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The Triple Tie
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Kverv
Lover of the National (Janie.
To day 's Installment.
CHAPTER II
S EATED in a rhair. with hU fret
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 ropy of Sporting
Life. He turned his head as the
door opened and swept his eye over
the dripping figure that stood, tall
and erect, Jurt within the doorway
Pooia of water formed on the floor
under the stranger and they came to
gether in a rivulet, which crept snake -
like along the planking until it found
a friendly crack.
”1 am looking for Mr Bill Smith,
manager of the Atlanta Baseball
Club.” said the young man.
“1 am Bill Smith." replied the man
in the chair. "Whal can I do fot
you ?’’
I want to play ball 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
ball player’s estimate of his own abll-
tty. Nineteen managers out of twen
ty would have taken Just one glarn-e j
at the bedraggled figure In the door- ,
wav and dismissed it with a curt
nothing doing." That was not Bid
Smith's way. And his method of
handling this particular applicant for |
a position on his team led to the most
surprising series of sensations that
ever happened in the history of the ,
national game.
"You look somewhat motet oh- i
served the manager. "Take off yo if
clothes and dry them at this stove
Whisky' he suddenly yelled "Thai
isn’t an invitation to take a drink," he
added; "1 am only calling my attend
ant."
Smith Surprised.
In response to the summon* * col
ored man entered the room briskly.
“Whisky.” said Bill Smith, “help
this gentleman with hi* clothes.
Wring ’em out. start up the Are ani
hang >m up around the stove."
Yasd^r. yasslr, ’ replied Whisk”,
getting busy at once. Many Reasons
spent in attending to the wants of
Impatient ball players in that club
house had developed an activity in
Whiskv far beyond the trend of hi?
rao* in a Jiffy he had every stitch of
the young man's clothes off him. Then
he brought towels and began to ad
minister a 'borough rubdown.
Familiar as he was with all stages
of dress and undress. Bill Smith could
not repress an exclamation of admi
ration for the wonderful specimen of
young manhood that stood before him,
arms outstretched, while the attend
ant vigorously applied the towel. The
manager cast aside his "Sporting
Ufe" 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 appeared
to be. Smith guessed his weight to
be a good 200 pounds, with not mo c
than five pounds to come off. A well
shaped head and neck were set on a
pair of broad shoulders not too square.
Evan 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
wav down, waist somewhat tapering,
small, but strong-looking hips an 1
legs like a quarter-mile runner. His
skin was as fair, almost, as a wom
an's.
The manager grabbed his chair,
turned it around to face the stranger,
and sat down in it.
"What'a your name." he aaked.
•Gordon Kelly."
"Bounds like a good combination
Gordon was a great Georgia soldier
and Kelly was a great baseball gen
eral How old an you'.’”
"Twenty-one next month."
Never Saw a Oame,
"What club did you play with last?"
“Never played on any dub."
“What?"
Never saw a ball game in my life."
Whisky promptly ceased rubbing,
threw down the towel and moved off
with an expression of disgust on his
face.
"Pick up that towel and finish your
.10b. Whisky. We re not through with
thj§ young man yet." remarked Bill
Smith.
"Dis ain't no ball player, boss.
Dishyere is jest a cojnmon, ordinary
white man," expostulated the attend
ant
“Ymi 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 auc-
t eae as a manager of ball players.
Whisky took up the towel and
started in again, hut it was plainly
to be seen his heart was not in his
work. Whisky lived, moved and
breathed in the atmosphere of base
ball. Ball players were as food and
drink to him A syndicate of John L.
Sullivans, Frank Gotches. FTugene
Sandows and Peres Herculesea would
have created but a sorry impression
on Whisky If it couldn’t play bal
"All right, Whisky, that’s enough,”
declared the manager. “Now, hton,
bring me a uniform-pants and shirt.
That’s the stuff. <’rawl into these
Mr. Kelly, and draw up a chair and
toast your shins in front of this Are
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 wont- i
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. T read in the newspapers
about Ty Cobb getting $10,000 a year
and holding out for $16,000. It looked
good to me.”
“Is that all?”
“Not quite I came from the Geor
gia mountain country. Mr. Smith I
have never been in a city before. The
first time I ever rode in a street car
was this morning But, I know a'l 1
about baseball, although I have nevei
even seen a ball game."
Whisky waited to hear no more.
With a look of immeasurable supe
rtority on his black face, he turned
and left the club house. Gordon Kelly |
continued:
"Now, all this may sound strange ie
you, Mr. Smith, but I am Just as con
fident that I can soon become a goad
ball player as 1 a/n 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
ball player all right. They always put
It up to the manager, especially the
pitchers. You must want to be a
pitcher."
“No, sir; I want to be 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 he had been pes
tered. off and on, by all sorts of base
ball “bugs." but this was about the
worst case he ever experienced. Here
was a young man who confessed he
never saw a game of ball, yet was
positive he had the makings in him of
a player that would surpass two of
the greatest diamond stars the game
ever produced. The Idea was as ab- |
surd as if a street sweeper came n
and said that while he didn’t know
anything about the oil business, he
was sure he could make more money
in it than John D. Rockefeller. Th*
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.
“Better than a Cobb or Speaker, eh?
Well, I don't mind saying. Mr. Kelly,
you have set a pretty high standard
for yourself. Now then, what do you
want me to do, sign you up at T.v
Cobb's salary?”
Gordon Kelly shifted hi* chair so
that he faced the manager.
Nothing like that, Mr. Smith." he
said Roberly. “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. If
b\ that time 1 haven't demonstrated
my worth to you as a ball player, just
sa> so and we will part the best of
friends as far as l am concerned. If
on the other hand, I do demonstrate j
to you that I am entitled to a place
on your team. 1 will ask that tou .
sign me up at whatever salary you j
care to pav me. There's nothing un
fair. or unreasonable in that, is
there ?”
Bill Smith took three or four puffs
of his cigar before replying to this
direct question What sort of person
was he dealing with, be 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 ease. He had handled
many of them successfully in his time
But the other kind of Insanity was a
little out of his line, and required not ]
a baseball exuert. but an alienist.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Do You Wonder
_ That Cupid Is Such an Adorable
Rogiu* When His Mother Was
“ Such a Lovelv Trouble Maker?
fiw NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright. 1913, International News Service.
L OVELY he is—adorable, a plotter, irresistible, a knave,
sweet as an almond-blossom, a dabbler in trouble, soft
hearted, cruel, “Love” his business, a promiser, offering
bitter-sweet, unutterably a darling, unchangeably a rascal!
And everybody—(’specially those who have been stirred
'round in one of his concoctions which he calls “an affair”) —
everybody (’specially those who know he is both an almond
blossom and a rascal—and 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 dreain-fostering Greece, in the white-circle of her arms,
strained to hex 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 eould he be other than what he is!
NELL BRINKLEY.
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intringe 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 flte with a Scotch kid yes
terday. It was a close flte; the
Scotch kid came close to gitting
killed beefoar I felt sorry for him. I
got a black eye & that was all
I doant like fltes, & 1 newer have
a flte until I am forced into it, but
this Scotch kid was too fresh. H.-
cairn 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 littel boy. His naim was Duglas
McNabb & the naim of the kid was
Sandy McNabb.
We went out into the yard to play
catch & Sandy wasent a good player
at all. He had on kilts, he sed that
his mother always asked him to wear
kilts, but he sed he was glad of it
beekaus he was a true Scotchman &
wasent ashamed of it. The Scotch
are a undefeated race, he Toald me, &
these kilts stands for currage &
fiteing qualities.
The Irish is prittv good fiters. too, 1
sed. My father is Scotch, but my
mother is half Scotch & half Irish, &
I am proud of the Irish blood that is in
me.
But the Irish aint a undefeated
race, sed Sandy. ' Maybe thay have
been defeated, I sed, but .hay nevvef
knew It If thay was. Why doant yo i
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. Gorf.
that is a braw gaim. I doant think,
much of gold, I toald Sandy. Golf
is a high-toned cousin of shinney.
Baseball is the gratest gafm in the
wurld. It taiks brains to play base
ball.
It 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 Bobble 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 Bobble Burns. Bobbie Burns
knew moar than my own father
knows, he sed.
Tom Moore was Irish, I sed. * he
rote pritty potrey. too. Why doant
you catch that ball? ,
I dinna cair to play moar the noo,
sed Sandy. It hurts my flngera
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.
Maybe you will rite potrey. sed I
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 calfs
of yure legs ware you havent any
pants. I sed.
I will na be called a wart, sed
Sandy. Hoot mon, he sed, talk* that,
and he hit me in the eye. I didn't
know he was going to hit me; that
is liow I got my black eye. Then I
sailed into Sandy. licked him good (k
proper. I was going to maik fun of
him & his underfeated race, but I
happened to think that I am 3-4
Scotch, too.
COKING impressive is well
\^j worth while," said the drug
store man. "Let me tell you
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
j 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, so few people ever
knew how sensitive he was about his
clothes and his personal appearance
generally.
•There came a time when the doc
tor said John must wear spectacles
John was filled with consternation be
cause of his apprehension as to their
effect on his looks. He feared that
men. w omen and,children w'ould make
fun of him.
“Nevertheless, he wanted to wear
spectacles, because the President of
the United States was coming to tow n
and Johni w.anted to see him. He
wanted to know if the President
looked like the pictures in the news
paper. So he wore spectacles.
"His 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 ft-st friend he met was Gabriel
Von Vorden, and John colored to the
roots of his hair at the steady gaze
j with which Gabe regarded him. He
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 s*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 sit
i 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 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."
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
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?"
Copyright. 1913. by the H. K. Fly Com
pany The play Within the Uw" Is
copyrighted by Mr Veiller and this
novelizatlon of it Is published by his
permission The American Play Com
pany la the soh* proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of the representation
and performance of “Within the I aw"
in all languages.
“N'
■ O, I thank you." said the man
from Michigan. "Not an>.
thanks 1 never eai Lake or
candy."
“How strange!" murmured the in
nocent young woman.
“Listen said the man from Mich
igan. "and I will tell you the whole
•-ad story Once 1 was very fond of
take, and perhaps I would now be if
•it. were not for fear"—here the Mich-
gander looked fearfully over hl3
-boulder—“of caraw ay seed .’
I can not stand caraway seed.
That's why I eat neither candy nor
cake, and almost no bread It is a
great hardship."
But there are some kinds of cake
ana candy that do not contain cara
ts ay seed." objected the innocent
oqr.g woman.
No. T used to think there were.
Fitted in your
own home.
3 SPIRELLA
CORSET SHOP
)RSEio Phone W. 428
tor 0OnO stohm 1
Telephone or send postal for eorsetiere to call.
Once or twice 1 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.
"1 once hired a special baker to
bake cake and bread for me without
caraway seed in it. 1 was happy for
a while. Then all of a sudden I 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
“I 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 1 went after the baker
He tried to explain that the boy was
responsible for the carawa> 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 the last crumb When
j 1 am reassured and thrown off mv
guard I bite into a sixty horsepower
arawav seed that makes my ‘hair
stand on end.
There is no help for it. Caraway
seed is a universal affliction.”
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
The *orger smiled, and there was
tialignant 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 made her forget for
a moment her distaste.
"\\ hat Is It?" she asked, Interested
ly. "T nave never se*n anything like
that before.
"Of course, you naven’t," Garson
answ ered vvlth much pride. "I m the
first man in the business to get one,
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 new Maxim silencers." he
continued "With smokeless powder
n the cartridges, and the silencers on,
1 «an make a shot from my coat-
pocket. and you wouldn’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. 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
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 dumfoun l-
ed for a few seconds, then turned ner
bewildered face toward Garson. who
was grinning in high enjoyment. .
"1 wouldn't have believed it possi-
ole. ' she declared, vastly impressed.
"Neat little thing, ain't it?" the man
asked, exultantly.
"Where did you get it?" Mary
asked.
“In Boston, last week. And between
you and me. Mary, it’s the only model,
and it sure is a corker for crime."
The sinister association of ideas
made Mary shudder, but she said n3
more. She would have shuddered again
f she could have guessed the vita?
part that pistol was destined to play.
But she had no thought of any actuL
peril to come from It. She might have
thought otherwise, could she have
known of the meeting that night lr.
The back room of Blinkey’s. where
English Eddie and Garson sat with
their heads close together over a ta*
j hie.
“A chance like this," Griggs was
I saying, "a chance that will make a
.fortune for all of us.”
J It sounds good,” Garson admitted
wistfully.
"If Is good," the other declared w ith
an oath “Why, if this goes through,
we’re set up for life. We can quit,
all of vis."
Yes," Garson agreed, “we can quit,
all of us." There was avarice in hit
voice.
The tempter was sure that the bat-
•le was won, and smiled contentedly.
"Well," he urged, "what do you
say?”
“How would we split it?" It was
plain that Garson had given over the
struggle against greed. After all,
dare was only a woman, despite her
.leverness. and with all a woman*
timidity. Here was sport for men.
“Three ways would be right." Griggg
answered. “One to me. one to you
2nd one to be divided up among the
others."
Garson brought his fist down on :h*
.able with a force that made ths
glasses jingle.
"You’re on.” he said, strongly.
••Fine!” Griggs declared, and the
wo men shook hands. "Now, I’ll
get "
“Get nothing!" Garson interrupter,
•ni get my ow n men. Chicago Rea i*
•n town. So is Dacev. with perhaps
a couple of others of the rlgnt sort.
Vll get them to meet you at Blinkey »
*t 2 to-morrow afternoon, and, if it
iooks right, we’ll turn the trick to
morrow night.”
"That’s the stuff." Griggs agreed,
greatly pleased
But a sudden shadow fell on the
face of Garson. He bent closer to his
companion, and spoke with a fierce
intensity that brooked no denial.
"She must never know."
Griggs nodded understanding^ 1
"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 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 eould endure much, she felt
that both prudence and comfort re
quired that she should recruit her
energies while there was opportunity.
She waB 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 rome 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,
’Tis 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.
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A. K. HAWKES CO. K D °P™
14 Whitehall St,, Atlanta. Ga.
Every Woman
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Marvel Cs.. 44 E. 23d St..M.T.
PLATES Made and Delivered
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Day /
DR. E.G. GRIFFIN’S
GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS
1 24‘ Whitehall Street
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