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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. What Caraway Seeds Did u \T 1 ’■ 1 d the man j.\ ,r ligan. "Not any. anks. 1 never eat cake or "Ho v sir; lurmur ed the in- n ore nt youn g wotna n. "Lis ten " man from Mich- Van, ’and will te 11 you the whole FRd st ory. l )nee 1 \ as ve ry fond of ••ake. and p -rhaps I \\ ould now be if it wer p not for fear' —here the Mich- igande *>ked ft arfully over his should er—"c f carat* av see ‘d." "I c an n< t stand cara vav seed. That’s why I eat n either candv nor cake. and a lmost n » brea J. It is a great hards ^iir" "Bu ther ■ are so ne kin ds of cake tain cara- innocent young here were. c • 11 Fitted in your " -ORSETS 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. 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