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By WILLIAM F KIRK.
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1 our house 11
has lost gi-H
te other tlitfi wich
id ua ted from Went
Point. He was a
nice
yung matt. He
was as stratc as a
arrot
a A- his clothes
fit hint fine. He
is a
friend of Ma s
unkel, wich also
went
to West Point
& was shot In Ih
e bac
k .veers ago in
a Injun campaign.
Ma
never likes to
talk much about
her
unkel. beekauH
Hi4M6ED IT- I KlN
See vwdr'f
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WELL Tor PHV
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it
all the time wanting to know
was that he got shot In the
had
The nairn of the yung man was Gal
braith Denton Ills Haim was like the
raims of the army osslfers In plays Ac
stories A- he was vary handsum. The
only thing J didn’t like about him waa
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 havent the faintest idee ware they
will send me, he toald l’a & Ma. My
only wish is to be sent to some post
ware thare is plenty of action Ar danger
Danger is my middel nalm, he sed.
The direst peril in the world is like
that much custard pie to me I think
1 grow taller A.- 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,
twit he saw Ma grinning at him & he
sed Well, to tell you the truth, I am
not so full of fire Ar 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 u smile,
or fare the charge of a en-raged bull
without batting a eye. but my advanced
veers have sobered me down a bit &
made me think of other A greater things
than flteing
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 feerless with the added veers.
In fack.l beeleeve that w'hen I am a
old man I will he eeven moar dauntless
than 1 am now. At wen the grim reaper
rums he will find me in the hour of
Deth as I ever was In life, unafraid.
That is a fine way to he. salt! Pa.
You will find, sed Pa. wen you go to
the front, many things In acktual war
fare to try yure outrage 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 A- faced dangers that wud
have killed any ordinary man or made
him crazy. I wonder now At then, sed
Pa. that that terribul war dklent ma1k
me reely Insane. Dont you. wdfe?
Oh, I suppoas so. sod Ma Sumtlmes
1 think you are a 1 It tel dippy at that.
Mr Gives Him Away.
Pa got kind of red in the face, hut
he kept on talking My boy, he sed
to Mister Den tion, wen you have gone
thru a baptism of fire such us me At
my braiv comrades went thru at Mis-
shunary Ridge or In the battel of the
Wilderness, or at Shiloh or Chancel-
lorsville. Pa sed. y.pu will show them
l ow reely braiv you are One night 1
was surrounded by a whole company
of cavalry I‘a sed l newer lost my
superb nerve. Taking advantage of a
blue mist that hung oavty a gray land
scape. I mingled freely with the enemy
A; thus made my escape
1 suppoas yure face was blue with
feer. sed Ma.
Mr Dent ion beeleeved Pa ’until Ma
sed: Lfsaen. Galbraith; this deer hus
band of mine was never in war ex
cept with me
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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 great
many little things, but the father
made no comment. One day an order
came In from a regular customer.
“I wish to goodness," exclaimed 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—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
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lowing day It was shortly afterward
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* 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 Hilly Smith’s
Trackers 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 ear 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 ani tells him he has never
played a game of hall 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 lands.
Her companion if- Forrust Tain, 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 Gain 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
u oods Kell \ t brashes l Jain MU
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, 1U13, 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 tight In his element. Next in
importance, judging by his own per
sonal estimate to himself, was Whis
key. the colored tnan-of-all-work.
Bd Gillespie, the groundkoeper,
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
sufflc ed.
Batting Practice.
"Hatting 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
ball player would waive his salary
If he 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 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
'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 the
reporters.
"Here’s Billy’s phenom," remarked
Percy Whiting, the dean of the re-
portorial corps. "Watch him miss
the hall 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 1 know,” replied
Kelly, smiling. "If I’m wrong you
fellows will have to teach me some
thing dif”—
A Great Hit.
Ilis 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 cm
only be emitted by a negro under the
pressure of pleasureable excitement,
Issued from the throat of Whiskey,
nearl> bursting the ear drums of the
three reporters seated on the bench.
"Some hitter, gem’rnen, some hit
ter; Wow!” shouted the colored at
tendant.
The instant he hit the ball. Kelly
dropped ills 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 artel
everything on the calendar; catching
. the ball, running the bases and at
»bat—especially at bat. Hustle now
l 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 rrever
faced a good pitcher in my life. What
l 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 1 know nothing about. I’m
afraid 1 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 fast one and the curves the way
you did that one they will go just as
far—further tf you pickle a curve
ball. Stick around, kid, stick
around."
Kelly thanked hint 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 the recruit, with
a laugh, "but I’m afraid the record
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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
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These kids, as fat back as tradition
goes. Hail spoiled everything in Korn-
| shucks They had interrupted sermons
j and lawn fetesand comic operas, and
| one** when there was a sham battle the
| shooting could not l>e heard for them.
But in spite of all he was told about
those kills, old Watkins went on put-
dug up lib; 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 tilled the entire land
scape back to the horizon Rut he went
ahead.
About fifteen minutes before the time
i hj» show w. % 1 pposed to stact some
thing occurred < n another vacant lot a
little distance off \ man built a bon
fire. Then he produced an explosion.
/Vo£ in Any Milk Trust
p exp.
affu.
i nen came more
cx piuoiuns.
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 hang 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 « 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 the\ ? There
was in* one stamping on their toes and
pulling their arms off. There was no
fighting and scuffing and crowding
nothing disagreeable at all. Onl> 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
j chance to buy medicines that would heal
all known diseases
The show was over ajul all the money
j to be had «;n acquired by old Wat-
j bins, the free show medicine man be*
J tore the explosions and the bonfire died
uoau and released the kids.
won’t stand. You see 1 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,
"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 "Pagliacci:"
U E voi, pruttoBto che fe onitre
povere gab bane d' istrioni, te
nant r* anime eonsideratc, prAchc
noi Siam uomini di came e (P
ossa, e ehe di guest' orfano mondo
all pari di voi spiriamo V acre!"
He would doubtless appear equally
foolish if he sang the same words in
English:
"Ah. think then, street people.
When pc look upon us, clad in our
mot Up ami tinsel
Ours arc human hearts, beating with
passion.
Ur arc but men like you, for gladness
or sorrow.
’Tin the same broad Heaven above as.
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.
Y’et 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
m*‘t 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. Bo 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 Tod 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.
AH 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 ('aught
148 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 h£ 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 j
jelub, hatj taken a chance and signed
. Long Tom to a contract. He wanted
I him principally to coach the younf
pitchers on his start* 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 I
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 tip his mitt. mask, chest pro
tector and shin guards. walker
through the runway that led to tin
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 1
in its flight far into right field. Then |
he turned fills eyes on the young man ,
j and followed the tall, powerful, lithe-
| limbed, figure as it sped around the
| bases. Something in the sight of
! the youth filled the veteran w ith rage j
1 and Jealousy.
; ' That's the kind that is putting us :
veterans out of the business." he 1
muttered.
He sauntered up to the group that j
stood around the home plate and was j
j cordially greeted by those who knew i
him of old. He was then made ac
quainted with the young players,
who, of course,while they know 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 r
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
oatne over his face .-it the sarcastic
tone cf 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 worfl
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 n<*t 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 March
when he saw in Gordon Kelly the
perfect picture of youth. It had sud
denly made him angry with himself,
and. c< ntrary 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 arc. kid." At the same time lie 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 hand*. 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. Hill 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 ami 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
ht 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 somew hat fu- !
nereal smile shone like a candTe
through a hollow squash.
"Is that your correspondence school
ball player, Billy?” asked Long Torn
Morrissey. •
"That's him. What do you think j
of him?” replied Smith.
To Be Continued To-morrow,
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undigested meat particles and removes
the via nger of fermentation. The blood
is purified through the rehew'ed activ
ity of the liver.
JACOBS LIVER SALT does not
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Don't take an inferior substitute;
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postage free. Made ard guaranteed by
Jacobs’ Pharmacy Company, Atlanta.
Ga.
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Of course, you know that home-made ice creams, sherbets or ices are
superior from every viewpoint. They are always sweet, pure and
wholesome; there is a flavor and genuine goodness about them that is
not found in the general run of factory products. Besides that, when
you make your own preparations you know that the ingredients are
always pure, and that the can is clean and sanitary. The main reason
why icecream is made in but comparatively few homes, is the work and
bother connected with the old- '•
fashioned crank freezer. That
is one reason why t he arrival of
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will be hailed with delight by
every one who is fond of ice
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creams, sherbets and ’ces that
will make your mouth water.
That is one reason, but there
are many others.
DON’T YOU KNOW that the enjoyment of a dish largely depends
upon the manner in which it is served? Could you imagine a daintier
and more appetizing manner of serving ice creams than provided for
bv the "Ice-Kist?”
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