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The Triple Tie
Do You Wonder
That Cnpi'l Is Such an Ailnrable
Ro^tie \Vhpii His Mother Was
Such a liovelv Trouble Maker?
Copyright. 1913. International Kews Service.
A Storv for Baseball Fans That \N'i 11 Interest Kvery
Lover of the National (lame.
To day's Installment.
CHAPTER II.
S EATED In a chair, with dill f<*t
rosttintr on the edge of a small
stove in the center of the room,
was a short, keen-eyed man in his
thirties, reading a copy of Sporting
Life. He turned his head an the
door opened and swept his eye over
the dripping figure that stood. tall
and erect. ju- fc t within the doorway
Pools of water formed on the floor
under the stranger and they came to
gether in a rivulet, which crept snake-
like along the- planking until it found
a friendly crack.
“I am looking for Mr Bill Smith,
manager of the Atlanta Baseball
Club.” said the young man.
“I am Bill Smith.” replied the man
in the chair “What can I do fo!
you ?”
”1 want to play ball on your team. 1
Long experience in managing pen
nant-winning ball teams (and some
that were not pennant-winners) had
taught Bill Smith many valuable
baseball lessons. One of these was
never to pass snap Judgment on h ball
n III "lin f
layer; another was never to take a
ball player's estimate of his own abil
ity. Nineteen managers out of twen
ty would have taken just one glan-e
at the bedraggled figure in the door
way and dismissed it with a curt
“nothing doing.’ That was not HIM
Smith s w ay. And his met nod of
handling this particular applicant f'».
a position on his team led to the most
surprising series of sensations that
ever happened in the history of the
national game.
“You look somewhat moist, ob
served the manager. “Take off your
clothes and dry them at this stove.
“Whisky ! “ he suddenly yelled That
isn’t an invitation to take a drink,” he
added. “1 am only calling my attend
ant.”
Smith Surprised.
In response to the summons a col
ored man entered the room briskly
"Whisky." said Bill Smith, “help
this gentleman with his clothes.
Wring ’em out. start up the Are and
hang ’em up around the stove
“Yas^it yassir,” replied Whisk v,
getting busy at once. Many seasons
spent in attending to the wants of
impatient ball players in that cluh
house had developed an activity in
Whisky far beyond the trend of his
rac e In a jifl> he had every stitch of
the young man’s clothes off him. Then
he brought towels and began to ad
minister a * borough rubdown.
Familiar as he was with all stages
of dress and undress. Bill Smith could
not repress an exclamation of admi
ration for the wonderful specimen if
young manhood that stood before him,
Hi rr* out stretched, while the attend
ant vigorously applied the towel. The
manager cast aside his “Sporting
Life" and walked completely around
the young man. sizing him up from
tip to toe Six feet two inches, per
haps a trifle under that, he appear d
to be. Smith guessed his weight !*»
he a good 200 pounds, with not mo «
than five pounds to come otT. A well
shaped head and neck were set on a
ji;> r of broad shoulders not too square.
> ven as the stranger s body swayed
( n d ..is a i nis moved slightly under
(he manipulations of tin- skillful rub
ber. Smith could see the back muscle*
ripple. Clean-limbed he was all the
way down, waist somewhat tapering,
small, but strong-looking hips an 1
legs like a quarter-mile runner. His
skin was as fair, almost, as a wom
an’s.
The* manager grabbed ills chair,
turned it around to face the stranger,
and sat down in it.
"What’s your name," he asked.
"Gordon Kelly.”
"Sounds like a good combination.
Gordon was a great Georgia soldier
and Kelly was a great baseball gen
eral. How old an you’.'”
"Twenty-one next month.”
Never Saw a Game.
"What club <ll<i you play with last?"
“Never played on any club."
"What?"
“Never saw a ball game in my life.”
Whisky promptly ceased rubbing,
threw down ^he towel and moved off
with an expression of disgust on his
face.
"Pick up that towel and .finish your
job. Whisky. We’re not through with
this young man vet," remarked Bill
Smith.
"Dis ain’t no ball player, boss
Dlshyere Is Jest a common, ordinary
white man.” expostulated the attend
ant
"You never can tell. Whisky; you
never can tell." replied Bill Smith,
letting fall a philosophic remark that
had not a little to do with his suc
cess as a manager of ball players
Whisky took up the towel and
started in again, hut it was plainly
to be seen his heart was not in his
work. Whisky lived, moved and
breathed in the atmosphere of base-
hail. Ball players were as food and
drink to him A syndicate of John L.
Sullivans. Frank Gotches. Phi gene
Sandows and Percy Herculesea would
have created hut a sorry impression
on Whisky if it couldn't play ball.
"All right. Whisky, that’s enough.”
declared the manager. "Now, hten,
bring me a uniform - pants and shirt.
That’s the stuff. Crawl Into then#
Mr Kelly, and draw tip a chair ami
toast your shins in front of this fire
while your clothes are drying out
Have a <igar?"
"I never smoke.”
"Have a chew?”
“I never use It."
“I should say you didn’t by the
looks of those molars. Have a drink’’
I never drink ”
“Well, you couldn't get It here if
you wanted it. Now, tell me, whai
put it. Into your head* that you want
ed to play hall?”
A Cobb or a Speaker.
"I’ll tell you. Mr. Smith,” replied
Kelly, with a smile of engaging
frankness that displayed his fln»*
teeth. "I read in the newspapers
about T\ Cobb getting $10,000 a year
and holding out for $16,000 It looked
good to me.”
"Is that all?”
"Not quite. I came from the Geor '
gia mountain country. Mr. Smith. I
have never been in a city before. The
first time I ever rode in a street car
was this -morning But, 1 know PI
about baseball, although I have nevei
even seen a ball game "
Whisky waited to hear no more
With a look of immeasurable supe
riority on tils black face, he turned
and left the club house. Gordon Kelly I
continued;
"Now, all this may sound strange o
you. Mr. Smith, but I am Just as con
fident that I can soon become a good
ball player as I am that you will con
tinue to win baseball pennants.”
Bill Smith laughed.
"That seems to put it up to me.” he
said. "You’ve got the instinct* of a
hall player all right. They always pur
it up to the manager, especially the
pitchers You must want to be a
pitcher."
"No, sir. I want to be an out field- j
er.”
A Ty Cobb, eh?”
“A Ty Cobb, or a Tris Speaker, or
better."
Bill Smith grinned Kver since he ;
broke into the game he had been pes
tered. off and on, by all sorts of base
ball "bugs." but this was about the
worst case he ever experienced. Here
was a young man who confessed he
never saw a game of ball, yet was
positive he had the makings in him of
a player that would surpass two of
the greatest diamond stars the game
ever produced. The idea was as ab- j
surd as if a street sweeper came n
and said that while he didn’t know
anything about the oil business, he
was sure lie could make more mone*
in it than John 1>. Rockefeller. Thu
whole tiling was so ridiculous it wis
really funn> Hill Smith’s grin broke
into h hearty laugh But (Jordon Kel
ly ddn’t laugh. He was never more
serious in his life. The manager no
tired the expression on the young
man’s face and his laughter ceased.
A High Standard
Better than a Cobb or Speaker eh?
Well, I don't mind saying. Mr. Kelly,
you have set a pretty high standard
for yourself Now. then, what do you
want me to do, sign you up at T.v
Cobb’s salary?"
Gordon Kelly shifted his chair so
that he faced the manager.
Nothing like that, Mr. Smith," he
said soberly "Here's,my proposition;
The Southern League championship
veason opens on April 10, about six
weeks from now What I want you
to «]o is this Give me permission to
practice here with you and your
payers until the season opens. If
to that time I haven’t demonstrated
iny worth fo you as a ball player, just
say so, and we will part the best of
friends as far as 1 am concerned. If
on the other hand. I do demonstrate
to you that I am entitled to a place
on your team, 1 will ask that you
sign me up at whatever salary you
rare to pay me. There's nothing un
fair. or unreasonable in that, is
there?”
Bill Smith took three or four puffs
of his cigar before replying to this
direct question. What sort of person
was he dealing with, he wondered
Was this young man simply an extra
ordinary baseball "hug." or was ha
mentally unbalanced" Was he base
ball crazy, or crazy In the real sense
of the word? If he simply had the
baseball craze, there was nothing
astonishing about that and Bill Smith
figured he would have no trouble in
handling the case. He had handled
many of them successfully in his time
But ihe other kind of Insanity was a
little out of his line, and required not
i baseball exuert. but an alienist
//7j\v
*****
L ovely he is adorable, a plotter, irresistible, a knave,
sweet as an almond-blossom, a dabbler in trouble, soft
hearted, cruel, “Love” his business, a promiser, offering
bitter-sweet, unutterably a darling, unchangeably a rascal!
And everybody— ('specially those who have been stirred
'round in one of his concoctions which he calls “an affair”) —
everybody (’specially those who know he is both an almond
blossom and a rascal and vet love him everybody wonders'
why he is all this! Maybe you do not think of his mother
when you wonder that. How could he help but be lovable, a
rascal, and a contradiction? For his mother he had a crea
ture, herself born of the sea, the sea which is tender and
terrible, smiling and stormy, and all mystery—Venus—god
dess of beauty, lover of laughter and love and light, herself a
rogue and a saint! Playing all day long under the sun and
sky of dream-fostering Greece, in the white-circle of her arms,
strained to her breast, teased with a rose in her idle hand,
looking often into the hot blue of her eyes, hearing her laugh
ter. comrade in her mischief—son of a Beauty—a devotee of
lx>ve—a sweet Rogue—how could he be other than what he isl
NELL BRINKLEY.
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Infringe and Love
By NELL BRINKLEY
.:. Little Bobbie s Pa .:.
He Has a Ki^lit With a Scotch Kid and Comes Out
a Victor After a Hard "Scrap.”
I HAD a flte with a Scotch kid yes
terday. It was a close flte; the
Scotch kid came close to gitting
killed beefoar I felt sorry for him. I
got a black eye &- that was all.
I doant like fltes. & I newer have
a flte until I am forced into it. but
this Scotch kid was too„ fresh. He
cairn to our house with nis father.
His father was a Scotch Highlander
wioh had fought all thru the Boer war
A- dident git hurted. He was jest like
nis littel boy. His naim was Duglas
McNabb & the naim of the kid was
Sandy McNabb.
We went out Into the yard to play
catch & Sandy -wasent a good player
at all. He had on kilts; he sed that
his mother always asked him to wear
kilts, but he sed he was glad of it
beekaus he was a true Scotchman
wasent ashamed of it. The Scotch
are a undefeated race, he toald me, K-
these kilts stands for currage &
flteing qualities.
The Irish is pritty good fiters. too. I
sed My father is Scotch, but my
mother is half Scotch half Irish. &
I am proud of the Irish blood that is in
me.
But the Irish aint a undefeated
race, seel Sandy. Maybe thav have
baen defeated. I sed, but .hay newer
knew it if they was. Why doant voj
catch the ball onst in a while, butter
Angers? I sed to him.
Golf Was His Pie.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
It talks brains to play base*
I d-inna car^ much for this sorry
kind of a gaim, he sed to me. Gojf,
that is a braw gaim. I doant think
much of gold. I toald Sandy. Golf
is a high-toned cousin of shinnev.
Rasehall is the grarest gaim in the
wtirld.
ball.
It can’t taik much brains to play
baseball or the Scotch v/ud be play-
in it, sed Sandy McNabb The Scotch
are all brains. Look at Eobbie Burns,
he sed. That man knew everything.
Shakespeer knew a lot. too, I sed. He
knew a littel. sed Sandy, but not as
much as Bobbie Burns. Bobbie Burns .
knew moar than my own father *
knows, he sed.
Tom Moore was Irish, I sed, & he
rote pritty potrey. too. Why doant
you catch that ball?
I dinna cair to play moar the noo,
sed Sandy. It hurts my fingers
muckle. he sed. So we quit, but San
dy dident stop talking.
Bobbie Burns was a all around
geenyus, he sed. My father says I aiu^
going to look like him wen I grow
up & rite potrey, too, to keep up the
naim of the undefeated race.
How It Started.
Maybe you will rite potrey, sed I
to Sandy, but you will newer \ look
like Bobbie Burns, yon littel tvart.
Bobbie Burns' was always handsome,
as a kid K- ns a man. When you
grow up you will prubly look like you
look now. only you will have to spend
a littel Scotch munny for bigger kits
& you will have red hair on the calfs
of yure legs ware you havent any
pants, I sed.
I will na be called a wart, sed
Sandy. Hoot mon, he sed, taik that,
and he hit me in the eye. I didn't
know' he was going to hit me: that
is how I got my black eye. Then I
sailed into Sandy* licked him good im
proper. I was going to maik fun of
him & his underfeated race, but I
happened to think that I am 3-4
Scotch, too.
He Was a Great Man
“L
OOKING impressive is well
worth while." said the drug
store man. "Let me tell you
a story.
“John Higginbotham, who lived in
the town tnat I came from, was a tine
old fellow. But he was of such a
retiring disposition that he got the
worst of everything. He was so meek
and mild that he never went any
where saw anything or did anything.
| "He was given a back seat on all
special occasions. He wore a smile
most of the time, sx) few’ people ever
knew how sensitive he was about his
clothes and his personal appearance
generally.
"There came a time when the doc-
: tor said John must wear spectacles
John was filled with consternation be
cause of his apprehension as to their
effect on his looks. He feared that
could see plainly through the new
spectacles, however, that Gabe’s face
wore an expression of wonder rather
than amusement.
"’The very man!’ exclaimed Gabe.
" ‘You Fee.*’ he went on to explain,
‘there isn’t a man in the village to
preside on the platform when the
President speaks. There isn’t a man
who looks impressive enough to si/
beside the President. But with then?
specs. John, you can sit right up
there and the President will take you
for a college professor.’
“That’s.' how it happened that John
Higginbotham shared the honors of
the occasion along with the water
pitcher, the drinking glass and the
President's handkerchief. And no
doubt the President thought the vil
lage was quite a seat of learning,
judging from the appearance of the d
man who sat on the platform, for
very now and then he turned around,
- ~et the approval of the presiding
to
men
women and children would make
fun of him
"Nevertheless, he wanted to wear
spectacles, because the President of
the United States was coming to town
and John wanted to see him. He
wanted to know if the President
looked like the pictures in the news
paper. So he wore spectacles.
'Hi.'’ legs trembled beneath him
when he first ventured out on the
street wearing the spectacles. How
ever, the clear vision they gave him
was delightful!
“The fl-st friend he met w as Gabriel.
Von Yorden. and John colored to tin-
roots of his hair at the steady gaze
with which Gabe regarded him. He
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
dignitary, which John was too badly
frightened to give.
“John’s imperturbability made the
President still more anxious to win
the approval of such a Kern and pon
derous individual. As John nev« r
turned a hair all through the speech,
the head of the nation went on his
way thinking how shallow and in con
sequential his efforts were in the eyes
of the deep man on the platform."
Rod in Pickie.
“How well behaved your children
are." said the minister’s wife.
"They are perfectly lovely chil
dren." added the minister.
The parents smiled proudly, and up
spoke little Agnes:
"Pa said if we didn’t behave he’d
knock our blocks off; didn’t you,
pa?”
"There are loyal hearts, there are
spirits brave.
There are souls that are pure and
true:
Then give to the world the best you
have.
And the best shall come back to
you.
Give love, and love to your heart
will flow.
A strength to your inmost need:
Have faith and a score of hearts
will show
Their faith in your word and deed.
KINKY HAIR
SOFT
AND
SILKY
For life is the mirror of king and
slave.
Tie just what you are and do:
Then give to the world the best yod
have
And th* best will come back to
you."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
j Copyright^ 1913. by the H. K Fly, Com
Li
What Caraway Seeds Did
pany. The play Within the Law ’ is
copyrighted by Mr Veiiler and this
novelixatlon of it is published by his
permission The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of the representation
and performance of “Within the Uw"
In all languages.
u
N - < i. I thank v
from Mle
I thank you." said the man
gan “Not an>\
1 never eat cake «>r
:anri
"How strange!" murmured the in
nocent young woman.
“Listen" said the man from Mich
igan. "and i will tel; you the whole
sad story Once i was very fond of
'cake, and perhaps 1 would now be if
1 were not fo; fear" here the Mich-
nver hi
i gander looked i
shoulder—"of caraway seed."
“I can not stand caraway seed.
That’. 11 why I eat neither candy nor
cake, and almost no bread. It is a
great hardship.”
“But there are some kinds of cake
and cnnd\ that do not contain cara
way seed." objected the innocent
young woman
"No. I used t« think there were.
(bice or twice 1 thought I had discov
ered a kind that was free from cara
way seed, but it always turned out to
have some caraway seed in it.
I once hired a special baker to
l-ake cake and bread for me without
«ar iwa> • d in it 1 was happy for
a while. Then all of a sudden l hit
fu 1 force into a caraway seed in the
mids't of my cake. It was a pink
cake with gothic ornaments such as
1 delighted in. It was a cruel shock
“I flew down the street to the den
tist's to get him to give me som» -
hing for the pain in my tooth, and
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT
11 Fitted in your
^Ii ° Wn ^° me
after he had administered cocain
plentifully I went after the baker
He tried to explain that the boy was
responsible for the caraway seed and!
that it was all an accident, but I
chased that baker over the counter
and tinder the counter until 1 had
ireiia SP1RELLA
H£9 CORSET SHOP
IRSETS Phone W. 428
si*«Tom«t
nd postal for corseticre to call.
Nevcrt .eiese. peop c have put car
way seeds over on me many times
ince Sometimes I ana-yze a piece of
• ke when I am especially hungry!
• •r it, exploring tne last crumb. When i
am reassured and thrown off m.'
uard 1 bite into a sixty horsepower !
araw ay seed that makes my hair I
There
° help for it Gar*way]
seed is a universal affliction.” 1
The *orger smiled, and there was
Malignant triumph in his expression
"Pooh!" he exclaimed. ‘Even if I
used 1t. the\ would never get on to
me. See this. 1 " He pointed at the
strange contrivance on the muzzle
Alarv s curiosity made her forget for
a moment her distaste.
“What is It?" she asked, interesled-
1> T nave never seen anything like
that before.'
“Of course, you naven't," Garson
answered with much pride. "I m the
first man in the business to get one
and I'll bet on r I keep up with the
times." For • n> e. he was revealing
that fundamental egotism which is tne
characteristic of a his kind. "That's
one of the new Maxim silencers, do
ronttnue.d With smokeless powder
n the cart'tdges, and the silencers m,
1 an make a shot from my coat-
pocke and you wouldn't even know it
had been done ' ' * And I'm some
shot. believe me."
Impossible"' Mat\ ejaculated.
No. it a in the man assertei
"Here, wait; I'll show* you."
“Good gracious, not here!” Mary
exclaimed in alarm. "We would have
the whole place down on us."
Garson chuckled.
' You just watch the dinky little
vase on the table across the room
there. Tain't very valuable, is it?”
“No." Mary whispered.
A Spectacular Shot.
In the same instant, while »till her
eyes were on the vase, it fell in ;v
ascade of shivered glass to the tabl6
and floor. She had heard no sound,
she saw no smoke. Perhaps there had
been a faintest clicking noise. She
whs not sure She stared dumfouni-
ed for h few seconds, then turned tier
bewildered face toward Garson. who
was grinning in high enjoyment.
“I wouldn’t have believed it possi-
ole.' she declared, vastly impressed.
Neat little thing, ain’t it"" the man
asked, exultantly.
"Where did you get it?” Mary
asked.
In Boston, last week. And between
you and me. Mary, it’s the only mode),
and it sure is a corker for crime "
The sinister association of ideas
made Mary shudder, but she said n?
more She would have shuddered again
,f she could have guessed the vita’
part that pistol, was destined to play.
But she had no thought of any actui,
peril to come from it. She might have
thought otherwise, could she have
known of the meeting that night It
The back room of BMnke.Wa. where
English Eddie and Garson sat with
r'neir heads close together over a ta
ble
“A chance like this," Griggs was
saying, “a chance that will make a
/ortune for all of us.”
"It sounds good," Garson admitted
v totally.
“It is good.’’ the other declared with
in oath. "Why, if this goes through,
we're set up for life. We can quit,
all of us."
Yes." Garson agreed, "we can quit,
ill of us.” There was avarice in his
voice.
The tempter was sure that th ft bat-
le was won. and smiled contentedly
Well," he urged, "what do you
mhv ?"
“How would we split it?” It was
Main that Garson had given over the
struggle against greed. After all.
.ifarv was only a woman, despite her
leverness. and with ail a woman's
Mmiditv. Here was sport for men.
"Three ways would lie right." Griggs
answered "One to me. one 'o you
ind one to h» divided up among the
others."
Garson brought hi* fist dow n on *h*
able with a force that male ths
glasses jingle
“You’re on." he said, strongly.
“Fine!" Griggs declared, and the
wo men shook hands. “Now. ill
get
“Get nothing!" Garson interrupter.
*1*11 get mv own men. Chicago Rea is
n town So is Dacev. with perhaps
a couple of others of the rignt sort
I’ll get them to meet you at Biinkey *
M 2 to-morrow afternoon, and. if ii
iooks right, well turn the trick to
morrow night.”
"That's the stuff.' Griggs agreed,
greatly pleased
But a sudden shadow fell on the
face of Garson He bent closer to his
! companion, and spoke with a fierce
i intensity that brooked no denial.
She must never know
Griggs nodded understandings
•'Of course." he answered. "I gtre
you my word that I'll never tell her.
And you know' you can trust me.
Joe."
“Yes " the forger replied somberly.
“1 know I can trust you." But the
shadow did not lift from hia face.
CHAPTER XIV.
A Wedding Announcement.
Mary dismissed OarsOn presently
and betook herself to her bedroom
for a nap. The day had been a try
ing one. and. though her superb
health could endure much, she felt
that both prudence and comfort re
quired that she should recruit her
energies while there was opportunity.
s$he was not in the least surprised
that Di~k hed not yet returned,
though he had mentioned half an
hour. At the best, there were many
things that might detain him. his fa
ther’s absence from the office, diffi
culties in making arrangements for
his projected honeymoon trip abroad
—which would never occur—or the
like. At the worst, there was a chance
of finding his father promptly, and of
that father as promptly taking steps
to prevent the son from ever again
seeing the woman who had so indis
creetly married him
Yet. somehow. Mary could not be
lieve that her husband would yield
to such paternal coercion. Rather,
she was sure that he would prove
loyal to her whom he loved, through
every trouble. At the thought a cer
tain wistfulnAss pervaded her. and a
poignant regret that this particular
Saar. hare been the one chosen
of fate te> entangled wnbix her
mesh of rweenge
Variety. Variety!
You were once the spice of living.
Sobriety’s propriety
Found change great joy was giving.
But now it’s sad to see life whisk
In the m1le-a-mknute range;
But the critical glance grows a full-
moon disk
When told. “Just keep the change.”
In vain w r e call old notions fudge.
And bend our conscience to our
dealing:
The Ten Commandments will not
budge.
And stealing will continue stealing.
—James Russell Lowell.
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A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° e °A K
14 Whitehall St.. AtUnti, G«.
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accept no other, but
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Marvel Co., 44 E. 23d S«„ H.T.
To Ba Cofltmuod T«-m»rr«vw,
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GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS
24£ Whitehall Street
(Over Brown & Allen’s)
Gold Crowns S4—Bridge Work V/
All Work Guaranteed .
Hoiks 8-6 Phone M 1708 Suntfsys