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THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest
Every Lover of the National Game
By WILLIAM F KIRK
T HARES was a yung man cairn to
our house the other nlte wich
has Jest graduated from West
Toint He was a nice yung man. He
was as etrate as a arrow & his clothes
fit him fine He is a friend of Ma’u
unkel. wich also went to West Point
A was shot In the back .veers ago in
a Injun campaign. Ma never likes to
talk much about her unkel. beekaus
Pa is all the time wanting to know
how It was that he got shot in the
back
The naim of the yung man was Gal
braith Denton. His naim was like the
naims of the army oaaifers in plays Ac
stories & he was 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 sav;
that bragged. Moast of them knows
better wen they git thru school.
1 havent the faintest idee ware they
will send me. he toald Pa & Ma. My
only wish is to be sent to some post
ware thare Is plenty of action & danger.
Hanger is my middel naim. he sed.
The direst peril in the world is like
that much custard pie to me. 1 think
I grow taller & broader on a diet of
danger, be sed. Poant you feel that
way? he asked Pa.
Pa Is Modest.
1 think Pa was going to say Yes.
but he saw Ma grinning at him A he.
sed Well, to tell you the truth. 1 am
not so full of Are & recklessness as
I was wen 1 was a yung man. In
those days. Pa sed. T cud put my hand
in a mad dog s mouth with a smile,
or face the charge of a en-raged hull
without batting a eye. but my advanced
.veers have sobered me down a bit &
made me think of other Sr greater things
than flteing.
Well, sed the yung man. Mister Den-
tlon. it is this way with me, he sed
to Pa. I do not imagine that I shal
/grow less feerless with the added years.
In fack.I beeleeve that when I am a
old man I will be eeven inoar dauntless
than 1 am now. & wen the grim reaper
cums he will And me In the hour of
Path as 1 ever was in life, unafraid.
That is a fine way to be, said Pa.
You will find, sed Pa. wen you go to
the front, many things in acktual war
fare to try yure currage sorely In the
dark days of the Civil War. Pa sed,
the days that I dred to recall to any
grate extent eeven now. T went thru
hardships & faced dangers that wud
have killed any ordinary man or made
him crazy. 1 wonder now Ar then, sed
Pa. that that terrlbul war dident malic
me reely insane. Pont you, wife?
Oh. I suppoas so. sed Ma Sumtimes
1 think you are a llttel dippy at that.
Ma Gives Him Away.
Pa got kind of red in the face, but
he kept on talking My boy. be sed
to Mister Dention. wen you have t*c-ne
thru a baptism of fire such as me Sr
my braiv comrades went thru at Mis-
shunary Ridge or in the battel of the
Wilderness. f*r at Shiloh or Chancel-
lorsville. Pa sed. xpu will show them
how reely braiv you are One night I
was surrounded by e whole oomj>any
of cavalry. Pa sed I newer lost my
superb nerve. Taking advantage of a
blue mist that hung oavq; a gray land
scape, l mingled freely with The enemy
A■ thus made my escape
I suppoas yure face was blue with
feer. sed Ma.
Mr. Dention beeleeved Pa until Ma
sed: Lissen. Galbraith; this fleer hus
band of mine was never in war ex
cept with me
Far More Important.
The old man had given his son a
very fair education, and had taken
him into his shop. The young fellow
was over-particular about a grant
many little things, hut the father
made no comment. One day an order
came in from a regular customer.
“I wish to goodness.” exclaimed the
won. “that Jones would learn to spell "
"What’s the matter now?" inquired
the father cheerfully.
Why. he spells coffee with a k.’ ”
No—does he? I never noticed It."
"Of course you never did," said the
son. pettishly. "You never notice
anything like that.”
“Perhaps not. my son," replied the
old man; "but there is one thing I do
notP e. which you will learn by and
by. and that is that Jones pays cash."
SYNOPSIS.
Gordon Kelly, a young North Geor
gia mountaineer, comes to Atlanta
to gci a place with Billy Smith's
• Tuckers. 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
girl The driver of the car is an ar
rogant fellow. The girl makes him
stop ihe 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 telle him he has never
played a game of ball. Smith con
sents to flfve Kelly a trial. The girl
in the auto is Mildred Deary, daugh
ter of Galen Peery, a crafty and
wealthy speculator in timber lands.
Her companion is Forrest Cain, a
rich young man about town. Kelly
owns timber land that Peery would
like to possess Kelly ix invited to
the Peery 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
Kelli
Now go on with t^e story.
"That’s al right, kid," said Brady.
"No one ever made such a long hit
off me before, and if you can meet
the fast 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-
aglng 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 tlie recruit, with
a laugh, "hut I’m afraid the record
won't stand. You see I timed my
self.”
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
148 games, handling the-delivery gf
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 wa« now down in the minor
By A H. C. MITCHELL.
Copyright. 1913. by International News
Hervice
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
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 ami
passed Intimate remarks with
their friends in uniform. The train
ing season of the Atlanta club was
on and Manager Smith, in full c harge
was right In his element. Next In
importance, judging by his own per
sonal estimate to himself, was Whis
key, {he colored man-of-all-work.
Ed ' Gillespie, the groundkeeper.
had the field In fine shape, despite
the severe rains of the preceding
week, which had nearly driven him
to drink.
Then minutes of tossing the ball
suffic ed.
ffri
■ 4 '■ I*
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 feels good to get a bat in my hands
again."
To the player all the joys of base
ball are confined to batting and pay
days. and it is believed that many a
bull player would waive his salary
If he could make a base hit whenever
ire 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 bo Ms 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. ‘Til lead the
Pinch Hit League this year."
One by one the players took their
turn at bat. Most of them hadn’t had
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
the pitcher. He assumed the same
pose that filled Bill Smith with aston
ishment the day they first met.
Whiskey 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-
portorlal 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 tight 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 1 know,” replied
Kelly, smiling. "If I’m wrong you
fellows will have to teach me some
thing dif"—
A Great Hit.
His remarks were rut 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 an’ In the air, cleared the
* *
The pitcher grinned at Kelly
as he took his stand at the plate.
bull by thirty feet and fell to earth
far beyond that rampant figure.
An ear-splitting yell, such as can
only be emitted by a negro under the
pressure of pleasureable excitement,
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
ter. Wow!” shouted the colored at
tendant.
The instant lie lilt the ball. Kelly
dropped Ills bat and circled around
the bases with the speed of a Mott
Haven splinter. Percy Whiting
Jumped to his feet.
"Hey, Hypo!” he shouted to his
camera man, "come here." And when
that Individual rushed up he whis
pered hoarsely:
"Snap that fellow in tweny differ
ent poses—standing up. lying down,
roll over, say 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."
“Can That Stuff.’’
"Do you hit all the ptichers like
that kid?” laughed Brady, as Kelly
raced over the plate.
"I don't know/’ replied Kelly, pleas
ed at the question. "You see I never
faced a good pitcher in my life. What
I mean by that Mr. Brady," 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 I will be
able to do with your pitching when
you get in condition and cut loose is
something I know nothing abo # ut. I’m
afraid 1 will fall down hard. You
see all you did was to toss up a slow-
straight one that time."
"You timed yourself 7 " 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 he presumed a ball player
would look foolish if. just as a
ejame w r as about to start, he step,
ped to the home plate, fared the as
sembled throng, removed his rap and
sang the following from the prologue
to "Pagliacci:"
"K voi, pruttoato ehe Ic imatre
porrrr gabbane d’ iatrinni, le
nostr’ anime considerate, poiche
nni aiam unmini di rarne e d'
naan, e chr di priest' nrfnnn rnondo
nil pari di voi apirinmn l’ acre!”
He would doubtless appear equally
foolish if he sang the same words In
English:
“Ah, think then, sweet people.
When ye look upon ns. clad in our
motley and tinsel
Ours Hire human hearts, heating with
passion,
We arc but men like you. for gladness
ar sorrote. •
'Tis the same broad Heaven above us,
The same wide lonely world before
us.'”
There might he 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 Pennsylvania was a
professional ball player. So was
"Billy" Sunday, the revivalist. So
was 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 walks 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.
DRESSING FOR LUNCH
M RS. DRIVER (Who has been con
versing over the telephone on
general topics for fifteen min
ifies) “Now. my dear. I'll tell you what
1 called you up for. You know 1 told
>ou about Mrs. Crittenden, the woman
I met last summer at Aunt Sarah’s. One
of those women, don’t you know, that
just seem to take everyone by storm.
And she has simply loads of money
But then, she’s one of those people that
take it so naturally, don’t you know?
•lust like a queen in disguise, or some
thing And clothes! My dear, she has
the most wonderful clothes you ever
saw
“Oh. yes; ! didn’t tell you. did I?
She’s coming to visit Mrs. Catlin. You
know Mrs. Catlin. of course. Oh. you
don’t* Well, isn't that funny? She's
really quite a person I though! of
course you knew her
"Well, to go back to Mrs. Critten
den I simply must entertain her while
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she's here, don’t you know? Aunt Sa
rah would think 1 ought to 1 met her
so inan> times when I was there last
summer. No; she didn’t really give
anything especially for me. hut she had
a tea while I was there and A tint Sarah
and 1 were invited
On Dinners.
"A luncheon Luncheons can be made
so much more distinguished, don't you
think. than afternoon affairs 1 ' Of
course, a dinner. But then it's such an
awful proposition about men for a din
ner 1 know my husband has to be
simply badgered into his evening
clothes, and 1 wouldn’t undertake to
And even half a dozen presentable men
for a real dinner party. Women are so
much more presentable, don’t you think"
And then I can entertain practically
twice as many by having a luncheon. I
can get eight women who make a really
good appearance, and some of their
husbands' Well, my dear, you know
how men are
"Oh. yes. I wanted to know if you'd
lend me your salad plates Those little
l>eauties that your cousin Harriet
brought you from New York. 1 thought
they would add such an air to the table.
If you could just have seen the wonder
ful things Mrs. Crittenden had on the
table at her tea 1 My dear, it was like
an exhibition of beautiful china and sil
ver. And that reminds me—could you
loan me your best knives and forks?
Of course. 1 have plenty of knives and
forks myself, but I want to have things
look distinguished, you know Oh. will
you lend me the spoons, too? You're a
darling
"Oh. the guests’.’ Well, T thought I'd
have Mrs Wrollman. I’ve always
wanted to have her here, but somehow*
1 never had anything that 1 felt was
quite up to her. don’t you know? She's
so stunning Then I'm going to ask
Mrs Trenton. You know her, don’t
you? Oh, you don’t? 1 thought, of
course, you did. She’s, one of the most
distinguished people 1 know That
makes five, doesn’t It, counting Mrs.
Crittenden and Mrs. Catlin and me?
Well, then, I must ask Mrs Prentice
and her daughter They'll come in their
new car.
"Oh, before I forget it. I want to ask
if you could possibly let me have your
little maid for the day. You know 1
want to have someone in the dressing
room. If you could have seen the serv
ants Mrs. Crittenden had at her tea!
The place was simply swarming with
them. Well, if you could let Mary come
over that day it would be such an ac
commodation
"Oh. the eighth guest? Well. I haven’t
quite made up my mind about that. 1
thought maybe I'd ask Ms, Porter, be
cause she'd come in her new car. and
It’s such a beauty; but she’s rather so
cialistic in her tendencies and goes al
most everywhere You know. 1 want
this to be a really exclusive affair.
' "What wus that you said about Mary '.’
You don’t think you could let her come?
Oh. that quite upsets my plans. I'm so
disa ppointed
“How do you think Miss Purcell would
do for the eighth? She is such an inter
esting talker, and 1 must confess that
Mrs Crittenden isn't very entertaining
She's rather apt to just sit and take
people in
Not Swell Enough.
"Oh, did you say your knives and
forks are in the vault? Don't you think
you could get them out? I don't know
what I'll do if I can't have them.
"Do you know. I've just befcn wonder
ing if 1 might venture to ask you to
come? I just couldn't make up my mind
to do it. because 1 know how much more
interested you ate in your philanthropic
work than you are in social affairs. 1
aristocratically represented
by
your
spoons? Oh. say
dear, you
know I’d
rather have you!”
"Hello! Hello!
Hello!
Oh.
dear.
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 were
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
very moment Gordon Kelly was
standing at the plate waiting for
Brady to pitch to him. and when
Kelly made that tremendous drive he
stood stock still and watched the ball
in its flight far into right field. Then
he turned his eyes on the young man
and followed the tall, powerful, lithe-
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 was 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.”
“I 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 pap#r calls you a ‘cotil
lion leader.’ Well, that's where you
belong, I’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 were entirely uncalled for.
There was no occasion for them. He
finally came to the conclusion that
Morrissey was of a crabbed and
morose disposition. Yet he recalled
having read columns and columns in
the newspapers about this veteran
catcher and th^re 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 earned
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 Tine* day in March
w-hen he saw in Gordon Kelly the
perfect picture of youth. It had sud
denly made him angry with himself,
and, contrary to /his nature, lie 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 was interrupted by Bill
Bmith. who yelled:
"A little infield practice how. 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 bat and began sending up easy
flies. He served Bailey. Nixon and
Long in turn and then shouted. "Here,
y’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, facing 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 tty 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
through a hollow squash.
Is that your correspondence school
ball player, Billy?" asked Long Torn
Morrissey,
"That’s him. What do you think
of him?" replied Smith.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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rp HEY told old Watkins, the show-
I 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 beautifiers, at 50 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
those kids, old Watkins went on put
ting up his 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 dp the kids filled the entire land-
scape^baok to the horizon. But he went
ahead.
About fifteen minutes before the time
the show wa% supposed to stat;t some
thing occurred on another vacant lot a
little distance off. A man built a bon
fire. Then he produced an explosion.
It was no little explosion, but a regular
Fourth of July affair. Then came more
explosions.
Along about the third of the series
the vacant lot where this was going on
began accumulating kids. They came
at the rate of 1,000 per bang from that
time on. By the sixth bang 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 arid
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!
It 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
chance to buy medicines that would heal
all known diseases.
The show was over and all the money
to be had was acquired by old Wat
kins, the free show medicine man. be
fore the explosions and the bonfire died
down and released the kids.
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felt as 1f It would be such an imposi
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and that you'd be bored to death by so
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A man recently in New York laid a
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The wager. of no inconsiderable
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