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I I 1 I t ♦ Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. T HARE was ii yung man cairn to our house the other nite wlch has jest graduated from West I’oint. He was a nice yung man. He was as strate as a arrow & his clothes fit him fine He is a friend of Ma s unkel, wich also went to West Point «&• was shot in the buck yecrs ago in a Injun campaign. Ma never likes to talk much about her unkel, heekaus Pa is all the time wanting to know how it was that he got shot in the back The nairn of the yung man was Gal- 4 braith Denton. His naim. was like the naims of the army ossifers in plays & stories & he was vary handsum. 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. Moast 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 wish is to be sent to some post ware thare is plenty of action & danger. Danger 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, he sed. Doant you feel that way? he asked Pa. Pa Is Modest. I think Pa was going to say Yes. but he saw Ma grinning at him & 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. I cud put my hand in a mad dog's mouth with a smile, or face the charge .of a en-raged bull w ithout batting a eye, but my advanced veers have sobered me down a bit & made me think of other & greater things than fiteing. Well, sed the yung man, Mister Den- tion. it i^ this way with me, he sed to Pa. I do not imagine that I shal grow' less feerless with the added yeers. Tn fack.f beeleeve that when I am a old man I will be eeven moar dauntless than 1 am now, & wen the grim reaper cums he 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 find, sed Pa. wen you go to the front, many things in aoktual 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, 1 went thru nardships * faced dangers that wud ; have killed any ordinary man or made him crazy. 1 wonder now' & then, sed Pa. that that terribul war dident maik me reelv insane. Dont you. wife? Oh, 1 suppoas so, sed Ma Sumtimes I think you are a littel dippy at that. Ma Gives Him Away. Pa got kind of red in the face, but ne kept on talking. My boy, he sed y t<** Mister Dention. wen you have gone thru a baptism of fire such as me & my braiv comrades went thru at Mis- shunary Ridge or in the battel of the Wilderness, or at Shiloh or Chancel- lorsville. Pa sed. ypu will show them how reely braiv you are. < >ne night 1 was surrounded by a W’hole company of cavalry Pa sed I newer lost my superb nerve, 'raking advantage of a blue mist that hung nave.’ a fray land scape. I mingled freely with the enemy & thus made my escape. I suppoas yure face was blue with leer, sed Ma. Mr. Dention beeleeved F’a until Ma sed: Lissen. Galbraith; this deer hus band of mine was never in war ex cept with me. C2 Polly and Her Pals Pa Grasped the General Idea •’opyrtfht, 1018, International New* Herv’ce, Bv Cliff Sterrett ■ ^ ■ H4M6ED II 1 Kin] See wdT'f 7hA Double wnu "The din6 BuStfd Out FiT l vy/ELt Tot? pnv SakeS, /4Sk Some Bony! it W/omT Th47S a s' CojCh! \ r — MEV CAP{ D‘VOU \XUo\HJ 4Uy"Tntw6 / 4bou'j /otto mobiles’ : 7 $URE!! Th/7T my I G6\ me A MORSE AU’ Bu66V gr . V\". VER GAS LiiJES A Bi r Clouded,,“The PM-fiMUM PoiMT^ of Vbup uibp^Toel ARE SET Too “TIGHT" AW’ THEVVE s' Burnt out 1 vbuR magneto is I WWEAK AMD VOUR BRUSHES (— J ARE ouT OF T/ME.. r -> O'THTjtyjtSE. IT SEeMS" S 5* Od<JJ WHAT DID] he (Ay, \ PA 2 1 HE yez. “THEY SEEM^ TBE SoME- -TtflfJ’ 'T'HE MATTER- VyyiTH IT! THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game SYNOPSIS. Gordon Kelly, a young North Geor gia mountaineer, comes to Atlanta to get a place with B'lly 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 machine. She gets out and inquires if Kelly is injured. She apologizes for her companion’s brusque manner. Kelly sees Mana ger Smith an l te’ls him he has never played a game of ball. Smith con sents to fiive Kelly a trial. The girl in the auto is Mildred Deery, daugh ter of Galen Deery. a crafty and wealthy speculator in timber lands. Her companion is Forrest Cain, a rich young man about town. Kelly owns timber land that Deery would like t6 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 ids 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. By A. H. C. MITCHELL. Copyright, 1913, by International News Service. 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 and passed intimate remarks with their friends in uniform. The train ing season of the Atlanta club was 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-vvork. Ed Gillespie, the groundkeeper. had the field in fine shape, despite the severe rains of the preceding week, which had nearly driven him to d rink. Then minutes of tossing the ball sufficed. Far More Important. The old man had given his son a ver\ fair education, and had taken him into his shop The young fellow was over-particular about a great many little things, hut the father made no comment. One day an order came in from a regular customer. ’’1 w ish to goodness.’’ ext'.aimed the .‘■on, “that Jones would learn to spell.” ‘‘What's the matter now ?’’ inquired the father cheerfully. "Why, he spells coffee with a k.’ " "No—dors he? 1 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 notice, which you will learn by and " md that is that Jones pays cash.” Batting Practice. Speedy Courtship. A man recently in New York laid a wager that he would woo. win, and marry within an hour a young lady whom, with his companions, he had just se^n arrive at the hotel where he was living There is nothing in the American marriage law to prevent this dispatch. Hr introduced himself to the damsel, she smiled upon his suit, a minister was called in. and they were married within an hour. The wager, of no inconsiderable 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. Jack London s new story, “The Scarlet Plague,” begins in the American Monthly Magazine given free with every copy of next Sunday's American. "Batting practice!” suddenly yelled Bill Smith. 'Dunn, put on your shin i guards. Brady, go into the box and toss up a few. I'll just take first t rack at that ball myself. Gee, boys, i 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 bail player would waive his salary if he could make a base hit w henever 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- I selves in he outfield to shack the I 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 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" *»f 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 Whiskey crept up to the players' bench and stood grinning behind tin 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 now, 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 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 as t in only be emitted by a negro under tno 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 he hit the ball, Kelly dropned 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 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 i 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 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 1 mean by that Mr. Brady,” he added hastily, running out to the b*»x in fear his answer had been miscon strued. "is that 1 never played a game of hall in my life and what I will be able to 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 slotv straight one that time." "That’s ai 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 tin* 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 enouor- 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, "hut I’m afraid the record You see I timed my- TOO MANY KIDS OdietectifetMetf. Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK'S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids and Growing Chil- iren Pure Nutrition, upbuilding the whole body Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged Rich milk, malted .grain. in powder form * A Quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no tubstitute. AsY for HORLICK'S Not in Any Milk 7 rust T HKY told old Watkins, the show man. that there was no use giv ing his show in Kornshueks. 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 beautiflers, 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 te.nt was up the kids filled the entire land scape back to the horizon. But he went ahead. About fifteen minutes before the time the show wi % supposed to stact some thing occurred «.n another vacant lot a little distance off. A man built a bon fire. Then lie 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 Mat kins 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 grow r n 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! 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 had was acquired b; old Wat kins. th* fre* show medicine man. be fore the explosions and the bonfire died down and released the kids. won't stand self.” "You timed yourself?’’ queried the manager, in surprise. "Yes. sir." Bill Smith looked at his ‘‘phenom ' long and earnestly. He said at last. ‘‘Can 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 “Pagliaeci:” "E roi. pruttosto che If onstre porere gabbane d' istrioni. If nostr’ (mime considerate, poichc not Siam unmini di came f d' ossa, f che di quest’ or/a wo month > nil pari di voi spiriamo /’ aere!" He would doubtless appear equally foolish if he sang the same words in English: “Ah. think then, street people. W hen pc look upon us, clad in our motlen and tinsel Ours are human hearts, beating with passion. TTc are but men like you. for gladness or sorrow. ’Tis the same broad Heaven a bore 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 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 w’ere hundreds of men who arc now successful in other walks of life. Things happen in baseball w'hieh 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 14k 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 down 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 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 younj 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. I picking up his mitt. mask, chest pro- I ttector and shin guards, walked • through the runway that led to th** j field. He came on the scene at the; very moment Gordon Kelly was | standing at tfoe plate w'aiting for Brady to pitch to him. and when Kelly made that tremendous drive h stood stock still and watched the ball in its flight far into right field. Then j he turned his eyes on the young man I and followed the tall, powerful, lithe- i limbed figure as it sped around the bases. Something in the sight of the youth filled the veteran with r-r and Jealousy. ‘That’s the kind t He t is puttin veterans out of the business,’ muttered. | He sauntered up to th'* 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, "hut 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 1 read about in the paper. 1 see another paper 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 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 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 fine day in Man’ll when he saw' in Gordon Kelly the perfect picture of youth. It 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 was 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 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 tiie center field. After covering more than a hundred feet he .‘lopped and turned again, faring the grandstand and an instant later the hall 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 ttie 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 wap 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 btitt 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 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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