entertain
the Duke In this house—but I must
do so now he Is here. I am going
now to choose some of your grand
father’s old Burgundy with which to
do honor to the unwelcome guest who
is in my hous^. Think it over while
1 am gone, my little Jacob.”
Charlotte went after her grand
mother and shut the door with a
great show of tmnortance. With
girlish eagerness, and merrily withal,
she entered on the interview that
must make or mar four lives.
“Cousin Jacob—why are you so
much against lending money to the
Duke?”
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To Be Con*ir.^ad Monday,