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Sure!! ~th/irif wry I £or me / MorSe AkJ' Bu66V ktfoutf 4MVThiw6 /bout /c/To MOBILES' Little Bobbie’s Pa Polly and Her Pals Pa Grasped the General Idea OofiyrljrM, 1918, International New* 8erric« By Cliff Sterrett WILLIAM F. KIRK. H4W6ED it 1 kiV See vjt/6i'f 7hA WJI7U The piu& Bufrr d Dot fit l WELL EoR Pity $AkES, /(S\< 5oMf BODyi it W/owt (fjO TR4tS A r»wCH! VFR 6,4£ LiiJEZ A Bit Clouded,, The Pf-AtINUM PoiMt^ OF Vbup ViBR^TorJ APE SEt Tooti^Mt AW tHE/UE BuRMf OUt L VouR MA6WET0 IS \JJEAK AfJD youR BRUSHES ( ARE out oe TiME, r OtHERwiSE it Seem?" -To BE o-k!) bark The naim of the yung man was Gal* bralth Denton. His nairn was like the naims of the army ossifers in plays & stories <\. h<* wtis vary hand sum The only thing I didn’t like about him was that he was all the time bragging. He is the only West Point man I ewer saw that bragged. Mo&st of them knows better wen they git thru school. I ha vent the faintest idee ware they will send me. he toald Pa & Ma. My only with is to be sent to some post ware thare is plenty of action & danger. Danger is my midde! naim, he sed. The direst peril in the world la like that much custard pie to me. I think I grow taller A broader on a diet of danger, he sed. Doant you feel that way? ho asked Pa. Pa Is Modest. I think Ta was (mini? to say Yea. but hr saw Ma grinning at him A he sed Well, to tell you the truth, I am not so full of Are & recklessness as 1 was wen I was a yung man. In those days. Pa sed. I cud put my hand in a mad dog's mouth with a smile, or face the charge of a en-raged bull without hatting a eye, but my advanced Veers have sobered me down a bit & made me think of other A greater things than fitelng Well, sed the yung man, Mister Den- tion, it is this way with me, he sed to Pa. I do not Imagine that I shal grow less fearless with the added yeers. In faek.I beeleove that when I am a old man I will bo eeven tnoar dauntless than I am now, A- wen the grim reaper cuins ho will find me In the hour of Deth as I ever was In life, unafraid. That Is a fine way to be, said Pa. You will And, sed Ps. wen you go to the front, many things in acktual war- faro to try yure curragc sorely. In the dark days of the Civil War, Pa sed. the days that I dred to recall to any grate extent eeven now, I went thru hardships & faced dangers that wud have killed any ordinary man or made him crazy. I wonder now A then, sed Pa. that that terrlbul war dident maik me reely insane. Dont you, wife? oh, I Buppoas so, sed Ma Sumtlmes I think you are a llttel dippy at that. Ma Gives Him Away. Pn got kind of red in the face, but he kept on talking. My boy, he sed to Mister Dention, wen you have gone thru u baptism of fire such us me & my braiv comrades went thru at Mis- shunary Ridge or in the battel of the Wilderness, or at Shiloh or Chancel- lorsvillc. Pa sed. yjju will show them how reely braiv you are. One night I wa ; surrounded by a whole company of cavalry Pa sed 1 newer lost my superb m-rve. Taking advantage of a blue mist that hung oav<y a gray land scape, I mingled freely with The enemy HE SEZ. "TheV Seem£ fBE SOME THIN’ "The M/mER^ WJl'TH it! * THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game SYNOPSIS. Gordon Kelly, a yourg 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 are two persons a man and a young girl. The driver of the car is an ar rogant fellow’. The girl makes him stop the mat bine. She gets out and Inquires if Easily Is Injured. |lhe apologizes for her companion's brusuue, manner. Kelly secs Mana ger Smith anT tells him he has never played a game of ball. Smith con sents to fllve Kelly a trial. The girl in the auto Is Mildred Deery, daugh ter of Galen Deery, a crafty and wealthy speculator in timber lunds. Her companion is Forrest Cain, a rich young man about town. Kelly owns timber land that Deery would like to possess. Kelly is invited to the Deery home, where he is Intro duced to Mildred. Cain hears Mil dred order an auto to take her guest to his hotel. He takes the driver's place and carries Kelly out into the woods Kelly thrashes Cain. Man ager Smith tells the newspapers about his new find and the reporters print all sorts of "Joshing" stories about Kelly. Now go on with the story. Jack London's new story, “The Scarlet Flague," begins in the American Monthly Magazine j given free with every copy of next Sunday’s American. Far More Important. •Id man had given his son a ir education, and had taken | ) his shop. The young fellow whs. over-particular about a great many little things, but the father j made no comment. One day an order came in from a regular customer. "I wish to goodness.” exclaimed the ton, "that Jones would learn to spell." •on. anyt ntor now : inquired ully, > ' offee with a 'k.' " I 1 never noticed it." never did." said the "You never notice "Perhaps not. my son," replied the old man: "but there is one thing I do notice, which \ «m will learn by and by. and that is that .Tones pays cash." Speedy Courtship. A man recently in New York laid a wager that he would woo, win. and ; marry within an hour a young lady i whom, with his companions, he had just seen arrive at the hotel where he was living There is nothing in the American marriage law to prevent this dispatch , He introduced himself to the damsel, : •he smiled upon his suit, a minister j was called in, and they were married ! The wager, of no inconsiderable i amount, was handed over to the bride groom, who left with his bride the fol lowing day. It was shortly afterward discovered that the couple had long been man and wife, and that they had been traveling about playing the same trick at various hotels. By A. H. C. MITCHELL. Copyright, 1913, by International News Service. TODAY’S 1NSTALLM ENT. At the same time the newspaper photographers unlimbered their bat teries and began bombarding every thing in sight. The reporters took possession of the players’ bench and passed intimate remarks with their friends in uniform. The train ing season of the Atlanta club w r as on and Manager Smith, in full charge was right in his element. Next In importance, Judging by his own per sonal estimate to himself, was Whis key, the colored man-of-all-work. Kd Gillespie, the groundkeeper, had the field in fine shape, despite/ Ihe severe rains of the preceding week, which had nearly driven him [ to drink. Then minutes of tossing the ball f sufficed. t Batting; Practice. "Batting practice!” suddenly yelled Bill Smith. "Dunn, put on your shin guards. Brady, go into the box and toss up a few. I’ll just take first crack at that ball myself. Gee. boys, it feeis good to get a bat in my hands again." To Ihe player all the joys of base ball are confined to batting and pay days, and it Is believed that many a ball player would waive his salary if h© could make a base hit whenever he wanted to. Every player would bat for 1.000 If he could have his way and pitchers would be driven out of the profession. Smith took his place at the plate, a dozen negro boys spread them selves in he outfield to shack the balls; Brady went to the mound and threw up a straight ball. Smith pasted It to left and ran gleefully to first. "A hit!" he shouted. "I’ll lead the Pinch Hit League this year.” One by one the players took their turn at bat. Most of them hadn't ban a club in their hands for six months. Many of them swung wildly at the ball. Their eyes had not yet become accustomed to the novelty of the situ ation. Gordon Kelly, being the "kid” of the party, was the last man to face 'he pitcher. He assumed the same pose that filled Bill Smith with aston ishment the day they first met. Whisk y crept up to the players’ bench and stood grinning behind the reporters. "Here’s Billy’s phenom,” remarked Percy Whiting, the dean of the re- portorial corps. "Watch him miss the ball a mile." "He looks like business, anyhow,” observed Murphy, a confrere. Behind the plate Dunn spat in the big mitt and pounded it down with his right fist. "Look who’s here," he cried to Brady in the box. "Whatyer got, kid, something new," demanded Brady, with a grin. "The only way I know,” replied Kelly, smiling. "If I’m wrong you fellows will have to teach me some thing <1 if”— A Great Hit. His remarks were cut short. The ball was sailing up to the plate. Kelly stepped forward and with a tremen dous swing met the sphere fairly and squarely with his bat. There was a crashing sound and the ball, describ ing a huge arc in the air, cleared the bull by thirty feet and fell to earth far beyond that rampant figure. An ear-splitting yell, such hs e.m only be. emitted by a negro under the pressure of pleasureable exclterrjent, issued from the throat of Whiskey, nearly bursting the ear drums of the three reporters seated on the bench. "Some hitter, gem’men, some hit ler. Wow!" shouted the colored at tendant. The instant he hit the ball, Kelly dropped his bat and circled around the bases with the speed of a Mott Haven sprinter. Percy Whiting jumped to his feet. "Hey, Hypo!" he shouted to his camera man, "come here." And when that Individual rushed up he whls- ptred hoarsely: "Snap that fellow in tweny differ ent poses—standing up, lying down, roll over, Hay please, play dead and everything on the calendar; catching the ball, running the bases and at bat—especially at bat. Hustle now and we'll spring a good one In the late editions of The Georgian this after noon." "Do you hit all the ptlchers like that kid?" laughed Brady, as Kelly raced over the plate. "i don't know,” replied Kelly, pleas ed at the question. "You seo 1 never faced a good pitcher in my life. What 1 mean by that Mr. Brqdy," he added hastily, running out to the box In fear his answer had been miscon strued, "is that I never played a game of ball In my life and what T will be able tp do with your pitching when you get in condition and cut loose is something 1 know nothing about. I’m ^afraid I will fall down hard. You see all you did was to toss up a slow straight one that time.” "That's al right, kid," said Brady. "No one ever made such a long hit off me before, and If you can meet the fust one and the curves the way you did that one they will go just as far—further If you pickle a curve ball. Stick around, kid, stick around." Kelly thanked him for his encuor- aging words and walked away. • How fast can you run, Gordon?" asked Bill Smith. "I have done a hundred in nine an 1 four-fifths,” replied the recruit, with a laugh, "but I'm afraid the recortf TOO MANY KIDS Ifcuttetf. Get the Orig ;a and Genuine HORUCK’S TLTED MILK ■“5 <S= iv'e# r. ; :od- r nk ter All £grs. For Infants, Invalids ard Growing Chil* rcr Pure Nutrition* upbuilding the whole b . v Invigorates the nursing <-r . nd the aged. Rich milk, maltad u c'r Ion'A prepared In a minute. :k r no substitute. Ash for HORUCK’S | \ y Milk Trust HEY told old Watkins, the show man, that there was no use giv ing his show in Kornshucks. There were too many kids there. Old Watkins was in the free show bus iness. and others in the same business had said to him: "The kids crowd in ahead of the old folks and monopolize the show. They absorb all the humor ous offerings, and actually interrupt the doctor just at the important point when he unloads his wares, including cures for toothache, rheumatism, and colds and complexion beautltiers, at 60 cents a whack." These kids, as far back as tradition goes, had spoiled everything in Korn- shucks. They had Interrupted sermons and lawn fetesand comic operas, and once when there was a sham battle the shooting could not be heard for them. But in spite of all he was told about ihose kids, old Watkins went on put ting up Ins tent for his medicine show. He merely listened politely to the people, who wagged their heads and warned him of failure. By the time his tent was up the kids filled the entire land scape hack to the horizon But he went ahead. About fifteen minutes before the time 2 sh w w. % supposed to start some thing occurred on another vacant lot a little distance off. A man built a bon fire Then he produced an explosion. H was iv» little explosion, but a regular it ;ii i July affair. Then came more cxplociu. s! Along about the third of the sertes the vacant lot where this was going on began accumulating kids. They came at the rate of 1,000 per hang from that time on. By the sixth hang all the kids in town were there, and only the old folks were left for the free show’. Old Watkins said: "You need not fol low the kids to see what is going on there, my friends. There is nothing there but a bonfire and an ear-splitting racket. But it will keep the kids occu pied and happy, and we can now pro ceed to have a show in peace " "Hooray!" applauded the grown peo ple. "Go ahead! Isn’t it delightful?" The performance proceeded. The mothers laughed and the fathers laughed. Why shouldn't they? There was no one stamping on their toes and pulling their arms off. There was no fighting and scuffing and crowding— nothing disagreeable at all. Only the refreshing jokes of the medicine man. made up as a negro or a Dutchman or some other inhabitant of the realm of mirth! Tt was great! They laughed and en joyed themselves and listened with breathless alarm to the dreadful things that might happen to them if they did not avail themselves of the providential I chance to buy medicines that would heal all known diseases. The show was over q,nd all the money j to he had was acquired hv old Wat- j kins, the free show medicine man, bo- | fore the explosions and the bonfire died uown and released the kids. won’t stand. You see I timed my self." "You timed yourself?" queried the manager in surprise. "Yes. sir." Bill Smith looked at his "phenom ' long and earnestly. He said at last, "Gan that stuff, boy; can that stuff. If you don’t, you’ll drive me bug- house.” CHAPTER XI. I T is to be presumed a ball player would look foolish if, just as a game was about to start, he step ped to the home plate, faced the as sembled throng, removed his cap and sang the following from the prologue to "Pagliacci:" "E voi. pruttosto che le onstre povere gabbane (V istrioni, le nostr' (mime considerate, poiche noi siam unmini di came e d' ossa, c ehe di guest' orfann mondo all pari di voi spiriamo V aereV* He would doubtless appear equally foolish if he sang the same words in English: "Ah, think then, sweet people. When j/e look upon us, clad in our motley and tinsel Ours are human hearts, beating with passion, Wr are but men like you, fen' gladness or sorrow. 'Tis the same broad Heaven above us, The same wide lonely world before us!" There might be some scattering ap plause. but a vast majority of the unfeeling crowd would yell: "Cut it out!” Fine Men Among Players. Yet ball players are men. They are human beings, a fact often lost sight of by those who pay to see them per form. Frequently they are jeered and hooted and insulted by men of a low order of intelligence in the crowds; men who would not dare to say the same things to the players, if they met them face to face on the street. There are those who say the life of a ball player is degrading; that baseball is a trivial profession. Yet the Governor of F’ennsylvania was a professional ball player. So was "Billy” Sunday, the revivalist. So w’as A. G. Spalding, millionaire and near-Senator from California. So was Edward Hanlon, one of Baltimore’s most successful real estate operators. So was Ted Lewis, a professor at Amherst College. So were hundreds of men who are now successful in other w’alks of life. Things happen in baseball which never reach the ears of the public. There are tragedies and sorrows, joys and happiness in the national game that the outside world wots not of. All of which in this roundabout way leads up to the introduction to the reader of Thomas P. Morrissey, fa miliarly known by the sobriquet of "Long Tom.” For fifteen years Long Tom caught behind the bat in the big leagues. In his prime he was reck oned among the best men that ever ■wore a mask. One year he caught 14S games, handling the delivery of all kinds of pitchers—those that were as wild as hawks and those that had fine control; the ones that had ’everything" and the ones that had nothing but a prayer; the curve balls and the treacherous "spitballs." But Long Tom had seen his best days and he was now dow’n in the minor All of which, in the roundabout way, leads up to the introduction to the leagues, with only a brief baseball life before him. His fingers w’ere gnarled and distorted. His right arm was no longer the terror of base- stealers. His legs had gone back on him. Bill Smith, manager of the Atlanta club, had taken a chance and signed Long Tom to a contract. He wanted him principally to coach the younf pitchers on his staff and he had an idea that the hot Southern climate might boil the old fellow out and put him into something like his real form. Long Tom was not old except in a baseball sense. He had just turned thirty-five, but in baseball youth must be served. Made Him Jealous. Long Tom reported for practice the first day. He arrived in the club house just as the others began their practice on the field. He slowly un- • dressed and put on a uniform, and. picking up his mitt, mask, chest pro- , tector and shin guards, walked ' through the runway that led to the ' field. He came on the scene at the j very moment Gordon Kelly was standing at the plate w’aiting for Brady to pitch to him, and when Kelly made that tremendous drive he ! stood stock still and w’atched the ball i In its flight far into right field Then j he turned his eyes on the young man | and followed the tall, powerful, lithe- j limbed figure as it sped around the bases. Something in the sight of the youth filled the veteran with rage and Jealousy. "That's the kind that is putting us veterans out of the business," he muttered. He sauntered up to the group that stood around the home plate and was cordially greeted by those who knew him of old. He was then made ac quainted with the young players, who, of course,while they knew him by reputation, had never met him on the ball field. Included in the lat ter whs Gordon Kelly, who shook Long Tom's warped hand and gave the customary greeting. Morrissey eyed the other critically and re marked: % "You're the fence buster of the Southern League, I take it.” "Nothing like that,” laughed Kelly, "but I'd like to be.” "1 guess you would, all right," re turned Long Tom. A Star Catch. It wasn’t what he said, but the half-sneering way he said it that caused Kelly to look up quickly. "You must be that correspondence school guy I read about in the paper. I see another paper calls you a ‘cotil lion leader.’ Well, that’s w’here you belong, J’m a-thinking.” Kelly flushed and a look of surprise came over his face at the sarcastic tone of Long Tom. But he merely answered "Maybe so" and walked away. There were some unpleasant things connected with baseball, he thought. He could not understand why Morrissey should go out of his way to belittle him. Long Tom’s re marks w r ere entirely uncalled for. There was no occasion for them. He finally came to the conclusion that Morrissey was of a crabbed and morose di ^position. Yet he recalled having read columns and columns in the newspapers about this veteran catcher and there had been no word that would lead one to think he was other than normal in his disposition. As a matter of fact, Tom Morris sey's disposition was naturally peace ful. He, like most ball players, had had his clubhouse scraps, but they had not been of his own seeking. They had seemed to come naturally. He had the reputation of being as game a man as ever went behind the bat. and by hard work and strict at tention to business he had carried the respect of his fellow players. But his relegation to the minor leagues had seemed to work a change in him. The truth had come home to him that his baseball days were number ed. The realization of this fact came to him on this fine day in March when he saw in Gordon Kelly the perfect picture of youth. Tt had sud denly made him angry with himself, and, contrary to his nature, he had proceeded to vent his spleen on Kelly. When Gordon Kelly walked away from him, Long Tom continued to keep his eyes on the young man. and he watched his every movement. At last he w r as interrupted by Bill Smith, who yelled: "A little infield practice now. boys. I'll bat the grounders. The rest of you go in the outfield. Tom, get a bat and knock up some fungoes." Bailey, Nixon and Long journeyed to the outfield and Kelly went with them. Morrissey selected a lightweight fungo hat and began sending up easy flies. He served Bailey. Nixon and Long in turn and then shouted, "Here, v’are. kid.” At the same time he put all the force he could command be hind his bat and drove the ball high in the air and labeled to land far over the head of Gordon Kelly. With the crack of the bat, however, Kelly had turned suddenly and raced with all his marvelous speed toward the center field. After covering more than a hundred feet he stopped and turned again, fating the grandstand and an instant later the ball settled In his uplifted hands. He had timed the hit to a hair. When Long Tom had signified his intention of sending up a fly ball in Kelly’s direction. Bill Smith suspend ed his work to watch the result "If he gets under that one, he’s a wonder.” murmured the manager Since the newspapers had spoken so facetiously about his "world-beater" he had become harassed by the thought that he had made a mistake in saying anything about the young ster until he had demonstrated his ability In a more substantial man ner. There was little or nothing at stake financially and that end of it did not trouble Smith at all. But no manager of a ball club cares to have anything "put over" on him, so that he becomes the butt of the baseball public. When, therefore, Kelly made a really wonderful catch, the worried look faded from Bill Smith’s face, he sighed deeply and his somewhat fu nereal smile shone like a candle I through a hollow’ squash. "Is that your correspondence school j ball player, Billy?" asked Long Tom Morrissey., "That’s him. What do you think of him?” replied Smith. To Be Continued To-morrow. FREE, NEXT SUNDAY. 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