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*•«! 'inr;B«i he 1 * MumMmasBmn’ivn .:. 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. 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