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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 very hot greased waffle irons. Serve hot with Red Velva Syrup. Miss Laurette Taylor in Two Charming Poses THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game SYNOPSIS Cordon Kelly, a young North Genr* gis mountaineer, rome*. to Atlanta to get a ftlare with Billy Smith u Crackers It is raining when he j-«a-hes Ponce Delj*r>n and he Is ntaiiy run over by an auto, in which af. two Persons a tnan and h young gm, Tha driver of tha oar is an ai - rogant fellow The girl makes him •cop the machine She gate out and inquires if Kelly la injured she apologizes for her companion's brusque manner Kelly sees Mana ger Smith ani te’la him he has never played a game of hall Smith con sent* to flTve Kelly a trial The girl in the auto la Mildred Deery, daugh ter of Galen r >eery. a crafty and wealthy speculator in timber lands Her companion la Forrest Cain, a rich young man about town Kelly own* limber land that Deery’ would like to posses® Now go on with the story. Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women Laccly Laurette Taylor Says That an Attractive Smile Is Her formula By A H. C MITCHELL Copyright. 1913. by International Sows Service. TO-DAY'8 INKTALIjMENT Selecting a dry spot on the “turtle bark'' diamond, thp two men drew' on their gloves and began “warming up" Yy passing the ball back and forth, a CUttncfe of about fifty feet separat ing them They kept up a running fire of talk like two dancing come diana doing a turn <>n the vaudeville stage “Nothing like starting the season In the right way.” said Smith “That’s the reason 1 brought out a new ball What kind of balls do you use in that mountain league of yours?" 1 use either the Spalding or the Reach. They are all the same. I un derstand they are tnade 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 Kellv caught the balls thrown at him with the ease and grace of a veteran. Smith purposely tossed Rome 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 hia tracks, or if the threw was too wild for that, he 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 Fmlth. “Ye* I keep in trim all the year around, was Kelly’* reply. With all bla 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 i>art of the South and there will be scores of bus tards 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 thr coun try. and although there will not h«* 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 case soon after Manager Smith and hia 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 ” “AH 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 as one would swing a huge Indian club, and after the manner of Tv Cobb. Tri« 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 ,* right-handed batsman, yet he assumed a position at the f >iate different from that of any big eague batsman of the present day. He stood exactly fifteen inches to the left of the rubber and faced the After fortifying himself with a couple of cocktails against an uninteresting session with Doery, Forrest Cain sat down at table with him and tried to appear interested. pitcher a* n fine, upstanding orator would face an audience. His feet were firmly planted on the ground right tpchee apart, and he waved his bat back and forth over the plate, not up and 4nw» and not obliquely, but on a line with the direction the ball might lx* expected to take. Tils Speaker and Doc ftesaler 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 Bfl) Smith to himself. “Where did the kid get 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 hia team. To he sure, the manager had not handled a ball In nearly five months and his arm w is 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 pat at easily as though It were a broomstick instead of 43 ounces of solid, well-seasoned ash. “Shades of Anson!” murmured Smith again. “What do you know about that kid! Well, here goe*.” Swinging his right arm in a circle several times and then describing sev eral “and no forths” in the air with the ball. Bill Smith raised his left foot on high and as It came down o the earth he delivered the hall with as much speed as he could put behind It As the bull sailed up to the plate. Kelly took one step straight forward and drove his 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 farther it went the more speed it s-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 tho ball 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 sides of the proud w ooden animal. “Lordy, Lordy, what a swat!’’ ejac ulated Whisky, who had been surrap- tleiously watching the proceedings on the diamond from the runway under the grandstand “Ah jest caint ree- ommember ever seeln’ nothin' tike dat on rfeseyere grounds hefo’.’’ Bill Smith gazed long and earnest ly at the jagged hole In the side of 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. Rill 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 tfiood at the plate brandishing his bat, he said: “Gome 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 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 Gordon Kelly.” "Fill it In with the smallest amount you pay anyone your player?, but I can’t sign it, as 1 will not be of ag? until the 10th of April." replied Kelly There was more business o i (Scratching a pen and then Smith irbr.o and pdintftd to the chair. • Sit down and sign it,” ho ordered You may not be of age according to common law, but I’ll take my rhancea with baseball an.” Kelly signed the document, arm* from tho chair and slipped off his | uniform, declining Whisky'* eager proffer of a rub-down “Much obliged, Whiukv. but I didn't work hard enough to-day to get up * sweat. Some other time." Gordon Kelly finished dressing and started to Have. “What time is the call for practice on Monday, Mr. Manager." he said No work on Sunday. I 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 your life?" "Right again." “That’* all. See you Monday* fc?o long." Gordon Kelly went out apd Bill l Smith, turning to his attendant *-Td: “T repeat. Whisky, there goes a mys- terio'ao for all the money you got in your clothes.” "Yaesuh. yaasuh, he cert'nly am an’ d.en some,” CHAPTER IV A r 9:30 o'clock on Monday morn ing Judge Barbee called Galen Deery r on the telephone and in formed him that the young man they had been speaking about on Satur day, Gordon Kelly, had Just left iis office, but that he was to have lum .i with him at the Riedmqnt at 12:SO, and if Mr. Deery cared to saunter in her would introduce him. “He 1a 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 Toom of the PieJ- , mont and was soon seated at a table with Gordon Kelly and Judge Barbee. | He rpade himself very agreeable to the young man, as hfc 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 su’t, ! Mr. Deery. We have riot'much use for j them where I came from. I remem ber an old suit of my father s hanging up in a closet, but 1 never taw it on him." j . j "We will dine informally to-night,” replied Deery. "1 am not much on the s pi k eta Us myself and only wear them when I am absolutely obliged to do so. Come up Just as you kre. 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 aaid: “J 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 .hb» business, dealings, but l -have never found, b.ini that way and I have been in several undertakings with him. He is the kind of man that will try tQ 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’* 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 thing? with you." And posing is a foe to naturalness, oi cour>*e. “Beauty is valuable a? a lure to the e y e —the eye is attracted first, of course—and then the mind is appealed to. and in order to get h fair hearing for a fine personality it is well to pr* sent a pleasing picture first. “In Teg 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; 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 fame type at each one? Original ity of a well-bred, simple sort is acr 1 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— To be Continued To-morrow. Up -to-Date Jokes A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX Young Man (to provision merchant) , — Your daughter and l, aft-, have • greed to row down the river of. Ul'e together, sir Provision Merchant (sarcastically) HsiVe you got an.v provisions on board ? Y«»ung Man—rNo. sir. Considering } our business. we thought tho victualing department ''as more in your line, sir. When Scones was at Oxford he was a most excellent fellow, and only had one enemy—soap. He was callsd Dirty Scone*. One day the wag. Bo- lu*. 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. bow are you? 1 havent’ mni you for ages You are altered I should scarcely know you again. ’ “Excuse me, sir, my name is not Bmlth.” "Great Scot! Your name altered si* well?” Stop Experimenting wjtb “so-called" hair destroyer* The time thus wasted only serve* to make the undesir* able hairs take firmer root. The Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroyer is the only preparation that immediately acd without the slightest injury to the most deli cate §kiu. will remove Superfluous Hair It Acts Instantly uherevtr applied, a Cold Answer. \ BRIL 1H. T have been sorely m-g- h\ ligent of you lately. Diary, but ^ tfiv kaleidoscopic rapidity with which familiar forms and long-estab lished opinions have changed has left i me in a state of bewilderment. If I had started to pour into your sym pathetic ear my belief that Sally Spencer did right In inviting the wld- i ow to visit her. something would have j occurred before the page was filled to I convince me she did wrong. 1 have tried to help her according to | my interpretation of the needs of the i situation by flirting violently with Mrs. Brown, even going so far Art* to j give the widow every opportunity to ask me to marry her—indeed, eneour- j aging her to do so—and all L 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 u hint from the disapproving i looks she gave me and she had been • ompelled to remove me bodily from the scene by asking me to walk to the i corner mail box with her. "is my game, and 1 want you to know, Max, that 1 am competent to play It with- I out any assistance from you " "It seems to me," 1 grumbled, "that j I am rendering you very valuable as sistance at this minute. What would be your excuse for leaving those two alone hour Aftei hour if you didn't have me around? You want a walk around the block, and Max will take you. of court** 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 ityahette, and Max will step acroa.« tha lawn with you. mid. as for the mail box. you know. Sails Spencer, you have mailed more letters ifi the past w*ek than you ever wrote in your life, and it never occurs to you that your maid or your man w ill mail th< m for you. No. you must go yourself, and Max must go with you Yru w find it not offensive, a rtq*isitt ethers dare not claim for their preparations Tske no malodorous or worthies* substi tutes Insist upon El-Rado. Price. $1.00, at Jacobs Ten Stores Boekiet at valuable information f**t off r+QUfst. PILGRIM MFG. COMPANY .East 28th St. New York “Do you be thrown jjike th»t?” j." “She serms i J trifle more cold I couldn't gainsay that, for I have i never known the widow to seem ar | happy as etee has appeared ^inoe she became a guest of the Spenchr home j Her enjoyment proves to me that women, just 'as well as men. like to i 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 takes it. Tho fact that the label put on her luggag* Is stuck on for life i* all that keeps her from going to the end of the line. In her heart she goes there as* often as a man. <>f 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 crop of wild oats that were excruci atingly funn\. a few that were sad, and one that was almost tragic, but I wouldn't be allowed to recall the most innocent if 1 married a woman a» 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-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 sin! "My mother died when I was a boy." I can hear myself telling her. “and she was the last woman 1 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 < at nights and things, didn't them?” “Never, nev for my halo. { "But “I onc< I the sti • tHer men went around did all sorts of wicked you go *round with ■r. never NEVER!’’ reaching 1 thought." a little doubtfully, heard you apeak of being on' 'ets with Tom Addison till 3 in the. morning." reproof, “we were on our way to sit up with the dead.” Perhaps this would satisfy her, but I have a notion she w'ould ask who was dead, and I should be compelled to invent a fictitious corpse, go into all the detail* of his last illness, and perhaps, the next time we were out riding, be confronted with the request that l show her his grave! The next time she renewed the at tack on my past I would throw up more breastwork* of hypocrisy, grow ing more skillful with every occa sion. And why would she do this. Diary? Well, the Lord alone knows. 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 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 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 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 •« time and find it is all a dream. Getting Brazen. Mrs. Brown and Jack Spencer have become so abandoned in their infat nation 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. I began by asking her, rather gruff ly. w hen she w as going, home In tones as innocent as if she were telling n preacher she liked lamb stew, she replied: “I can’t tell you when I am going, but I can tell you this much: When By LILLIAN LAUFFEKTY. 141*4 /fERCY, you don’t consider me IV'I a beaut y' ” exclaim( d Lau- j rette Taylor in a tone of genuine and delightful amazement. She studied the floor of ,'ter own bhown- rugged, flower-decked living ri/om in charming confusion that had a. touch of the chlld-like qiralitv every lovable woman should possess In her nature. "Evidently you don’t takte that par ticular phase of beauty very serious ly," said I "But won’t you tell me just w hat your Idea of huiuty is?’ "Variety,” came the answer prompt ly, “To me a beautififi woman is one who to-day is gloriously mag nificent, to-morrow sweetly pensive, and the day after that ( Interestingly plain. Maxine Elliott, ijlkude Adams and wonderful Mme. Burnhardt min gling their types and ljosstbilitles in one face would produce (true and won derful beauty, I think * What to Avoid. Miss Taylor laughjed .the wide, sweet, shy Irish smil-t that makes “Peg o’ My Heart” the joy of all who meet her at the fort Theater in New’ York or at horme, where her charming co-creator 3s Mrs. Hartley Manners,” wife of tho man who wrrote the part his wife vitalizes. “Of course,” went on the .vibrant voice with its notej- of rich tender ness. “very few' of u|5 can unite beau ty and charm and; fascinating ugli ness and the look <jf genius and spir ituality. and diabJMrie all in our one little face. And it ds just as well not to try to make yo>ir face over into a number of things it w’aa never meant to be and probably will decline to be come. however hajd you try to make it. So it is just Jas w r ell to let your personality flower into its own sort of beauty. "When 1 was a 14-year-old board ing school girl, \*ith a vast affection for little boys a|id a yearning to be pretty and attractive. I discovered that T had the rad blemish of a big mouth if I let fit go into a natural smile, so 1 pursfd it up neatly at the .’orners and Jus| semi-stxtiied. Then I discovered thatfif 1 smiled all the way there were diijiplcs—they seemed to counteract tho 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 Tai’lor smile might have been lost to'us! “Beauty t ells up from the inner consciousness like personality." be gan Miss fuylor seriously, and then stopped to ask in a delightfully hu man way. * Well, do you think 1 am I talking lily a book"?" i ‘Not a bit," said I; "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 they will look as large as possible and whether to show her full face or her profile, but she scarcely carries those tricky 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 as well as her mastery of acting she is wonderful. She never was a f beauty 1n 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 fairfy transfigured with self-forgetting rev-* , erence as phe 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. Suddenlv ehe leaned forward—lips parting in that warming smile. "Now’. I am going to take nsy turn at asking you a question. W«are you not disappointed in me when I first came in? You missed the red wig— the note of emphasis— the Iriyh 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 whit* throat affording a pleasing variety 1n one face. And beauty did well from her inner consciousness aa she spoke with self-forgetting love of her groat ideal, Bernhardt. Next Time You Make Waffles, T*V t Ml * —serve them with Velva Syrup with the RED LABEL, and JL/O 1 IllS 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 griddie 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 thesyrup with theRED LABEL; andyou’ll keep on 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 J tablespoons Red Velva Syrup, 2 cups sour cream, 4 cups flour, 3 eggs, l teaspoon baking soda, 3 tablespoons melted lard, V\ teaspoon salt, some milk. Beat up yolks