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... the syrup with the RED LABEL; and you’ 11 keep on using itafteryoubuy your first package. TryVelva next time you make candy. It makes great fudge, too, and you’ll notice the difference in the first batch. Your grocer has Velva in the green can, too, if you like. Velva is ten cents up, according to size—and you never bought its equal. Send for the book of Velva Recipes. No charge. PENICK & FORD, Ltd. NEW ORLEANS, LA. KENTUCKY WAFFLES //f/l/K 3 tablespoons Red Velva Syrap, 2 cups sour f cream, 4 cups flour, 3 eggs, 1 teaspoon baking sc da, 3 tcblcspoons melted lard, teaspoon salt, some milk. Beat up yolks eggs, add syrup, cream, flour, salt, lard, < ^ jgj the soda dissolved in a little milk, and the ~ m whites of the eggs well beaten. Batter — r.j should be made thin with sweet milk. Bake fc-SjBSy.;;,rf vL Quickly in very hot greased waffle irons. Serve hot with Red Velva Syrap. ■■ m THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game SYNOPSIS. Gordon Kelly, a young North Geor gia. mountaineer, comes 10 Atlanta to get a place with Billy Smith’s Crackers. It is raining when he reaches Pome DsLboh and he is nearly run over by an auto, in which ar* two person*—a. man and a young fBr^ The driver of the car is an ar- roftiuit 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 an i 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 crafty 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. opyright, 1913, by International News , Service. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Selecting a dry spot on th« "turtle | back" diamond, the two men drew on their gloves and began 'warming up" Yy iwssing the ball back and forth, a distance of about fifty feet separat- j ing them They kept up a running fire of talk like two dancing come dians doing a turn on the vaudeville stage. "Nothing like starting the season tn the right way," said Smith, "That's! the reason I brought out a new ball. ! What kind of balls do yon use in that mountain league of yours?" 'I 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 expected the re- j crult to handle himself awkwardly j or jump around in the clumsy man ner of the novice he was disappoint ed. Kelly eaught the balls thrown j at him with the case and grace of a | veteran. Smith purposely tossed j some wide ones, expecting the other man to fall over himself, but noth- ing of the sort happened. 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 thfs time of year," re- \ marked Smith. "Yes, I keep In trim all the year| around,” was Kelly's reply. With all j his hinting around, the manager! couldn’t get much information tfom thr recruit. Throw a piece of meat or a dead j cat in the woods of any part of the! South and there will be scores of buz- j sards circling over the spot in an in - | credibly 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 be a j 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 case *oon 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 batting prac tice. You take first whack at the ball and I’ll pitch to you.” “All right; wait till I get my bats," remarked Kelly, starting for the club house. He returned quickly, swing ing the three bats around, his shoul ders with both hands ns one would swing a huge Indian club, and ufter 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 stepped to the plate with the third. He was a right-handed batsman, yet he assumed a position at the plate different from that of any big b ague batsman of the present day. He stood exactly fifteen Inches to the left of the rubber and faced the scratching a pen and then Smith arose and pointed to the chair sit down and sign it," he ordered You may not be of age according to common law, but I'll take my chances with ba>*eball law.” Kelly signed the document, arose from the chair and slipped off his uniform, declining Whisky’s eager proffer of n rub-down ■ Much obliged, Whisky, but I didn’t work hard enough to-day to get up a sweat. Some other time" Gordon Kelly finished dressing 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. For did 1 understand you to say you never played a game of hall?’’ "That is correct." "And you never saw a ball game in your life?" "Right again.” “That’s all. See you Monday. So long.” Gordon Kelly went out and Bill Smith, turning to his attendant, said: "I repeat, Whisky, there goes a myg- terloso for all the money you got in your clothe*.” “Yassuh, yassuh, he cert’nly am an’ den some.” Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women 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 as n fine, upstanding orator would face an audience. His feet were firmly planted on the ground eight inches apart, and he waved his bat back and forth over the plate, not up and down and not obliquely, but on a line with the direction the hall might he expected to take. Tiis Speaker and Doc Gessler swing their bats In prelimlnHpy 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 get that pose, 1 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 Irt nearly live months and his arm was I in no condition to put any “stuff” on I it. Still he figured he might throw up most any kind of ball and have Kelly i tumbling all over himself to hit It- — that is, he figured that way until the j recruit took his stand at the plate and waved his oat at easily as though It were a broomstick instead of 43 j ounces of solid, Veil-seasoned ash. “Shades of Anson!" murmur'd Smith again. "What do you know about that kid! Well, here goes." Swinging his right arm In a circle j several times and then describing aov- ; eral “and so forths” in the air with j the ball, Bill Smi^h raised his left j foot on high and as It came down ‘o the earth he delivered the ball with as much speed as he could put behind ! It. As the hnll sailed up to th«* plate. | Kelly took one step straight forward | and drove his bat against the hovse- I hide. There was a resounding crash and the ball shot like a rifle bullet on ! a line toward right field. Th«- farthei j It went the more speed It seemed to j 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 bull which adorns the j ball parks of every league duty in the country. There was a sound of splJn- I tering wood apd the ball disappeared from view, leaving a large hole in the sides of the proud wooden animal. “Lordy, Lordy, what a swat!” ejac ulated Whisky, who had been surrep- tlciously watching the proceedings on the diamond from the runway under the grandstand. “Ah jest eaint ree- ommember ever seeln’ nothin’ like dat on deseyere grounds befo’.” Bill Smith gazed long and earnest ly at the jagged hole in the side «<? the bull. Twenty boys ran in search of the hall and presently one of them returned with it, out of breath, and held it out to the manager. Kill Smith waved his hand and said; Offer a Contract. “Keep It as a souvenir, kid; you’ll never see a hit like that again as long as you live." Then, turning to the young man, who still etood at the plate brandishing his bat, he said: ‘Come with me, Kelly,” 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 a Finally the manager turned to pen Kelly and said: “What amount shall I write here?” “What U* It?" inquired the young man. “Something I want to send to Pres ident Kavanaugh of the Southern League for promulgation. It is a con trol t between the Atlanta. Baseball Club and Gordon Kelly." — “‘Fill it in with the smallest amount you pay anyone of your players, but 1 can’t sign it, as 1 will not be of ag? until the 10th of April," replied Kelly There was more business o! A r 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 luncn 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 j with Gordon Kelly and Judge Barbee. ! He made himself very agreeable to the , young man, as he well knew how to 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 i them where I came from. I remem- » her an old suit of my father’s hanging I up In a closet, but I never saw it on , him.” “We will dine informally to-night,” replied Deery. ‘I am not much on th* splketails myself and only wear them | when I am absolutely ob’iged to do I so. Come up just as you are. We dine at 7 o’clock.” “ Thank you. 1 will, with pleasure,” said Gordon. Deery begged to be excused soon | after and when he had gone, Judge ; Barbee said: “1 have known Deery for a good many years I 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 1 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 a/id spend a quiet evening with us. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to talk to you a little about your affairm. You were in such a hurry to get away this morning I didn’t have a chance to go over things with you." To be Continued To-morrow. Up-to-Date Jokes .:. A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX Young Man—No, sir. Considering your business, we thought the victualing department was more in your line, sir. When Soones 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 liavent’ 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?” Stop Experimenting rrith "no-railed” hair destroyers. The time thus wasted only serves to make the undekir* able hairs take firmer root. The Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroyer the only preparation that immediately and thout the slightest injury to the most deli- Superfluous Hair ye PRIL 1C. 1 have been sorely neg llgcnt of you lately, Diary, but the kaleidoscopic rapidity with which famfuar forms and long-estab lished opinions have changed has left me in a state of bewilderment. If 1 had started to pour Jnto 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 rm to give the \vido\<* every opportunity to ask me to marry her—indeed, encour aging her to do so- and all i got for jeopardizing my future happiness was a scolding from Sally. “This," she said to me very coldly one evening, when 1 hail refused to take a hint from the disapproving looks she gave me and she had been compelled to remove me bodily from the scene by asking me to walk to the corner mail box with her. “is* my game, and I want you to know. Max, that I am competent to play it with out any assistance from you.” “It seems to me," 1 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 sec Manette, nnd Max will stop 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 w ill mail them for you. .No. you inusti%:o youyself. and Max must go with you. It .1 is Instantly wherever applied, p, (? 0 ld Answer. Y< u will find it not offensive, a requisite, others dare not claim tor their preparations. Take no malodorous or worthless substi tutes. Insist upon El-Rado. Price, $1.00, at Jacobs' Ten Stores. PILGRIM MFG. COMPANY East ZStia St. New Yorfa "Do you think Mrs. Brown li he thrown at your husband’s like that?" "She seems to be enjoying | trifle more coldly. I couldn’t gainsay that, for 1 j never known the widow to se« j happy as Mhe has appeared aim I became a guest of the Spencer j Her enjoyment proves to me j women, just as well as men. li I play fire, and that more of would go to the devil if such an ex cursion in a woman’s life were as quickly forgotten at when a man takes it. The fact that the label put on her luggage is stuck on for life Is all tha: keeps her from going to the end of the lino. In her heart she goes there ns often as a man. Of course there are exceptions. There is Margaret Hill, who never in her lift* committed a sin as enormous as crocheting on Sunday, but what happiness would a man find in her. He would “nave 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. There have been situations In the sowing and harvesting of my small crop of wild oats that were excruci atingly funny, a few that were sad, and one that was almost tragic, hut I wouldn’t be allowed to recall the most innocent If I married a woman as good as Margaret Hill. 'I 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-fio?” 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 He like a thief. 1 can just fancy myself. Diary, tell ing Margaret Hill that I had lived my almost fifty years without the com mission of a sin! "Mv mother died when I was a boy." I can hear myself telling her, "and she 'was the last w oman I kissed ’till I kissed you.” "But did you never meet any wom an you thought you loved?” she woul 1 persist, in the insane fashion women have of trying to undermine their happiness. "Neve r." 1 w ould reply emphat ically. "But when other men went around at nights and did all sorts of wicked L n«s. didn’t you go around with them ?" ! Never, never, NEVER!" reaching i for my halo. “But l thought,” a little doubtfully, ! "I once hoard you apeak of being on | the streets with Tom Addison till 3 • o’clock in the- morning." ' My ileai, in iM JdftlUSttUS 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 detail*? of his last illness, and p* naps, the next time we were ou riding, be confronted with the request that I show her his grave! The next time she renewed the at tack on my past 1 would throw up more breastworks of hypocrisy, grow ing more skillful with every occa sion. And why would she do this. Diary? Well, the Lord alone knowg. A boy who punches a hole in his drum to find out where the noise comes from has his counterpart in every wife. She isn’t content to simply be happy; she must punch her happiness all to pieces, using a question mark as a tool. When she has discovered that her husband wasn’t a spotless angel in his past, she declares “All men are alike!" And when a woman sayli “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 >f putting down in black and white what is really happening. To do that will make it really so, and 1 am blindly hoping I will wake up after a time and find it is all a dream. 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 1 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. 1 began by asking her. rather gruff !y. when she was going home. In tones as innocent as if she were tellinc a preacher she liked lamb stew, she replied: ”1 can’t tell you whfn I am going, but I can tell you this much: When Lovely Laurefte Taylor Says That an Attractive Smile Is Her Formula And posing is a foe to naturalness, oi course. “Beauty Is valuable as a lure to tne eye—the eye is attracted first, of course and then the mind is appealed to, and in order to get a fair hearing for a fine personality it is well to pre sent a pleasing picture first In Peg I wear a red wig as a note of emphasis—it catches the eye and 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; mo no matter how fashion* may lure me for a time, in the enu T go back to the simple mode of hair dressing that best expresses me.” “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 away-backed women all of the fame type at each one? Original ity of a well-bred, simple sort Is so , lovely—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— Miss Laurette Taylor i n Two Charming Poses. By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY. M' ERCY, you don’t consider me 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 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. Miss Taylor laughed the wide, sweet, shy Irish smile that makes “Peg o’ My Heart” the Joy of all who meet her at the Cort Theater in New 'York or at home, where her charming co-creator is Mrs. Hartley Manners,” wife of the man who wrote the part 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 diablierie all in our one little face. 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 your personality flower into its own sort 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 I pursed it up neatly at the corners and just seml-smiled. Then 1 discovered that if I 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! “Beauty wells up from the inner consciousness like personality,” 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 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 while putting on and taking off make-up. She learns the little trick of turning her eyes so thej r 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 Iris'h 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 as 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 I 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 cam© 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 said slowly. "Perhaps. “But truly, truly I find you better than my best theories of you now.” For you see Laurette Taylor realizes so many of her own ideals* of beauty; hair softly parted over a broad brow, wistful eyes, piquant nose and merty 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 1 love of her great ideal, Bernhardt. Next Time You Make Waffles, Do This —serve them with Velva Syrup with the RED LABEL, and know syrup as you’ve never known it before. Velva is made for table use. for making cakes, candies and other goodies. It puts new go in griddVi cakes, makes muffins taste like more and places a plate of biscuits into a little world of its own. Good? Yes, ma'am, great — and its use brings the high cost of living down. Goes twice as far as butter on bread, and costs only a fourth as much. Never was, and never will be, any syrup as good as