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thesyrup ■with the RED.LABEL; and you’ 11 heepon using itafteryoubuyyour first package. Try Velva 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 m 3 tablespoons Red Velva Syrup, 2 cups soar cream, 4 cups flour, 3 eggs, 1 teaspoon baking soda, 3 tablespoons melted lard, teaspoon salt, some milk. Beat up yolks I'*47 o f eggs, add syrup, cream, flour, salt, lard, • - Jte the soda dissolved in a little milk, and the ~~ white4 of the eggs well beaten. Batter y.j should be made thin u/ith sweet milk. Bake 7'.T fA ouickly in very hot g reused waffle irons. Serve hot with Red Velva Syrup. THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women Lovely Laureke Taylor Says Thai an Attractive Smile Is Her Formula 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 they will look as large as pos.sibie and whether to show her full face or her profile, but she scarcely carries those tricks' con sciously inter'every-day life; because being natural is exactly as important as being sure of your ow n 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, 1 sometimes pompa dour my hair, or marcel it, or follow the prevailing mode in some way, but that is not wise, for w ith 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; so no matter how fashion* may lure me for a time, in the end I 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 sway-backed women all of the same 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— Next Time You Make Waffles, T'V —serve them with Velva Syrup with the RED LABEL, and a Jr Cl X 1X13 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 gridd« 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 Miss Laurette Taylor in Two Charming Poses. By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY. -m cERCY, you don’t consider me IV^I a beaut Y-” 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, «weet, 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 diabllerie 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 !et your personality flower Into its own sort of beauty. "When I was a 14-year-old board ing school girl, with a vast affection Tor little boys and a yearning to be pretty and attractive, 1 discovered that I had the sad blemish of a big mouth if I let it go lato a natural smile, so I pursed it up neatly at the corners and just semi-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 Jet 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, "Weil, do you think I am talking like a book?” "Not a bit," said I; "please just And posing is a foe to naturalness, oi cour.'-'e. "Beauty Is valuable as a lure to the 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 1 wear a red wig as a note of emphasis—it catches the eye and Up-to-Date Jokes A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX Young Man (to provision merchant) Your (laughter and 1, sir, have agreed to row down the river of life together, sir. Provision Merchant (sarcastically) Have you got any provisions on board? Young Man—No, sir. Considering your business, we thought the victualing department was more in your line, sir. , When Scone*, was at Oxford he was a most excellent fellow, and only had one enemy—soap. Ho 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?" Stop Experimenting with “so-called’” hair destroyers. The time thus wasted only serves to make the undesir* able hairs take firmer root. PRIL 16.—1 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 I had started to pour into your sym pathetic ©Jr 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 at* to give the widow every opportunity to ask me to marry her -indeed, 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 very coldly one evening, when 1 had refused to take i hint from the disapproving looks she gave me and she had been compelled to remove me ^odlly from the scene by asking me to walk to the corner mail box with her. “it- my game, and l want you to know. Max, that 1 am competent to play it with out any assistance from you." The Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroyer the only preparation that immediately acd thout the j-iightest injury to the most deli Superfluous Hair It Ads Instantly wherever applied. U q o1( i Answer I am rendering you very valuable as sistance at this minute. What would bo 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 von You arc overwhelmed with a longing to see Manette, and Max will step acrosF* 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 I your maid or your man w ill mail them 5 for you. No. you must go yourself, and Max must go with you. Y v;:: find it not offensive, a requisite ethers dare not claim for their preparations Take no malodorous or worthless substi tute.- Insist upon El-Rado. Price, $1.00, at Jacobs' Ten Stores. PTLGRIM MFG. COIWPANY £7 2»th St. New York! "Do you think Mrs. Brown likes to be thrown at your husband’s head like that?" "She seems to be enjoying it,” a j trifle more coldly. I couldn’t gainsay that, for 1 have 1 never known the widow to seem ;i- j happy as she has appeared since she I became a guest of th Spencer home j Her enjoyment proves to mo that women, just as wel] as men. like to play with fire, and that more of them would go to the devil if such an ex cursion in a woman’s life were as quickly forgotten as when a man takef It. The fact that the label put ou her luggage is stuck on for life is all that keeps her from gojng to the end of the line. In her heart she goes there as* 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. There have been situations In the sowing and harvesting of my small c rop of wild oats that were excruci atingly funny, a few that were sad, and one that was almost tragic, but 1 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, seodsT 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 Merc a ret Hill that I had lived my almost fifty years without the com mission of a sin! "My mother died when 1 was a box." 1 can hear myself telling her, "and she was the last woman I kissed I ’till 1 kissed you.” “Rut 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 "Never, never. NEVER!" reaching ! for my halo. But 1 thought," a lit tie doubtfully, I **Y once heard you speak of being on j the streets with Tom Addison till 3 o’elo.k in the morning.” • ".My dear," In M AaUxUiua* 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 would she do this, Diary? Well, the Lord alone know s. 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 aiike!” And w r hen a woman says “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 l 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 I am blindly hoping I will wake up after a time and find it is all a dream. Getting Brazen. Mrs. Brow n 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 tty 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. 1 began by asking her, rather gruff ly. when she was going home. In tones as innocent as if she were j telllne a preacher she liked lamb stew, she replied: "1 can’t tell you w hen I am going. 1 but 1 can tell you this much; When SYNOPSIS. Gordon Kelly, a young North Geor gia mountaineer, comes to Atlanta to get a place with Billy Smith's Crackers. It is raining when he reaches Ponce DeLeon and he Is nearly run over by an auto, in which ar* two persons—a man and a young The driver of tjie 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 ani te!ls him he has never played a game of ball. Smith con sents to flive Kelly a trial The girl in the auto is Mildred Deery, 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 i>oSMess. 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 back" diamond, the two men drew on their gloves and began "warming up" Yy passing the ball back and forth, a distance of about fifty feet separat ing them. They \\ept up a running fire of talk like two dancing come- | dians doing a turn on the vaudeville stage. # "Nothing like starting the season In the right way,’’ said Smith. "That’s the reason 1 brought out a new ball, i What kind of balls do you use in that mountain league of yours?” "I use either the Spalding or the Reach. They are all the same. I un- f derstand they are made at the same factory.” If the manager expected the re cruit to handle himself awkwardly or jump around in the clumsy man ner of the novice he was disappoint- ■ ed. Kelly caught'the balls thrown! at him with the ease and grace of a j veteran. Smith purposely tossed 1 some wide ones, expecting the other I man to fall over himself, but noth- I ing of the sort happened. Kelly took j them with one hand without moving from his tracks, or If the threw was too wild for that, lie would get in front of the ball with one surprisingly | quick leap. A Crowd Gathers. “You seem to be in pretty fair! shape for this time of year,” re marked Smith. "Yes, I keep in trim all the year; around," was Kelly’s reply. With all his hinting around, the * manager couldn’t get much information from the recruit. Throw a piece of meat or a dead j cat in the woods of any part of the i South and there will be scores of buz- j sards circling over the spot in an in- j • credibly short space of time. Let two I or more ball players start practicing: on any inclosed grounds in the coun- j try. and although there will not he a' small boy In sight when they begin/ dozens of urchins will appeal- on the scene as if from nowhere before five minutes have passed. Such was the case 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 batting prac tice. You take first w hack at the ball and I'll pitch to you.” "All right; wait till 1 get my hats," remarked Kelly, starting for the club house. He returned quickly, swing ing the three bats around his shoul ders with both hands as one would I swing a huge Indian club, and after the manner of Tv Uobb, Tris Speaker i urn bat imtn of na-1 tional reputation. He tossed two of I 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 league 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 baseball la»v.” Kelly signed the document, arose from th© chair and slipped off hla uniform, declining Wnisky’s eager proffer of a rub-down. "Much obliged, Whisky, but I didn’t work hard enough to-day to get uy a sweat. Some other time.’’ Gordon Kelly finished dressing and started to leave. "What tirpe is the call for practice on Monday, Mr. Manager,” he said "No work on Sunday, I suppose." Ten o’clock sharp, Gordon. Er— did I understand you to say you neveT played a game of ball?” "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 mys- terioso for all the money you got in your clothes.* "Yassuh, yassuh, he cert’nly am an’ den some.” 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 a 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 ball might be expected to take. Tris Speaker and Doc Gessler swung 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 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 ba!l 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 ball and 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 his oat,at easily as though It were a broomstick Instead of *3 i ounces of solid, well-seasoned ash. “Shades of Anson!” murmured Smith again. "What do you know about that kid! Well, here 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 *o I the earth he delivered the ball with 1 as much speed as he could put behind j It. As the ball sailed up to the plate. ! Kelly took one step straight forward and drove hi9 bat against the horse- hide. There was a resounding crash and the ball shot like a rifle bullet on a line toward right field. The farthei It went the more speed It ? emed 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 bull which adorns the hall parks of every league club in the country. There was a sound of splin tering wood and the ball disappeared from view, leaving a large hole in tho Bides of tho proud wooden animal. "Lordy, Lordy, what a swat!” ejac ulated Whisky, who had been surrep titiously watching the proceedings on the diamond from the runway under the grandstand. "Ah jest eaint rec- ommember ever seein’ nothin’ like dat on des* yere grounds befo’." Bill Smith gazed long and earnest ly at the jagged hole In the side «*f 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 again as long as you live.” Then, turning to the young man. who still stood 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 pen. Finally the manager turned to Kelly and said: "What amount shall I write here?" "What i.-* 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 Gordon Kelly.” “Fill it ig with the smallest amount you pay anyone of your players, but I can't "sign it, as I w ill not be of ag? until the 10th of April,” replied Kelly There was more business of CHAPTER IV. A P 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. De^rv, 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. 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 r ot much use for them where I came from. I remem ber an old suit of my father’s hanging up in a closet, but I never saw it on him.” "We will dine informally to-night,” replied Deery. "I am not much on the spiketails myself and only wear them when I am absolutely ob’iged to do so. Come up just as you are. We dine at 7 o’clock.” “Thank you, I will, with pleasure,” said Gordon. Deery begged to be excused soon after and when he had gone, Judge Barbee said: "I 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 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 g!ud 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.” To be Continued To-morrow. absolutely and positively herself; and ( in the realization of her own person- 1 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.” J 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 ray turn at asking you a question. Wore you riot 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 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 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.