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.:. The Triple Tie .:.
A Stm-v for Ban >all Fans That Will Interest Kverv
Lover of the National Game.
Continued from Page Four.
CHAPTER II
S EATED in a chair, with his feet
resting on the edge of a entail
stove in the center of the room,
u is a short, keen-eyed man in his
thirties, reading a copy of Sporting
Life. He turned his head as the
door opened and swept his eye over
the dripping figure that stood, tall
*nd erect, juK within the doorway
Pools of water formed on the floor
finder the stranger and they came to
gether in a rivulet, w hich crept snake
like, along the planking until it found
k a friendly crack.
“I am looking for Mr. Bill Smith,
manager of the Mlanta Baseball
nub,” said the young man.
‘1 am Bill Smith.” replied the man
in the chair. . "What can I do foJ
you ?’’ •
"I 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 v
baseball lessons. One of these was
never to pass snap Judgment on a ball
player; another was never to take a
nf his own abll-
ball. Ball players were as food and
drink to him. |A syndicate of John L.
Sullivans. Frank Dutches, Eugene
Fandoxvs and Percy Herculeses would
have created hut a sorry impression
on \Vhisky If if 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 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 aay 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 ball?”
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 Tv Uobb getting $10,000 a year
and holding out for $15,000. Tt looked :
The
ball player’s estimate ...o ...... „
l|y. Nineteen managers out of twen- ® l ? I J U ‘'
ty would have taken Just one glance that all .
at the bedraggled figure in the door- ^ ot nuite. I came from Uie Geor-j
way and dismissed It with a curt mountain country. Mr. Smith. \
"nothing doing. That was not Bid : have never been In a city before.
Smith’s way. And hfs method of
handling this particular applicant fori
4 position on'hia team led to the most
turpriaing series of sensations that ■
4ver happened in the history of the
national game.
first time I ever rode in a street c*r
was this morning. But. 1 know a'l
about baseball, although I have never j
even seen a hall game.”
Whisky waited to hear no more.
With a look of immeasurable supe-
■■You look somewhat .moist." oh'- 1 rlorltv on his black facf, lm turned:
, f rv<>d the manager. Take off voir and left Die Hub house. (Jordon Kelly!
clothes and dr\ them at this stove. | continued;
■Whisky! ' he suddenlv veiled. "That t VNow.4ill.lblg may sound strange .o
ran t an Invitation to take a drink," h-fyou. Mr. Smith, but I am ju.l as con-
added. I nm only calling my attend
ant.”
Smith Surprised.
In response to the summons a col
ored man entered the room briskly.
flrWU that I. can soon become a gold
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
"Whiskv." Bald Bill Smith, "help hajl ,pj*yer all right. They always put
thle gentleman with his olothw. I '» up to the manager. ..pjtcially the.
Wring em out, start up the lire an I Y( ?u must want to be -
hang 'em up around the stove.'
pitcher.”
"No, 'Fir; I want to he an outfield-
“Yaafclr. yflssir. ’ replied Whisk’ .
getting busy at once. Many seasons I er - ,. ..
spent in attending to the wants of I A 1 v ' oDt) '
Impatient ball players in that clu
"A Ty
bb, or a Tris Speaker, or
house
Whisk
had developed an activity in ! ...
v far beyond the trend of hi? . ™ 7? . u a w
In a liffv he had even witch Of broke inly the game he had been per
h. . I , .Mori » v gf ■ , r, j, J . , nil O rt Pi o ,, r r\ ‘ 1 C ,‘i
grinned. Ever since :ie
the young man e clothes off him. Then
• he brought towels and began to ad-
J minister a thorough rubdown.
• Familiar as he was with all stages
of dress an<l undress. Bill Smith could
tered, off and on. by all sorts of base
ball •'hugs.” but thin whs about in
worst case he ever experienced. Her*
was a young man who confessed be
i neve r saw a game of ball, yet was
positive,he had the makings in him of
. . . |(t lot I 1 . V- lit t.t»lt UK lllUnMIftO II, II, ill I
•-hot repress an exclamation of adm - a player that would surpass two of
ration for the wonderful specimen g rf , H j es ^ diamond stars the game
young manhood that stood before him. ,. ver produced. The idea was as ab-
e arms outstretched, while the ittenn- j HU rd as If a street sweeper came n
ant vigorously applied the towel. 1 he . in(1 Mrtl( , that wh ile he didn’t know
h*nanagei cast aside his Sporting an ything about the oil business, he
^,X^ife and walked completely aroun wag 8Uro be could make more money 1
the young man. sizing him up from , n lf thfm j ohn p. Rockefeller. Thai
to toe. Six feet two inches, per- w bole thing was so ridiculous it w is
naps a trifle under that, he appeared rea|Iv funnv mil smith's grin broke 1
to be. Smith guessed his weight t/» | into a hearty laugh. But Gordon KeL
Tie a K"i’d .'Mu i - \\ ith not mo i N dr*n’t laugh. He was never m«>o
'^than five pounds to come off. A we! serious in his life. The manager no-
shaped head and neck were set <»n a jbe expression on the young
pair of broad shoulders not too square. nian g face and his laughter eea
*i£ven as the stranger.- body swayc* , ,
and his arms mo\ • d slightly under A High StiillCiaird
*»the manipulations of the skillful rub-
' Tier. Smith could see the back muscles
ripple. < lean-limbed no whs all the v have set a pretty high standard
...... .1 ,... .. .... 1 c, . rta Kuna I 1 a no 1*1 A D 1
sed.
"Better than a Cobb or Speaker, eh?
Well, I don’t mind saying, Mr. Kellv,
‘•'Way dov\n. waist somewhat tapering
small, but strong-looking hips an 1
legs like a quarter-mile runner. His
rakin was as fair, almost, as a wom
an's
nr,. The manager grabbed his chair,
turned it around to face the stranger.
•, K and sa t down in it.
; “What’s your name.” he naked.
"Gordon Kelly"
"Sounds like a good combination
■ Gordon was a great Georgia soldier ,„ a ct|ce here with
and Kelly was a great baseball gen
eral. How old art you?”
r., “Twenty-one next month.”
Never Saw a Game
II
v "What club did you play with last?”
"Never played on any club.”
"What
■—* Never saw a ball game in my life.”
Whisky promptly ceased rubbing
threw down the towel and moved off f U j r
with an expression of disgust on his there
for yourself. Now. then, what do you
want me to do, sign you up at Ty
Cobb's salary?"
Gordon Kelly shifted his chair .-o
that he faced the manager
"Nothing Ilk* 1 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
you and your
players until the season opens. If
by that time 1 haven’t demonstrated
my worth to you ns a ball player, just
say so. and we will part the best of
friends as far as I arn concerned. If.
on the other hand. 1 do demonstrate
to you that 1 am entitled to a place
on your team, f will ask that you
sign me up at whatever salary you
care to pav me. There's nothing un-
unreasonable in that, is
face
“Pick up that towel and finish your
JJoh Whisky. We’re not through with
This young man yet.” remarked Bill
Fmith
“Die ain't no ball player, boss.
Dishyere is Jest a common, ordinary
Slfthlte man.” expostulated the attend
ant
"You never can tell. Whisky, you
never can tell,” replied Bill Smith,
>’letting fall a philosophic remark that ; figured he would have no trouble in
'had not a little to do w ith his sue- handling the case. He had handled
,,,cess a* a manager of ball players. many of them successfully In his time.
Whisky took up the towel ami But the other kind of Insanity was a
‘ "started in again, but it was plainly i little out of his line, and required not
‘To be seen his heart was not in his j a baseball exto rt, but an alienist
h work. Whisky lived, moved and j
breathed in the atmosphere of base-| To Be Continued To-morrow.
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-
ordinavx baseball "bug," or was ho
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
II 7 J ^ That Cupid Is Such an Adorablp BljNELL BRINKLEY
Do )ou Wonder * sx. K v H ;; 0 rs.£“ * —
Copyright. 1913, International News Service.
L OVELY he is- adorable, a plotter, irresistible, a knave,
sweet aR an almond-blossom, a dabbler in trouble, soft
hearted, cruel, “Love” his business, a promisor, 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
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.
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, In triage 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 ki() came close to gritting
killed beefoar I felt sorry for him. I
got a black eye & that was all.
I doant like fites. & I newer have
a fite until 1 am forced into it. but
this Scotch kid was too fresh. Ho
caim to our house with his father.
His father was a Scotch- Highlander
wlch had fought all thru the Roer war
& dident git hurted. He was jest like
his ltttel 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: ho sed that
his mother always asked him to wear
kilts, but he sed he was glad of it
beekaus he was a true Scotchman *k
wasent ashamed of it. The Scotch
are a undefeated rave, he toald me, &
these kilts stands for outrage &
meins qualities.
The Irish is pritty good flters. too, 1
sed. My father is Scotch, but my
mother is half Scotch & half Irish, &
1 arn proud of the Irish blood that is in
me. ,
But the Irish Bint a undefeated
race sed Sandy. Maybe thay have
been defeated, I sed. but thay newer
knew it if thay was. Why doant yot
catch the ball onst in a while, butter
fingers? 1 sed to him.
Golf Was His Pie.
1 dinna care much for this sorry
' kind of a gaim. he sed to me. Golf,
that is a braw gaim. 1 doant think
much of gold. I toald Sandy. Golf
1 is a high-toned cousin of shinnev.
| Baseball is the gratest gaim in the
wurld. It taik§ brains to play base
ball.
It caa'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
mych as Bobble Burns. Bobbie Burns
knew moar than my own father
knows, he sed.
Tom Moore was Irish, 1 sed. & h*
rote pritty potrey. too. Why doant i
you catch that ball? (
1 dinna cair to play moar the noo. t
set! Sandy. It hurts my Angers
muckle, he sed. So we quit, but San
dy dident stop talking.
Bobble Burns was a all arounl
geenyus, he sed. My father says 1 ai t
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 1 >
to Sandy, but you will newer look,
like Bobbie Burns, you littel wart.
Bobbie 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 calD
of yure legs ware you havent any
pants, I sed.
I will na be called a wart, sed
Sandy. Hoot mon. he sed, ta’ik that
and he hit me in the eye. I didn’t
know he was going to hit me; that
ia how I got my black eye. Then I
sailed into Sandy, licked him good A-
proper. 1 was going to maik fun of
him A his underfeated race, but I
happened to think that 1 am, 3-4
Scotch, too.
He Was a Great Man
“I
OOKING impressive is well
worth while,” said the drug
store man. “Let me tell you
I a story.
"John Higginbotham, who lived in
the town.that 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-
t where saw anything or did anything.
,Y Ho was given a back s^at on all
' special occasions. He wore a smile
most of the time, so few people ever
knew how sensitive he was about his
clothes and his personal appearance
i generally.
"There came a time when the doc-
■ tor said John must wear spectacles.
John was filed with consternation be-
cause of his apprehension as to their
effect on his looks. He feared that
men. women and children would make
fun of him.
"Nevertheless, he wanted to wear
I 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-
I paper. So he wore spectacles.
“Hii* legs trembled beneath him
when he first ventured out on the.
street wearing the spectacles. How-
l ever, the clear vision they gave him
was delightful!
j "The first friend he met w as Gabriel
Yon Vorden, and John, colored to the
roots of his hair at the steady gaze
! with which Gabe regarded him. He
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
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 sit
beside the President. But with them
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
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 Kern and pon
derous individual. As John never
turned a hair all through the speech,
the head of the nation went on hi?
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
arc," 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 w e didn't behave he’d
knock our
pa?
blocks off: didn’t you,
"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.
(rive 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.
What Caraway Seeds Did
■N
T * *. I thank \ ovi aid the man
from Michigan Not any,
thanks 1 never oat cake or
“How strange!" murmured the in -
*ent young woman
Listen,” said the mail from Mich-
an. “and I will tell you the whole
d story. Once 1 was very fond of
ke. and perhaps I would now be if
were not for fear' -here the Mich-
ander looked fearfully over his
oulder—"of caraway seed.'
1 can not stand caraway seed.
iat’c why I eat neither candy nor
ke. and almost no bread. It is a
eat hardship.”
“But there are some kinds of cake
id candy that do not eontain cara-
ay seed.” objected the innocent
iung woman
"No. I used to think there were.
SoiJ
Fitted in your
own home.
3. SPIRELLA
ORSET!
1 «OT *OlD iN 8 T CRSS
^11 Telephone or f,end postil for cor
CORSET SHOP
Phone W. 438.
ere to ctll.
Once or twice 1 thought 1 had discov
ered ,i kind that was free from cara
way .*3»M d. but it always turned out to
have some caraway seed in it.
"1 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 1 hit
full force into a caraway seed in the
mid.«»t of my cake. It was a pink
cake with gothic ornaments such as
1 delighted In. It was a cruel 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 bad administered cocaine
plentifully T 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 1 had
him
"Nevertheless, people have put car
away seeds oxer on me manx times
since. Sometimes 1 analyze a piece of
cake when I am especially hungry
for it, exploring tne last crumb. When
1 am reassured and thrown off my
guard l bite into a sixty horsepower
arawav seed that makes my ha.r
"Ther is no help for it. faraway,
feted is a unix -.real affliction.''
Copyright. 1913. by the H. K Fly Com
pany. The play “Within ttie I-aw" is
copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this
novelization 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 Law'"
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
The •'orger smiled, and there xvae
fialignant 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
Marx s curiosity made her forget for
a moment her distaste.
"What is tt?” she asked, interested
ly. "T nave never seen anything like
that before.
Of course, you naven't," Garson
ansxvered with much pride. "I m the
•first man in the business to get on* ,
and I’ll bet on it. 1 keep up with the
times." For once, he was revealing
that fundamental egotism which is the
characteristic of all his kind. "That's
one of the nexx Maxim silencers,” ho
continued. * With smokeless powder
in the cartridges, and the silencer* >n,
1 can make .* shot from my coat-
pocket. and you wouldn't even know* it
had been done. * * * And I’m some
•hot. believe mo,"
"Impossible!” Mary ejaculated.
"No It ain't." the man asserted
Hi re
"Fiood
I'll show y*
feiaciou-?, not
>u.
Mar.,
exclaimed in alarm. “We would have
the whole place doxvn on us."
Garson chuckled.
"You Just xvatch 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 still her
eyes were on the vase, it fell in &
•ascade of shivered glass to the tabls
and floor. She had heard no sound,
she saxx no'smoke. Perhaps there had
been a faintest clicking noise. She
xvas not sure. She stared dumfoun l-
ed for a few seconds, then turned her
bexxildereri face toxvard Garson. xvho
was grinning In high enjoyment.
"1 xvouldn’t have believed It posai-
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
.f she could have guessed the vita’
hart 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 II
T he hack room of Blinkey’s. where
English Eddie and Garson sat xvlth
their heads close together over a ta
ble.
k chance like this.” Griggs was
vjying. 'a chance that will make a
/ortune for al! of us.’*
It sounds good,” Garson admitted
v iatfully.
"It is good,” the other declared with
an oath. “Why, if this goes through,
we re set up for life. We can quit.
*11 of us.”
"Yes.” Garson agreed, “we can quit,
•ill of us.” There was avarice in his
voice.
The tempter xvas sure that tta* bat-
le was won, and smiled contentedly.
“Well,” he urged, “what do you
say ?”
“How xvould we splp it?” Tt xvas
nlain that Garson had given over the
struggle against greed. After all.
Mary was only a woman, despite her
.lexemes?, and with all a womans
*lmidity. Here was sport for men.
“Three wavs would be right,” Griggs
ansxvered. “One to me. one to you
>nd one to ba divided up among the
others."
Garson brought his fist doxvn on
.able xvlth a force that made
glasses jingle.
“You’re on.” he said, strongly.
"Fine!" Griggs declared, and
xvo men shook hands. “Now.
get ”
"Get nothing!" Garson interrupter.
Til get my oxx n men. Chicago Rea is
n town. So is Dacey. with perhaps
a couple of others of the rigru soil
’’11 get them to meet you at Bllnkey >
'‘.t 1! to-morrow afternoon, and. if u
iooks right, well turn the trick iu-
moiTow 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
intensity that brooked no denial.
“She must never know."
Griggs nodded understanding^*.
"</f course." be answered. 1 give
you my word that 111 never tell her.
‘he
th®
tne
l n
And you know you can trust me.
Joe.”
"Yes," the forger replied somberly,
"l know I can trust you.” But the
shadow did not lift from his face.
CHAPTER XIV.
A Wedding Announcement.
Mary dismissed Garson 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.
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 xvould nex’er 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 prexent the son from ever again
seeing the woman who had so indis
creetly married him.
Yet. somehow. Mary could not be-
liexe that her husband would yield
to such paternal coercion. Rather,
sh^ xvas 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 he entangled xvithin her
niesh of re\*enge.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
For life is the mirror of king and
slave.
Tis just what you are and do;
Then giv*e to the world the best you
have
And the best will come back to
you.”
m • »
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 caH old notions fudge.
And bend our conscience to our
dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not
budge.
And stealing will continue stealing.
.lames Russell Lowell.
EXELENTO never fails to do what it
. claims. It stops falling HAIR, cleans
DANDRUFF' at once, and juat feeds f
the SCALP and ROOTS of the HAIR/
and makes HAIR grow so fast that
it is a wonder. v *j
Every package is guaranteed.
Plain talk: Don’t fool yourself by
using some preparation which claims
to straighten your HAIR. Klnkx*
HAIR can not be made straight. YOU
have to have HAIR before you can
straighten it. When you use EXEL
ENTO QUININE POMADE, it will *
promote the growth of the HAIR very '
fast, and you will soon have nice, J
long HAIR, which will be long,
straight, soft and s*ilky.
PRICE—25 CENTS, by all druggists
or by mail on receipt of stamps or
coirti
EXELENTO MEDICINE COMPANY,
ATLANTA,. GA.
AGENTS wanted everywhere.
Write for particulars to-day.
Woman
KODAKS
“Tt>« Best Finish Inf and Enlarg
ing That Can B« Praduoed."
Eastman Film* and coat-
pJetf rtnek amateur auppUna.
Quick mall servic* for out-of-town cu*ujm.»rs.
Send for Catalog and Price Llat.
A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° E D P % K
14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Qa.
Is interested and should
know about the wonderful
Marvel jjJJJjg
Askyourdruggistfor
I it. If he cannot sup
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
24*
GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS
Whitehall Street
(Over Brown A Allen's)
Gold Crowns $4—Bridge Work $4
All Work Guaranteed
Noors 8-6 M*0«e III 1708 Sundaye 4-1