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1 he Triple Tie
Do You Wonder %
That.Cupid Ir Such an Adorable
Rogue When His Mother Was
Such a Lovelv Trouble Maker?
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright. 19J3. International Newsservice.
A Story for ILisoball Fans 'Unit Will Interest F.very
Lover of the National Game.
To-day’s Installment.
CHAPTER II.
S EATED in a chair, with his feet
resting 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 as ph«e
door opened and swept his eve over
the dripping figure that stood, tall
and erect, Juet within the doorway
Pools of water fortned 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 fol
you ?”
"I want to play hall on your team.
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 a ball
player: another was never to take a
bali player's estimate of his own abil
ity. Nineteen managers out of tvven- ;
ty would have taken Just one glance j
at the bedraggled figure in the door- j
way and dismissed it with a curt
"nothing doing." That was not Rill !
Smith's way. And his method of
handling this particular applicant for |
a position on his team led to the most j
surprising series of sensations that
ever happened in the history of the j
national game.
"You look somewhat moist, oh-
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; "I am only calling my attend
ant."
Smith Surprised.
In response to the summons a col
ored man entered the room brisk I y.
"Whisky." said Bill Smith, "help ;
this gentleman with bis clothes.
Wring ’em out, start up the fire uni
hang 'em up around the stove.”
"Yas^ir, yasslr," replied Whisk’*,
getting busy at once. Many seasons
spent in attending to the wants ->f
Impatient ball players In that club
house had developed an activity in
Whisky far beyond the trend of his
race. In a Jlfl'y he had every stitch of
the young man's clothes off him. Then
he brought towels and began to ad
minister a ‘horough 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 ?f j
young manhood that stood before him,
arms outstretched, 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 to,
be a good 200 pounds, with not mo v
than five pounds to cotne off. A web - j
shaped head and neck were set on a
pair of broad shoulders not too square.
Even as the stranger s body swayed
and his arms moved slightly under
the manipulations of the 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 aril
legs like a quarter-mile runner His
skin was as fair, almost, as a wom
an's. * , . , ,
The manager grabbed his chair,
turned it around to face the stranger,
and sat down in it.
"What's your name.” he asked.
"Gordon Kelly.”
•'Sounds like i good combination.!
Gordon was a great Georgia soldier'
and Kelly was a great baseball gen-;
eral How old arc you?”
"Twenty-one next month.”
Never Saw a Game.
"What club (ill! you play with last?"';
"Never played on any club."
"What 0 "
"Never saw a hall game in my life.” ;
Whisky promptly ceased rubbing.)
threw down the towel and moved off
with an expression of disgust on his
fare.
•Tick up that towel and finish your
Job, Whisky. We’re not through with
this young man yet,” remarked Bill
Smith.
"Pis ain't no ball player, boss.
Dishyeiv 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 sue- j
t es • a - a manager of ball players.
Whisky took up the towel and
started in again, but it was plainly I
tr* b*» seen his heart was not in his
ttork Whisky lived, moved and!
b;ea;h d in the atmosphere of base-1
ball. Ball players were as food and
drink to him. A syndicate of John L.
Sullivans. Frank Gotches, Eugene
Sandow* and Percy Herculesea would
have t reated but a sorry Impression
on Whisky If U 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 these,
Mr. Kelly, and draw up a chair anti
toast your shins In front of this fire*
while your clothes are drying out.
Have a cigar?"
"I never smoke,."
“Have a chew?"
"I never use it."
"f 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, what
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 fine
teeth. "I read in the newspapers
about Ty Cobb getting $10,000 a year
and holding out for $15,000. 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 1 ever rode in a street car
was this morning Rut, I know a'l
about baseball, although I have never
even seen a ball game.”
Whisky waited to hear no more.
With a look of Immeasurable supe
riority on his black face, he turned
and left the club house. Gordon Kelly
continued:
"Now, all this may sound strange io
you. Mr. Smith, but I a in Just ms 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 Instincts of a
hall player all right. They always put
It up to the manager, especially the
pitchers. You must want to be a
pitcher."
"No, sir; T want to he an outfield
er.”
"A Ty Cobb, eh?”
"A Ty Cobb, or a Tris Speaker, or
better."
Bill Smith grinned Ever since he
broke Into the game be 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
surd as if a street sweeper came n
and said that while he didn't know
anything about the oil business, be
was sure he could make more money
in It than John D. Rockefeller. Tha
whole thing was so ridiculous it was
really funny. Bill Smith's grin broke
Into a hearty laugh. But Gordon Kel
ly ddn’t laugh. He was never more
serious In his life. The manager no
ticed the expression on the young
man’s face and his laughter ceased.
A High Standard.
"Bettor than a Cobb or Speaker, eh?
Well. I don't mind saying, Mr. Kelly,
yon have sel a pretty high standard
for yourself. Now. then, what do you
want me to do, sign you up at Ty
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
season opens on April 10. about six
weeks from now What I want you
to do is this: Give me permission to
practice here with you and your
players until the season opens. Tf
h> that time I haven't demonstrated
my worth to you as a hall player, just
sav so and we will port the best of
friends as far as 1 am concerned. If,
on the other hand, 1 do demonstrate
to you that I am entitled to a place
on your team, I will ask that you
sign me up at whatever salary you
care to pay me. There's nothing un
fair, or unreasonable in t hty t, 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 "bug." or was he
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 the other kind of Insanity was a
little out of hts line, and required not
a baseball exuert, hut an alienist.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
L OVELY he is—adorable, a plotter, irresistible, a knave,
sweet as an almond-blossom, a dabbler in trouble, soft
hearted, cruel, “Love” bis 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 yet 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
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Infringe and Love
.:. Little Bobbie’s Pa .:.
He Has a Fight With a Scotch Kid and Comes Out
a Victor After a Hard "Scrap.”
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
I HAD a fite with a Scotch kid yes
terday. It was a close fite; the
Scotch kid came close to gitting
killed beefoar I felt sorry fol* him. I
go* a black eye & that was all.
I doant like fites, & I newer have
a fite until I am forced into it, but
this Scotch kid was too fresh. He
calm to our house with his father.
His father was a Scotch Highlander
wich had fought all thru the Boer war
& dident git hurted. He was Jest like
his llttel boy. His nalm 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, &
these kilts stands for currage &
fitelng qualities.
The Irish is pritty good fiters. too, I
sed. My father is Scotch, but my
mother is half Scotch & half Irish, &
lam proud of the Irish blood that is in
me.
But the Irish aint a undefeated
race, sed Sandy. Maybe thay have
been defeated. I sed, but thay newer
knew it if thay was. Why doant yoj
catch the ball onst in a while, butter
fingers? I sed to him.
Golf Was His Pie.
I dinna care much for this sorry
kind of a gaim. he sed to me. Golf,
that is a braw gaim. I doant think
much of gold, I toald Sandy. Golf
is a high-toned cousin of shinnev.
Baseball is the gratest gaim in the
wurld. It taiks brains to play base
ball.
Jt can’t talk much brains to play
baseball or the Scotch wud be play-
in it. sed Sandy McNabb. The Scotch
are all brains. Look at Bobbie 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.
Ton) Moore was Irish, I sed, & he *
rote pritty potrey. too. Why doant
you catch than ball?
T dinna calr 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 am .
going to look like him wen I grow
up & rite potrey, too, to keep up the
naim of the undefeated race.
How It Started; v
Maybe you will rite potrey, sed I
to Sandy, but you will newer look
like Bobbie Burns, you littel wart.
Bobble Burns was always handsome,
as a kid & as 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. 1 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 T got my black eye. Then I
Failed into Sandy, licked him good &
proper. T was going to maik fun of
him & his undorfeated race, but I
happened to think that I am 3-4
Scotch, too.
“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 that T 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, eo 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 hi? apprehenHon as to their
effect on his looks. He feared that
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. Be* 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 first friend he met was Gabriel
Von Vorden, and John colored to tin-
roots of his hair at the steady gaze
with which Gabe regarded him. He
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
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
Love—a sweet Rogue—how could he be other than what he is!
NELL BRINKLEY.
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SPIRELLA
0 CORSET SHOP
Phone W. 428.
:al for corsetiere to tall.
Once or twWt I thought 1 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
bake cake and bread for me without
caraway seed in it. I was happy for
a while. Then all of a sudden I hit
full force into a caraway seed in the
midet of my cake. It was a pink
cake with gothic ornaments such as
I delighted in. It was a erne) shock
"1 flew down the street to the den
tist's to get him to give me some
thing for the pain in my tooth, and
after he had administered cocaine
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 under the counter until I had
him
Nevertheless, people have put car-
away seeds over on me many times
since. Sometimes 1 analyze a piece of
cake when I am especially hungry
for it. exploring tr e iast crumb. When
I am reassured and thrown off my
guard I bite into a sixty horsepower
•aravvax se<d that makes my hair
stand oa end.
"Thcrt is no help for it. Faraway
seed is a universal affliction."
Copyright. 1913. by the H. 1\. Fly Com
pany. The play "Within the Law" Is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelizallon 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 Lw"
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
The *orger smiled, and there was
malignant triumph in his expression.
"Pooh!” he exclaimed. Even if I
used it, they would never get on to
me. See this?” He pointed at the
strange contrivance on the muzzle.
Mary s curiosity mane lier forget for
a moment her distaste.
"What Is it*”' she asked. Interested.
1 ly t nave never se?n anything like
that before."
"Of course, you naven’t," Garson
answered with much pride. "1 m the
first man in the business to get one.
and I'll bet on it. I keep up with the
times." For once, he was revealing
that fundamental egotism w hich is the
characteristic of all hts kind. 'That’s
one of the new Maxim silencers," he
continued With smokeless powder
m the cartridges, and the silencers on,
1 can make a shot from my coat-
pocket, and you w ouldn’t even know* it
had been done. * * * And I'm some
shot, believe me."
"impossible!” Mary ejaculated.
No, it ain't." the man asserted.
‘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. Taint very valuable, is it?”
"No,” Mary whispered.
A Spectacular Shot.
In the same Instant, while still heT
eyes were on the vase, it fell in a
cascade of shivered glass to the table
and floor. She had heard no sound,
she saw no smoke Perhaps there had
been a faintest clicking noise. She
was not sure. She stared dumfound-
ed for a few seconds, then turned her
bewildered face toward Garson. who
was grinning in high enjoyment.
"1 wouldn't have believed it possri-
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 model,
and it sure is a corker for crime.
The sinister association of ideas
made Mary shudder, but she said nj
more. She would have shuddered again
it she could have guessed the vita?
part that pistol was destined to play.
I But she had no thought of any actuix
peril to come from it. She might have
•bought otherwise, could she have
I known of the meeting that night Ic
The back room of Blinkey’s. where
I English Eddie and Garson sat with
: Their heads close together over a ta«
1 hie.
“A chance like this,” Griggs was
i saying. a chance that will make a
| fortune for all of us ”
"It sounds good,’ parson admitted
ivtst fully.
"It is good,” the other declared with
an oath. "Why. If this goes through,
we’re set up for life. We can quit,
all of us.”
“Yes.” Garson agreed, "we can quit,
<11 of us.” There was avarice in his
voice.
The tempter was sure that the bat-
le was won. and smiled contentedly.
"Well,” he urged, “what do you
sn y?”
"How would we split it?” It was
plain that Garson had given over the
struggle against greed. After all.
Mary was only a woman, despite her
,'leverness. and with all a woman's
\imldity. Here was sport for men.
"Three ways would be right.” Griggs
Answered. “One to me, one to you
Jnd one to b> divided up among the
others.”
Garson brought Mai fist down on the
able with a force that made ths
glasses Jingle.
•‘You're on.” he said, strongly
"Fine!” Griggs declared, and the
:w*o men shook hands. “Now. I ll
set ”
"Get nothing!” Garson Interrupted.
Til get my own men. Chicago Ren is
‘n town. So is Dacey. with perhaps
a couple of others of the ngnt sort,
ni get them to meet you at Blinkey *
•*t 2 to-morrow afternoon, and. if it
loons right, we’ll turn the tricK iu-
morrow night.”
"That’s the stutT.” 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
intensity that brooked no denial.
"She must never know."
Griggs nodded understanding^*.
"Of course." he answered "T give
you my word that I’ll never tell her.
And you know you can trust me.
Joe.”
“Yes.” the forger replied somberly.
"I know I can trust you.” But the
shadow did not lift from hjs face.
CHAPTER XIV.
A Wedding Announcement.
Mary dismissed Garson presently
and betook herself to her bedroom
for a nap. The day had been & 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.
She was not in the least surprised
that Dick had 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 wistfulness pervaded her. and a
poignant regret that this particular
man should have been the one chosen
of fate to be entangled within her
mesh of revenge.
» To Be Continued To-morrow. ‘
"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.
For life is the mirror of king and
slave,
’Tie just what you are and do;
Then give to the world the best you
have
And the best will come back to
you.”
• • •
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 mile-a-minute range;
But the critical glance grows a full-
moon disk
When told, "Just keep the change.”
* * *
In vain we 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.
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 5*ee.’ 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 them •
specs. John, you ran sit right up
there and the President will take you •
for a college professor.’
"That’s how it happened tha't 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
man who sat on the platform, for
every now and then he turned around ■
to get the approval of the presiding
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 stern and pon
derous individual. As John never
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 Pickle.
“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?"
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straight, soft and silky.
PRICE—25 CENTS, by all druggists
or by mall on receipt of stamps or
coin.
EXELENTO MEDICINE COMPANY,
ATLANTA, GA.
AGENTS wanted everywhere.
Write for particulars to-day.
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A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° I D P A - T K
14 Whitehall St., Atlanta. Oa.
Every Woman
Is .interested and should
know about the wonderful
Marvel !J irltag l”’
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Ask your druggist for
it. If he cannot sup-
I ply the MARVEL,
accept no other, but
j send stamp for book.
Marvel Co., 44 E. 23d St.. N.Y.
PLATES Made and Delivered
Same
Day
DR. E.G. GRIFFIN’S
GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS
24j| Whitehall Street
(Over Brown &. Allen’a)
Gold Crowns $4—Bridge Work $4
All Work Guaranteed
Hours 8-6 Phone M. 1708 Sundays W