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THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest
• Every Lover of the National Game
SYNOPSIS.
Gordon Kelly, a young North Oeor-
gi^i mountaineer, comes to Atlanta
get a plare with Billy Smith’s
Crackers. It Is raining when he
reaches Ponce DeLeon and he Is
nearly run over by an auto, In which
are tWf> persona -a man and a young
girl. The driver of the car is an ar
rogant fellow. The girl makes him
stop* the machine. She gets out and
Inquires If Kelly Is Injured She
apologizes for her companion’s
brusque manner. Kelly sees Mana
ger Smith and tells him he has never
played a game of ball. Smith con
sents to flrve Kelly a trial. The girl
In the auto Is Mildred Deary, daugh
ter of Galen Deery. a prafty and
wealthy speculator in timber lands
Her companion Is Forrest Cain, a
rich young man about town Kelly
owns timber land that Deery would
like to possess.
Now go on with the story.
By A. H. C. MITCHELL.
Copyright, 1913, by International News
Service.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Selecting a. dry spot on the "turtle
^ck” diamond, the two men drew on
fhelr gloves and began "warming up"
by passing the ball back and forth, a
distance of about fifty feet separat
ing them They kept up a running
Are of talk like two dancing come-
Alans doing a turn on the vaudeville
t-tage.
'•Nothing like starting the season
In the right way," said Smith. "That’s
the reason I brought out a new hall.
What kind of balls do you use In
that mountain league of yours?”
"T use either the Spalding or the
Reach. They are all the same. I un
derstand they are made at the same
factory."
If the manager xpected the re
cruit to handle hlN-«elf awkwardly
or Jump around In the clumsy man
lier of the novice he was disappoint
ed. Kelly caught the halls thrown
at him with the ease and grace of a
vetoran Smith purposely tossed
some, wide ones, expertlng the other
man to fall over himself, but noth
ing of the sort happeneif Kelly took
them with one hand without moving
from his tracks, or If the threw was too
wild for that, he would get In front
of the hall with one surprisingly
quick leap.
A Crowd Gathers.
’’You seem to be In pretty fair
shape for this time of year,” re
marked Rmith.
“Yes. I keep In trim all the year
around,” wa* Kelly’s reply. With all
Ms hinting around, the manager
couldn’t get much Information from
the recruit.
Throw a piece of meat or a dead
cat In the woods of any part of the
South and there will be scores of buz-
r.ards circling over the spot in an in-
« redlblv short space of time. Let two
or more ball players ‘start practicing
on any inclosed grounds In the coun
try, and although there will not bo a
small boy In sight when they begin,
dozens of urchins will appear on the
scene as if from nowhere before five
minutes have passed. Such was the
• ase soon after Manager Smith and
his recruit began their exercise.
"There’s enough kids around now
to shack the balls,’’ said Smith. “Sup
pose we have a little hatting prac
tice. You take first whack at the hall
and T’U pitch to you.”
"All right; wait till I get my bats,”
remarked Kelly, starting for the club
house. He returned quickly, swing
ing thq, three bats around his shoul
ders with both hands as one would
swing a tiugc Indian club, and after
the manner of Ty Cobb, Trls Speaker
and other well known batsmen of na
tional reputation. He tossed two of
the "Louisville Sluggers” aside and
steuped to the plate with the third.
lie was a right-handed batsman,
yet he assumed a position at the
plate different from that of any big
league batsman of the present day.
He stood exactly fifteen inches to the
left of the rubber and faced the
Up-to-Date
Jokes
Young Man (to provision merchant)
- -Your daughter and 1, sir, have
agreed to row down the river of life
together, sir.
Provision Merchant (sarcastically)
-Have you got any provisions on
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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Lovely Laurefte Taylor Says That an Attractive Smile Is Her Formula
. scratching a pen and then Smith
i nrone and pointed to the chair.
Sit down and sign it,” h*i ordered
You may not be of age according
I to common law, but I'll take my
chances with bane ball law.”
Kelly signed the document, arose
from the chair and slipped off hla
I uniform, declining IVnlsky’s eager
I proffer of a rub-down.
"Much obliged, Whisk /, but I didn't
work hard enough to-day ’.o get up
• a sweat. Some other time.”
Gordon Kelly finished dre.-ising and
started to leave.
"What time is the call for practice
on Monday, Mr. Manager.” he said.
“No work on Sunday, 1 suppose."
"Ten o'clock sharp, Gordon. Er—
did 1 understand you to say you never
played a game of ball?”
"That Is correct.”
"And you never saw a ball game in
j your life?”
"Right again.”
“That’s all. See you Monday. So
long.”
Gordon Kelly went out and Bill
Smith, turning to his attendant, said:
”1 repeat, Whisky, there goes a mys-
terloso for all the money you got in
| your clothes.”
j "Yaasuh, yassuh, he cert’nly am an
den some."
CHAPTER IV.
After fortifying himself with a couple of cocktails against
an uninteresting session with Deery, Forrest Cain sat down at
table with him and tried to appear interested.
pitcher rr a f\ne, upstanding orator
would face an audience. His feet
were firmly planted on the ground
eight Inches apart, and ho waved his
bat ba<-k and forth over the plate, not
up and down and not obliquely, but
on a line with the direction the ball
might be expected to take. Trls
Speaker and Doc Gessler swing their
bats in preliminary motions In this
way, but both of these celebrated
fence-breakers stand with'their legs
spread far apart and with their
shoulders turned more toward the
plate than toward the pitcher.
"Shades of Old Man Anson.” mur
mured Bill Smith to himself. "Where
did the kid got that pose, I wonder?”
A Tremendous Hit.
It was at bat that Bill Smith ex
pected to "show up” the aspirant for
a place on his team. To be sure,
the manager had not handled a ball
In nearly five months and his arm was
In no condition to put any "stuff" on
It. Still he figured he might throw' up
most any kind of hall arid have Kelly
tumbling all over himself to hit it—
that Is, he figured that way until the
recruit took his stand at the plate
and waved hla nat at easily as though
it were a broomstick instead of 4:5
ounces of solid, well-seasoned ash.
“Shades of Anson!" murmured
Smith again. "What do you know
about that kid! Well, hpre goes.”
Swinging his right arm in a circle
several times and then describing sev
eral “and so forths” in the air with
the ball, Bill Smith raised his left
foot on high and as It came down *0
the earth he delivered the ball with
a* much speed as he could put behind
it.
As the ball sailed up to the plats,
Kelly took one atop straight forward
and drove his bat against the horse-
hide. There was n resounding crash
and the ball shot like a rille bullet on
a line toward right field. Th» farther
It went the more speed it teemed to
acquire, and instead of traveling In a
rainbow curve it appeared to rise in
the air.
"With a loud report it crashed Into !
the ribs of the mammoth, inanimate
figure of the hull which adorns the j
ball parks of every league club in the
country. There was a sound of splin
tering wood and the ball disappeared j
from view, leaving a large hole in the i
aides of the proud wooden animal.
"Lordy, lordy, what a swat!” ejae- j
ulated Whisky, who had been surrep-
ticiously watching the proceedings on
the diamond from the runway under |
the grandstand. "Ah jest caint Tec-
ommember ever seein’ nothin’ like dat
on deseyere grounds befo’."
Bill Smith gazed long and earnest - !
iv at the Jagged hole in the side of
the bull. Twenty boys ran in search
of the ball and presently one of them
returned with it., out of breath, and
held it out to the manager. Bill Smith
waved his hand and said:
Offer a Contract.
"Keep it as a souvenir, kid; you'll
never see a hit like that agRln as long
as you live.” Then, turning to the
young man, who still flood at the
plate brandishing his bat, he said:
“Come with me, Kelly, v and walked
swiftly to the clubhouse Seating him
self at a small desk, he drew a printed
form from one of the drawers and
for several minutes all that was heard
In the room was the scratching of n
pen. Finally the manager turned to
Kelly and said:
"What amount shall I write here?”
“What is it?” inquired the young
man.
"Something I want to send to Pres
ident Kavanaugh of the Southern
League for promulgation. It is a con
tract between the Atlanta Baseball
Club and Gordqn Kelly.”
“Fill it In with the smallest amount
you pay anyone of your players, but
I can’t sign it, as I will not be of age
until the 10th of April,” replied Kelly,
I There was more business oi
A T 9:30 o’clock on Monday morn
ing Judge Barbee called Galen
Deery on the telephone and in
formed him that the young man they
had been speaking about on Satur
day, Gordon Kelly, had just left his
office, but that he was to have luma
with him at the Piedmont at 12:30,
and if Mr. Deery cared to saunter In
her would introduce him.
“He Is a fine young man, Deery, and
you will be glad to meet him,” said the
Judge, in conclusion
“Very much obliged, Judge, I’ll drop
around,” replied Deery and hung up'
the receiver.
At 12:45 o’clock Deery "sauntered”
In the main dining room of the Pied- |
mont and was soon seated at a table ;
with Gordon Kelly and Judge Barbee, j
He made himself very agreeable to the ,
young man, as he well knew how to 1
do, and pressed an invitation for him
to dine with the Deery family that
night. Gordon demurred at first, on
the plea that he had no evening ,
clothes.
"Why, I never owned a dress suit
Mr. Deery. We have rot much use for
them where I came from. I remem
ber an old suit of my father's hanging
ud in a closet, but I never saw it on ,
him.”
"We will dine Informally to-night,” J
replied Deery. “I am not much on the j
spiketails myself and only wear them ;
when T am absolutely obliged to do |
Come up just ns you are. We |
I And posing is a foe to naturalness, 01
I course.
"Beauty is valuable as a lure to tiie
1 ,.y e —the eye is attracted first, of
course—and then the mind is appealed
course—aiiu men me mmu *•-> »*kh'-***' ~
to, and in oretbr to get a (air hearing
for a fine personality it Is well to pre
sent a pleasing picture first.
"In Peg I wear a red wig as a noto
of emphasis—it catches the eye and
V
A,;
dour my hair, or marcel It, or follow
the prevailing mode in some way, but
that is not wise, for with my hair sim
ply parted In the middle, pulled over
my temples a bit and arranged In a
bun over each ear. I look most truly
myself; eo no mutter how fashions
may lure me for a time, In the ens *
go back to the simple mode of hatr
dressing that best expresses me.” 1
"Originality—without daring—Is a
very attractive thing But do you
think it very popular?” I asked.
Bernhardt’ Example.
"Popular!” exclaimed Miss Taylor.
"Just think of the teas you have gone
to this winter—didn’t you see at least
a hundred sway-backed women all of
the same type at each one? Original- «
ity of a well-bred, simple sort is so
’jvely—and so neglected.
“That has come over me with re- '
newed force after seeing our great,
our wonderful leader in the world of
acting—Bernhardt. She is herself—
90.
dine at 7 o’clock.” ,
"Thank you, 1 will, with pleasure,”
said Gordon.
Deery begged to be excused soon j
after and when he had gone, Judge j
Barbee said:
"I have known Deery for a good
many years 1 don’t suppose you will
ever have any business dealings with
him, Gordon, but if you ever do you
will find him a man of his word. When
he says he’ll do a thing he’ll do It.
He Is a clever man and a shrewd
man, who takes advantage of his op
portunities and even creates his op
portunities. He has been accused
of being underhanded in his business
dealings, but I have never found him
that way and I have been In several
undertakings with him. He is the
kind of man that will try to buy a
thing worth two dollars for one dol
lar, or fifty cents, or a nickel and he
frequently succeeds. You say you ex
pect to be in Atlanta for several
weeks. That being the case, I’m glad
you are to meet Deery’s family. He
has a charming wife and daughter.
They are good people to know and
the right kind of people to know.
Later in the week you must come to
my house and spend a quiet evening
with us. Now, if you don’t mind, I
would like to talk to you a little about
your affairs. You were in such a
hurry to get away this morning I
didn’t have a chance to go over things
with you.” ^
W..' :
Miss Laurette Taylor in Two Charming Poses
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
A
To be Continued To-morrow.
A Bachelor’s Diary ByMAX
Young Man—No, sir. Considering
your business, we thought the
victualing department was more in
your line, sir.
When Scones was at Oxford he was
a most excellent fellow, and only had
one enemy—soap. He was called
Dirty Scones. One day the wag, Bo
lus. went Into his rooms, and, re
monstrating with him on the untidy,
slovenly and dirty state of everything,
said:
"Upon my word, Dirty, It’s too bad,
old chap. The only clean thing In
the room is your towel.”
"Gracious, Smith, old boy, how are
you? I havent’ seen you for ages.
You are altered. I should scarcely
know you again.”
"Excuse me, sir, my name is not
Smith."
"Great Scot! Your name altered
as well?”
A PRIL 16.—I have been sorely neg
ligent of you lately, Diary, but
the kaleidoscopic rapidity with
which familiar forms and long-estab
lished opinions have changed has left
me in a state of bewilderment. If 1
had s»taj-ted to pour into your sym
pathetic ear my belief that Sally
Spencer did right in inviting the. wid
ow to visit her, something would have
occurred before the page was filled to
convince me she did wrong.
I have tried to help her according to
my Interpretation of the needs of the
situation by flirting violently with
Mrs. Brown, even going so far as* to
give tha widow every opportunity to
| ask me to marry her—indesd. encour
aging her to do so—and all 1 got for
Jeopardizing my future happiness was
a scolding from Sally,
"This,” she said to me verv coldly
one evening, when I had reruaed to
take a hint from the disapproving
looks sh/ gave me and she had been
would go to the devil if such an ex
cursion in a woman's life were as
quickly forgotten ,as when a man
takes it. The fact that the label put
on her luggage Is stuck on for life Is
all that keeps her from going to the
end of the line. In her heart she goes
there a** often as a man.
Of course there are exceptions.
There Is Margaret Hill, who never in
her life committed a sin as enormous
as crocheting on Sunday, but what
happiness would a man find in her*
He would have to devote the rest
of his life to thinking before he said
a word, and never again would he
dare to be spontaneous in reminis
cence or Joke.
Never Kissed.
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compelled to remove me bodily from
the scene by asking me to walk to the
comer mail box with her, “is my
game, and 1 want you to know, Max,
that I am competent to play it with
out any assistance from you.”
“It seems to me,’’ I grumbled, "that
I am rendering you very valuable as
sistance at this minute. What would
be your excuse for leaving those two
alone hour after hour if you didn’t
have me around? You want a walk
around the block, and Max will take
you. of course. You find >you must
make a call on a sick friend, and Max
will escort you there and wait for you.
You are overwhelmed with a longing
to see Manette, and Max will step
across* the lawn with you. and. as for
the mail box. you know, Sally Spencer,
you have mailed more letters in the
past week than you ever wrote In your
life, and It never occurs to you that
your maid or your man will mail them
for you. No. you must go yourself,
and Max must go with you.
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“Do you think Mrs. Brown likes to
be thrown at vour husband's head
like that?”
"She seems to be enjoying It,” a
trifle more coldly..
I 'Couldn’t gainsay that, for I have
never known the widow to seem as
happy as !=*he has appeared since she
became a guest of the Spencer home,
j Her enjoyment proves to me that
I women, just as well as men, like to
I play with fire, and that more of them
There have been situations In the
•owing and harvesting of my small
crop of wild oats that were excruci
atingly funny, a few that were sad,
and one that was almost tragie, but
I wouldn’t be allowed to recall the
most Innocent if I married a woman
as good as Margaret Hill. 1 should
have to Add deceit and hypocrisy to
my sowing, seeds I find that all men
must plant who marry late in life
and strive to live up to the glorified
Ideals of the woman they married.
Woman-like, no wife is ever con
tent to let a man's yesterday alone.
"Did you ever do thus-and-so?” She
begins to ask before the honeymoon
has waned, and her husband, for the
sake of her peace of mind as well as
his own, is compelled to lie like a
thief.
I can just fancy myself. Diary, tell
ing Margaret Hill that I had lived my
almost fifty years without the com
mission of a sinl
"My mother died when T was a
hoy." 1 can hear myself' telling her.
"and she was the last woman I kissed
’till I kissed you.”
"But did you never meet any wom
an you thought you loved?” she would
persist, in the insane fashion women
have of trying to- undermine their
happiness.
"Never.” 1 would reply emphat
ically.
"But when other men went around
at nights and did all sorts of wicked
things, didn't you go around with
them ?"
"Never, never. NEVER!” reaching
i for my halo.
"But 1 thought.” a little doubtfully.
"I once heard you speak of being on
j the streets with Tom Addison till 3
j o’clock In the morning.”
* "My dear," in tones xijahteous
reproof, "we were on our way to sit
up with the dead.”
Perhaps this would satisfy her, but
I have a notion she would ask who
was dead, and I should be compelled
to invent a fictitious corpse, go into
all the details of his last illness, and
perhaps, the next time we were out
riding, be confronted with the request
that 1 show her his grave!
The next time she renewed the at
tack on my past I would throw up
more breastworks of hypocrisy, grow
ing more skillful with every occa
sion.
And why w’ould she do this, Diary?
Well, the Lord alone knows. A boy
who punches a hole in his drum to
find out whea*e the noise comes from
has his counterpart in every wife.
She isn’t content to simply bn happy;
she must punch her happiness all to
pieces, using a question mark as a
tool.
When she ha* discovered that her
husband wasn’t a spotless angel in
his past, she declares "All men are
alike!” And when a woman eays
“All men are alike” she means they
are all as black as tar.
April 20—I seem to -write on these
pages for the purpose of concealment,
rather than of communication, but
the truth Is I can’t nerve myself to
the ordeal of putting down In black
and white what is really happening.
To do that will make it really so, and
I am blindly hoping I will wake up
after a time and find it is all a
dream.
yr-ERCY, you don’t consider me
VI a beauty!” exclaimed Lau
rette Taylor in a tone of
genuine and delightful amazement.
She studied the floor of her own
brown-rugged, flower-decked living
room in charming confusion that had
a touch of the child-like quality every
lovable woman should possess in her
nature.
“Evidently you don’t take that par*--
ticular phase of beauty very serious
ly,” said I. “But won’t you tell me
just what your idea of beauty Is?”
“Variety,” came the answer prompt
ly. “To me a beautiful woman is
think aloud about how to be as pretty
as possible with only one face and a
limited number of expressions for
that. Does not an actress naturally
know about how to be beautiful?”
“She learns the possibilities of her
own face. She has to study it so ear
nestly w'hile putting on and taking off
make-up. She learns the little trick
of turning her eyes so they will look
as large as possible and whether to
show her full face or her profile, but
she scarcely carries those tricks con
sciously into every-day life; because
being natural is exactly as important
as being sure of your own possibilities.
answers an ideal of the sort of hair a
little Irish girl should have. In life
one does not wear a red wig for em
phasis and attraction, but one ar
ranges the hair just as becomingly as
possible. Now, I sometimes pompa-
absolutely and positively herself; and
in the realization of her own person- (
ality a6 well as her mastery of acting
she Is wonderful. She never was a
beauty in any accepted way—yet she
is more than beautiful. Why? Be
cause personality, originality and
varying moods and phases of temper
ament well from her inner conscious
ness and illuminate her face.”
The little actress’ face was fairly
transfigured with self-forgetting rev
erence as she spoke of the woman who
surmounts her profession.
I looked the growing admiration 1
was coming to feel for Laurette Tay-
.lor’s mobile charm. Suddenly she
leaned forward—lips parting in that
warming smile.
“Now. I am going to take my turn
at asking you a question. Were you
not disappointed in me when I first
came in? You missed the red wig—
the note of emphasis—the Irish spar
kle of the girl I play. Tell me, is this
not so?”
“Perhaps,” I 6aid slowly. “Perhaps.
“But truly, truly I find you better than
my best theories of you now.” For
you see Laurette Taylor realizes se
many of her own ideals of beauty;
hair softly parted over a broad brow,
wistful eyes, piquant nose and merry
smiling mouth above her stately white
throat affording a pleasing variety in
one face. And beauty did well from
her inner consciousness as she spoke
with self-forgetting love of her great
ideal, Bernhardt.
Getting Brazen.
Mrs. Brown and Jack Spencer have
become so abandoned in their infat
uation that they no longer have the
decency to conceal it from his wife.
And as for me! Well, Diary, when I
caught him kissing her the other day
wouldn’t you have thought they’d had
at least the grace to look ashamed?
Not a bit of it! All the embarrass
ment was mine! I pledged Sally my
word I wouldn’t Interfere, but I broke
It this morning when the widow came
across the lawn and took a seat be
side me in the library. I have noticed
that as soon as Jack leaves the house
she hunts me up, showing no desire
to face an hour or two alone with her
hostess.
I began by asking her, rathe;- gruff
ly. when she was going home
In tones as innocent as if she were
telling a preacher she liked lamb
stew, she replied:
"I can’t tel! you when 1 am going,
but I can tell you this much. When
one who to-day is gloriously mag
nificent, to-morrow sweetly pensive,
and the day after that interestingly
plain. Maxine Elliott, Maude Adams
and wonderful Mme. Bernhardt min
gling their types and possibilities in
one face would produce true and won
derful beauty, I think.”
What to Avoid.
Mias Taylor laughed the wide,
sweet, ahy Irish smile that makes
"Peg o’ My' Heart” the Joy of all
who meet her at the Port Theater In
New York or at home, where her
charming co-creator Is Mrs. Hartley
Manners," wife of the man who wrote
the pert his wife vitalizes.
"Of course," went on the vibrant
voice with Its note of rich tender
ness, "very few of us can unite beau
ty and charm and fascinating ugli
ness and the look of genius and spir
ituality. and dlabllerte all In our one
little faoe. And it Is Just as well not
to try to make your face over Into a
number of things It was never meant
to be and probably will decline to be
come. however hard you try to make
It. So It is Just as well to let y'our
personality flower Into its own,?ort of
beauty.
"When I was a 14-year-old board
ing school girl, with a vast affection
for little boys and a yearning to be
pretty and attractive. I discovered
that I had the sad blemish of a big
mouth if I let It go Into a natural
smile, so 1 pursed it up neatly at the
corners and Just semi-smiled. Then 1
discovered that If 1 smiled all the way
there were dimples—they seemed to
counteract the extensiveness of the
smile—so I let it have full sway'.”
Fairly Shuddered.
And I fairly shuddered to think
how but for those dimples the illumi
nating. infectious, altogether lovable
Laurette Taylor smile might have
been lost to us!
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costs only a fourth as much. Never was, and never will be, any syrup as good as
"Beauty wells up frorfi the inner
consciousness like per>onality. v be
gan Miss Taylor seriously, and then
stopped to ask in a delightfully hu
man way. “Well, do you think I am
talking like a book?"
“Not a bit," said 1; "please just*
thesyrup with the RED LABEL; and you’ll keepon
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next time you make candy. It makes great fudge,
too, and you’ll notice the difference in the first
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Vx teaspoon salt, some milk. Beat up yolks
of eggs, add syrup, cream, flour, salt, lard,
the soda dissolved in a little milk, and the
whites of the eggs well beaten. Batter
should be made thin with sweet milk. Bake
quickly in ve~y hot greased waffle irons.
Serve hot with Red Velva Syrup.