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! A Duty to Look
I Well
By Virginia T. Van De Water.
on. aged
put
i>f twine
soberly
p. WOMAN wan running a piece of
pink ribbon into a dainty under
* ^ waist. Her .small
•tfn>d watching her At
eut his thought —
“Mama, why do you
that thine?"
•'To draw it up on gqnuM«i‘
fiaaten it with," whh the smilini
,-lanation.
“Wouldn’t a plec<
well?'’ queried the la<
The mother paused a moment, con-
ealing the amusement she felt Then
*he spoke gravely and frankly.
"No, dear." she said, "twine might
fasten it, but it would not do as well,
for it is not as pretty as ribbon "
A Real Duty.
A man might have considered that re
ds evidence of a feminine lack of
igic. To the woman who thinks long
t held a truth that It ia well to
Ider. When, without sacrifice of
I rlnciple or duty, one can make of a
ractieal thing also a pretty thing, it
, h mistake—almost a wrong not to
< 0 it.
The small boy. as he grew older,
tamed to admire the dainty, delicate
ouches In his mother's apparel "My
mother always looks nice," he used to
ay when the matter of woman's ap-
earance was discussed.
I know one woman who seems
kink that she does find service in look-
ng as plain as possible. She Is scrupu
lously neat In appearance, but her med
al attitude reminds one of the small
imy’s question: "Wouldn't a piece of
wine do as well?" All the appoint
ments of her home are plain and suh-
tantial. bought like Mrs Primroses
wedding dress—with a thought of dura
bility rather than of beauty. She
corns fine china, and considers cut
■Class a useless folly of the rich. As to
mild silver, why Bhould one use It
when plated ware carries the foot! to
one’s mouth just as effectually?
Of course, she has a scorn of all
"modern notions." such as centerpieces,
lollies and "place-plates" "I’selest
nuisances," she says sententiously. I of
ten wonder how her children ar going to
regard the home of their childhood when
they go out Into the world and see the
dainty accessories of dress and furnish
ings which are unknown In their family
and household Fortunately this woman
is the exception, not the rule, of her
sex when she declares: "It Is a mark
of weakness to spend time on orna
mentation and convention."
Don’t Look Homely!
Were we all to adopt this principle
through life how many hard and ugly
corners there would be, corners that are
now rounded or hidden!
Tq look as homely a* one can Is no
more a virtue than to be as frankly dis
agreeable as one sometimes feels like
being Few of us can be handsome, but
we need not elect to be positively ugly
— If we can help It. In fact to mitigate
the bad points in our personal appear
ance and to emphasize the good ones Is
an actual duty.
Perhaps some one asks to whom one
owes this duty. The answer is plain,
one owes it to the world at large, but.
primarily, to one’s own family. Surely
it Is the business of both man and
Morgan to look, as well as he and she
can
It is not always convenient to fuss
over one’s personal appearance when
the mercury climbs up toward the hun
dred mark, but when one acquires the
habit of invariably looking as well as is
conformable with one’s other duties,
one will not be satisfied to wear a dark
<alico wrapper instead of a dainty jfhd
equally cool ’ negligee even for "home
people" only.
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By HAL COFFMAN
The Mistakes of Jennie .
Being a Senes of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girt in the Big City
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 Billy Smith’s
Crackers. It is raining when he
reaches Ponce DeLeon and he is
nearly run over by an auto, in which
are two persons--* 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 t te’ls him he has never
played a game of ball. Smith con
sents to flfve 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 to possess. Kelly is invited to
the Deery home, where he is intro
duced to Mildred Cain hears Mil
dred order an auto to take her guest
to his hotel. He takes the driver's
place and carries Kelly out Into the
woods. Kelly thrashes f’ain. Man
ager Smith tells the newspapers about
his new find and the reporters prim
all sorts of "Joshing" stories about
Kelly.
Now go on with the story.
Tom found Jennie a little crumpled heap on the sofa.
Chapter 6.
A S THE MAN held Jennie
tight in his arms. ki«»ing
her she at last realized his
intentions and could THEN see
clearly the meaning of the dinner
In the swell restaurant and the
auto ride into the country. Jen
nie fought and struck the man in
the face as hard as she could—
whereupon the former "so polite
and fatherly” MAN turned into
i he beast he was at heart—held
her tight against the wall chok
ing her. When he realized there
was nothing to be gained that
way he tried to treat the whole
thing as a joke. Jennie watched
her chance and did more THINK
ING in the next few seconds than
she has ever taken the TROUBLE
to do before. THE MAN told her
the proprietor of the place was a
friend of his and it would be of
no use for her to make a scene,
for she couldn’t leave the place
until he got good and ready for
her to leave. Then he offered
her fine dresses, diamonds, any
thing she wanted—so why not be
a “good fellow.”
THE MAN was between Jennie
and the door and she saw it was
useless to try and get otit that
way—the window opened out onto
a porch and before the man could
get around the table to catch her.
she was through it and running
up the road for her life. She
ran and ran, dodging off the road
into some woods. The branches
tore her face and dress but she
kept on till she could run no more.
She sat down on an old log and
listened but ould hear no one
following. There she sat in her
little torn dress shaking and cry
ing unti’ she realized it was get
ting dark. She wandered on
through the w >ods and came to a
farm house where she found an
old ladv who, after hearing her
story, loaned her enough money
for the railroad fare home.
Tom came over to her house
that e\<nir.g after wondering all
day where she could have gone
and found Jennie a little crumpled
heap on the front room sofa.
HAL COFFMAN.
(To Be Continued.)
:. THE FIVE FRANKFORTERS
A Romance of Great Wealth as Played by Money Kings
By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"Oh! indeed! Ho is well off?" went
on the stern inquisitor.
"He has some money. I suppose,”
said the ,girl dully. How long was
this to continue?
"How much, do you suppose^’
There was cutting sarcasm in the
tone. t
A little flicker of mischief lit Char
lotte’s eyes. Why. if this was a game
after all. she would play it high
spiritedl.N she would win. "As much
as YOU have i suppose!"
"You are sanguine, 1 think, Frau-
lein Charlotte. Is his family as much
respected as OURS?’’ Solomon ad
mired a WORTHY antagonist even
though that antagonist might be his
daughter!
All’s Well.”
Just as much." said demure Char
lotte. She dared now to raise her
eyes to look at Jacob whose face
was lit now by a smile of component
parts of amusement and eagerness.
"A Jew?"
" Y es.”
"Of course. 'Pell me. my child.
Tell me On this much 1 must in
sist" Charlotte hesitated in lovely
confusion. ‘Tell me my child, tell
your father."
Blushing, trembling radiant, and
yet frightened now that her moment
had come Charlotte laid her little
while, hands on her father’s strong
shoulders, and turned him gently to
ward the window where Jacob stood.
"There he is there."
But now Jacob’s hour had come—
love must have its way All in one
pulsing moment, he had crossed the
room, and Charlotte was caught in
hungry' arms. "Charlotte—my little
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"D-darling. cl-do you 1-love me?"
she gasped.
"Love you? 1 ’ said he. as he got a
tighter grip; "love you? Why, pre
cious one. madly as 1 hug you now,
the fervor of my affection almost
makes me long to be an octopus with
eight arms.’’
Hamlet had just been hit by a
cold storage egg. Whereupon he
turned gravely to his audience.
"How truly spoke the good Mar-
cellus.’’ quoth he. "Something is rot
ten In the State of Denmark!"
The Cleric - Just think, my dear
lady, one missionary to every 15,000
savages!
The Dear Lady -Dearie me! Well,
they must have very poor appetites or
very big
Charlotte. Come.” And Old Sol.
beaming joyously through the rose
irbor, was Love's only confidant, as
the boy and girl lied to the great out
doors—mother Nature—with their
precious joy.
Solomon laughed "Magnificent!
So I have worked and calculated and
spent my money—for my nephew!”
Frau Gudula lived again in one
brief moment her own love dream.
"And those two have made their
Lover’s Lane out of their Grannie’s
old Jew's Alley! Yes. It is magnifi
cent!"
From under the table the old Frau
drew a battered little low stool. She
smiled—but there was the pathos of
the very old—whose race is nearly
run in her gentle tone. “Come and
sit here. Solomon, my son. Sit here
as you used to in the dear long ago
when you were a child—and your dear
lather was with me—instead of rail
ing me from far away. What does
it matter, my son, if they are happy?
Not in your way, perhaps, but in hers
your little Charlotte is happy—our
little Jacob and Charlotte are happy.
Happy, my son. All our money could
not buy a better thing than that.
Cannot YOU be content?"
Solomon looked out beyond the op
en door—out on the rose-hung ter
race where young love had come at
last into Its own. Perhaps it was hie
mother’s gentle tones, perhaps it was
his daughter’s glorified face, perhaps
it was the memory of Charlotte’s
mother—the wife who had been his
only love—three generations of lov
ing women seeking the way to Solo
mon's heart, and Solomon's heart
knew youth and love again.
"Yes. mother—dear. I am content."
And in the Garden of Cupid at
Neustadt Castle, and in the rose ar
bor of Jew’s Lane, there was peace—
for in the hearts of the royal cousins
of Taunus. and in the home of the
Five Frankforters, love had come In
to his kingdom.
THE END.
Unexpected Result.
Here is an emigration story told at
a meeting recently. In a village was
a youth who had got himself into such
u variety of scrapes that his people
thought it would be better to dispatch
him to Canada, so as to get him away
from old and doubtful associations.
He agreed to go, provided those
interested in his departure secured
him some lestimonials. Half a dozen
were got for him. They sang his
praises in unrestrained terms, spoke
of his geniality, of his good address
and' exceptional capability, and all
the other virtues that few men have,
but many get the credit for.
When the young man read the
testimonials he turned to his father
and exclaimed:
"Well. I'm hanged! I had no idea
people thought so much of me. And
now I know how much they like me
I’m blowed if I’ll go away at all."
By A. H. C. MITCHELL.
J Copyright. 1913, by International News
Service.
TO-DAY S INSTALLMENT.
"Looks like the real thing."
acknowledged the veteran backstop.
From that time on I^ong Tom didn't
give Kelly an easy fly to catch. He
purposely batted 'the ball so that if
i he recruit got to it at all it would
be at least a hard catch. The result
v\a» one of the most wonderful exhi-
bUions of ground covering by an out .
fielder ever seen on a ball field. Final
ly Smith called a halt by declaring
morning parctice at an end.
The players went at once to the
clubhouse to take off their uniforms,
stand under a shower bath and dress
: themselves for the street. The club
house became at once a very lively
place. Each player wa? assigned a
locker for uniforms’, clothes and per
sonal belongings. In front of these
lockers were short benches, placed
there for the use of the players while
! dressing or undressing.
It so happened that Long Tom Mor
rissey and Gordon Kelly had adjoin-
1 ing lockers and therefore sat side by
side as they started to undress. The |
other players were busy with their
own affairs and did not notice the
other two until suddenly they heard
Kelly cry:
"You can't call me that. Morris
sey.”
All hands turned in the direction
of the voice just in time to see Long
Torn draw back and s'lap Kelly in i
standing up. The two men were now
staning up. Their shoes were off and
they were stripped to the waist. The j
next instant there was a furious mix-
up. Benches were overturned as the
tall, gaunt veteran swayed in the em
brace of the tall, lithe youngster.
It was all over in half a minute. At
the end of that time Morrisey lay, an
inert mass, in a corner of the club
house, where he had fallen with a loud
crash. Ball players do not interfere
with clubhouse fights. Even a man
ager will not interfere. If there are
grudges to be settled, it is best to have
them settled and be done with them.
That is the philosophy of the club
house. Players see to it that there
is fair play. That is all.
‘‘Call It Square."
No one knew what pas.«ed between
the two men that led up to the en
counter. After the brief battle, Kelly
replaced his overturned bench as
though nothing had happened, and
quickly removing the rest of his cloth
ing stepped under the shower in an
adjoining room. The other players
went to the assistance of Long Tom.
who showed signs of life about this*
time. They raised the veteran to his
feet. Morrissey blinked for aw^hue
and then a grin bespread his features.
His left cheek was cut and bleeding.
"The kid is all right," he exclaimed
heartily. "My nerve was better than
Tn> judgment, that’s all."
Her too quickly pulled off his
clothes and stepping out of the room,
turned on the shower next the one
where Kelly was standing. With the
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water pouring down his body ini
stream** he reached out his hand to I
th<* young man.
"My fault, kid. I apologize. Call it
square ?”
Gordon Kelly grasped the out
stretched hand.
"Certainly I will,” he said, with
a rare smile.
Kelly dressed himself rapidly and
was the first to leave the clubhouse.
The others followed singly and in
pairs. Long Tom Morrissey and Bill
Smith were the last to go.
"Did that guy tell you he never
played a game of ball?” demanded the
veteran backKop of his manager, as
he slipped the key of his locker in
his pocket.
"That’s what he said” replied
Smith. %
"And never played a game of ball?”
"That’s what he said."
"Billy, he’s kiddin’ you Why, he
even fights like a ball player,” de
clared Long Tom, with a grjn. He
started to leave the clubhouse when
his manager called him back.
‘Want to change your locker?”
asked Smith.
"Me? What for?” demanded Mor
rissey in surprise.
“You’re right next to the kid and
I thought on account of—”
"That’s* where I want to be; right
next to the kid.” Long Torn broke
in. "He’s my pal, Billy."
CHAPTER XII.
A S Gordon Kelly hurried out of
the clubhouse he asked himself
this question: "Is the game
worth the candle?” and on his way
down town he had a chance to study
the question and answer it to his
own satisfaction.
Within the past few hours he had,
first, been more or les.*-* ridiculed in
the newspapers and. second, he had
engaged In a clubhouse fight with
another ball player. That, he fig
ured, was a pretty, strenuous way for
a novice like himself- to begin a
baseball career. Would every day
have its bad features as this day had ?
Would it not be best for him to quit
the game right now? How about
going to Manager Smith and thanking
him for his kindness, but telling him
at the same time he had decided to
call it all off.
Greeted by Mildred.
Ruminating further on the subject
he came to the conclusion that the
newspapers were right. The reporters
were perfectly justified in refusing
to laud him to the skies before he
had demonstrated his ability. There
was nothing really objectionable in
what they had said about him. He
confessed to himeelf that what they
had published was largely true and
they had written their articles in a
humorous vein which was well within
their rights under the circumstances.
No. he had no fault to find with ,tne
newspapers.
But how about that clubhouse fight?
Well, that was a thing of the past.
Long Torn had apologized, he had ac
cepted the apology and he believed
they would be friends from now on.
Then why quit? Wouldn’t that make
him more ridiculous than ever? Be
sides he didn’t like Jhe sound of the
word. No, he wouldn’t quit. He would
stick it out—do the bes*t he could
and trust to luck and Providence.
Glancing out of the car window at
this stage of his meditations, Kelly
beheld Miss Deery seated at the wheel
of an automobile of which she was
the sole occupant. There was a tem
porary blockade and Kelly seized the
opportunity to jump off the street
car and hurry around to w'here Miss
Deery’s machine way packed in with
several others, waiting for the jam
to clear itself. He raised his hat.
"How do you do?” smiled Mildred
pleasantly. "Jump in and I’ll drive
you home; or, better still, come to
my house and have luncheon with
me."
‘Us ‘that where you are headed
for?” inquired Gordon, stepping into
the car and seating himself beside
the young woman.
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"I don't seem to bo headed for any
where in this blockade. Ah, here we
are," and the car moved slowly for
ward. "Well, what is* your lordship’s
pleasure ?”
"You are very kind, but before
giving an answer I have a counter
proposition to make."
The nature of which is.”
Judge Barbee kindly sent me a
card to his club and he wuote me
there was a ladles’ dining room there.
The card is only good for two weeks
and I would like to make use of it.
Won’t you take lunch with me there?”
"That would be simply fine. But
we’ll have to go home anyway, be
cause I have to prink up a little bit,”
said Mildred, with an arch look.
"I think you are very charming as
you are,” remarked Gordon.
Mildrel laughed gaily.
"Mr. Kelly, you told me you lived
all your life in the mountains and
have only been in Atlanta a week.
You are certainly learning fast. Who’s
your teacher?”
"You are the only girl I know in
Atlanta, Miss Deery.”
"As you know how to say nice
things I’ll take that as a compli
ment.”
They were soon at the Deery res
idence. and leaving him in the big.
comfortable living room to amuse
himself Mildred ran upstairs. Contra
ry to the assertions of humorists, she
was back again inside of ten min
utes, with a complete change of cos
tume. and if she was charming be
fore. she was bew-itching now. Gor
don offered to drive the car, and
with the smiling comment that he
seemed to have many accomplish
ments for a mountaineer, Mildred ar
ranged herself beside him. Ten
minutes later they were at the club
and seated at a table. When the
waiter had taken their order, Gordon
asked, seriously:
"Have you ever seen a game of
baseball. Miss Deery.?”
"Of course I have. I’ve seen Geor
gia and Tech play half a dozen
times. And I saw Harvard and Yale
play on the Polo Grounds, New York,
too.”
"Which side w r on?”
"I’ve forgotten. I went wdth a par
ty of friends, some of whom ivanted
Yale to win and the others wanted
Harvard to win. I got all mixed up
in the excitement.”
"Did you ever see a professional
game of baseball here in Atlanta, at
Ponce DeLeon Park?
"No, 1 never did. Why this cro*s-
examination, Mr. Kelly?”
“I’m trying to find out your likes
and dislikes, in order to avoid the
dislikes.”
"That’s very nice of you. I rather
like baseball: I’ll say that.”
The talk went on. Gordon Kelly
was becoming very much Interested
in Mildred Deery; to such an extent
that he was anxious to learn what
her opinions were in regard to pro
fessional ball players. Yet he was
afraid to ask the direct question. He
beat around the bush for a while
and then changed the subject, with
out getting the information he desir
ed and without suspecting why 'he
asked the questions.
To Be Continued To-morrow. *
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Hendersonville, Brevard, Lake Toxaway, Saluda, Waynesville, Tryon, Flat
Rock, Hot Springs, N. C., and other attractive resorts.
For tickets and information, apply to Dep’t. A.
R. L. Baylor, Division Passenger Agent, 1 Peachtree St., Atlanta.
Write or call for the illustrated booklets on “The Land of the Sky. ” Specially reduced fares for summer.
Liberal stop-overs. Besides America’s most charming all-year-round vacation district. Southern Railway Svstem
embraces territory ottering unusually remunerative investment in fruit culture, farming and manufacturing.
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