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MAGAZINE 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 Shcted Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink tor All Ages. For Infants, Invalids and Growing Chil dren Pure Nutrition, upbuilding the whole body Invigorates the miralng mother and the aged Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. A quick lunch prepared in Take no substitute. minute, sk for HORLICK’S Not in Any Milk Trust 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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VY’hen all but this final chapter has been printed, The Georgian readers will he asked to submit to three competent Judges, noife of them connected with this newspaper, their version of what the grand denouement snould be. To the person who most closely approximates Mr. Mitch ell's final chapter $100 will be awarded. Other prizes, making the total prize list $250, also will be d'stribu'.ed. Here is the list of the awards: , No. 1 $100 No. 2 $50 No. 3 • ■ $25 No. 4 $15 Nos. 5 to 16. each 5 Read this ninth installment of the great mystery story and you will not need to be urged to read the succeeding chapters. The story will grip you. As you read, try to follow the author’s channel of thought and when the time comes for you to s»t down and write that final chapter, be ready to win one of the big cash prizes in The Georgian’s great offer. 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? 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