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\ •t Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game By Virginia T. Van De Water. A WOMAN was running a piece of pink ribbon Into a dainty under- waist. Her small son, aged six, stood watching her. At last he spoke out his thought— “Mama, why do you put ribbon In that thing?’* “To draw It up on the shoulders and fasten It with,*’ was the smiling ex piration. •'Wouldn’t a piece of twine do as well?” queried the lad soberly. The mother paused a moment, con cealing the amusement she felt. Then she 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 ply evidence of a feminine lack of logic To the woman who thinks long ft held a truth that It Is well to con sider. When, without sacrifice of principle or duty, one can make of a practical thing also a pretty thing. It is a mistake—almost a wrong—not to do It. The small boy. as he grew older, learned to admire the dainty, delicate touches In his mother's apparel. "My mother always looks nice," he used to say when the matter of woman's ap pearance was discussed. I know one woman who seems to think that she does God-service In look ing as plain as possible. She Is scrupu lously neat In appearance, but her men tal attitude reminds one of the small boy’s question: "Wouldn’t a piece of twine do as well?” All the appoint ments of her home are plain and sub stantial, bought—like Mrs. Primrose’s wedding dress—with a thought of dura bility rather than of beauty. She scorns fine china, and considers cut glass a useless folly of the rich. As to solid silver, why should one use It when plated ware carries the food to one’s mouth Just as effectually? Of course, she has a scorn of all ■‘modem notions,” such as centerpieces, dollies and "place-plates.” "Useless nuisances," she says sententlously. 1 of- li 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 Mjand household. Fortunately this woman is ths 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 haw many hard and ugly corners there would be, corners that are now’ rounded or hidden 1 To look as homely am 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 gome one asl^s 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 woman to look, as well as he and she can. It 1s 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 calico wrapper Instead of a dainty and equally cool negligee-even for “home people” only. THE DEAREST BABY Mrs. Wilkes’ Fondest Hoj5es Realized—Health, Hap piness and Baby. Plattsburg, Miss.—"I.ydia E. 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(con fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and aniwered by a woman and held in strict confidence. Tom found Jennie a little crumpled heap on the sofa. Chapter 6. A S THE MAN hold Jennie tight In his arms, kissing her—she at last realized his intentions and could THEN see clearly the meaning of the dinner In the 8well 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 “bo polite and fatherly” MAN turned Into the 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 out 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 listen ^ but could hear no one following. There she sat In her little torn dress shaking and cry ing until she realized it was get ting dark. She wandered on through the woods and came to a farm house where she found an old lady who, after hearing her story, loaned her enough money for the railroad fare home. Tom came over to her house that evening 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 ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Oh! indeed! He Is well off?” went on the stern Inquisitor. “Ho 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. A little flicker of mischief lit Char lotte’s eyes. Why, If this was a game after all, she w'ould play It high— spiritedly—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 Ol’Uy?” Solomon ad mired a WORTHY antagonist -even though that antagonist might be his daughter! “All’a Well.’’ “Just as much,” said demure Char lotte. She dared now’ to raise her eyes—to' look at Jacob—w’hose face was lit now by a smile of component parts of amusement and eagerness. “A Jew?” “Yes.” “Of course. Tell me; my child. Tell me. On this much I 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 white hands on her father’s strong shoulders, and turned him gently to ward the w’indow w’here 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 Six men worked two days In knead ing and baking a loaf of bread weigh ing 398 pounds and measuring 4 feet high by 13 feet lqn nr at Kansas Cit.v. The loaf, which was made from 90 samples of Oklahoma and Kansas flour, Is to be exhibited In England. “D-darling, d-do you 1-love me?" she gasped. “Love you?” 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 bad just been hit by a cold storage egg. Whereupon he turned gravely’ to his audience. “How truly spoke the good Mar- celluH,” quoth he. “Something is rot ten in the State of Denmark!” Th lady, savaj Th they mi very bi Cleric—Just ne missionin' think, my dear to every 15,000 Charlotte. Come.” And Old Sol. beaming joyously through the rose arbor, was Love’s only confidant, a,s the boy and girl fled 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 father was with me—instead of call ing mo 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. H:ippy, 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 his 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 w’omen 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 a 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 testimonials. 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! 1 had no idea people thought so much of me. And now I know hnw much they like me I’m blowed if I’ll go away at all.” 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 perions—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 ani tells him he has never played a game of ball. Smith con sents to flTve 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 thraehes Cain. Man ager Smith tells the newspapers about his new find and the reporters print all sorts of "Joshing” stories about Kellie. Now go on with the story. By A. H. 0. MITCHELL. Copyright. 191*. by International News Service. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. "Looks Ilk© the real thing,” acknowledged the veteran backstop. From that time on Long Tom didn’t give Kelly an easy fly to catch. He j purposely batted the ball so that if the recruit got to it at all it would be at least a hard catch. The result was one of the most wonderful exht- . bitlons of ground covering by an out- 1 fielder ever seen on a ball field. Flnal- | !y Smith called a halt by declaring j morning parctice at an end. The players went at once to the clubhouse to take oft 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 was assigned a locker for uniforms, clothes and per sonal belongings In front of these lockers were short benches, placed there for the use of (he players while dressing or undressing. It so happened that Long Tom Mor rissey and Gordon Kelly had adjoin ing lockers and therefore sat side b> 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 Tom draw back and slap Kelly in standing up. The two men were now stoning up. Their shoes were off and they were stripped to the waist. The 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 passed 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 awhile 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 my Judgment, that’s all.” He, 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 BROWNIE CAMERAS. Anybody can take beautiful snap shots with a Brownie camera, and the price is easy-—$1 to $12. Send for catalog. A. K. Hawkes Co., Kodak Dept. 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Address Dept. M. ATLANTIC BEACH HOTEL Atlantic Beach. F lorida A‘ water pouring down his body In streams he reached out hls hand to th* young man. "My fault, kid. I apologize. Call It square?” Gordon Kelly grasped the out stretched hand. "Certainly I will,” he said, with 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 backstop of his manager, as he slipped the key of hls 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 kiddln’ you. Why, he even fights like a ball player,” de clared Long Tom, with a grin. 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 Tom broke in. “He’s my pal, Billy." CHAPTER XII. S Gordon Kelly hurried out of the clubhouse he asked himself this question: “Is the game worth the candle?” and on hls way down town he had a chance to study the question and answer It to hls own satisfaction. Within the past few hours he had, first, been more or less 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 hovtce 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 Manhger 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 1 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 hlmyelf 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 the newspapers. But how about that clubhouse fight? Well, that was a thing of the past. Long Tom 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 the sound of the word. No, he wouldn’t quit. He would stick It out—do the best he could and trust to luck and Providence. Glancing out of the car window at this stage of hls 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 where Miss Deery’s machine way packed in with several others, waiting for the jam to clear itself. He raised hls 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 aire headed for?” inquired Gordon, stepping into the car and seating himself beside the young woman. “I don’t seem to be headed for any- $250 in Prizes for Best Solution of “The Triple Tie” Y OU read the first nine Installments of the great baseball mystery story of “The Triple Tie" and now you have a fair idea of the simplicity of the offer The Georgian makes—how you may win *100 by working out the solution of the mystery as nearly as Sts au thor, A. H. C. Mitchell, has done as you can. Mr, Mitchell has written the last chapter, but hls copy Is sealed up in a vault at the American National Bank, When all but this final chapter has been printed, The Georgian readers will be asked to submit to three competent Judges, none of them connected with this newspaper, their version of what the grand denouement should 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 distributed. 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 tenth installment of the great mystery story and you wftl 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 sit down and write that final chapter, be ready to win one of the big cash prizes in The Georgian’s great offer. 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 wrote 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. Mlldrel 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 bewitching 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 th* 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 won?” “I’ve forgotten. I went with a par ty of friends, some of whom wanted 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, I never did. Why this cross- 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 uae 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 destr-y ed and without suspecting why he asked the questions. To Be Continued To-morrow. FREE, NEXT SUNDAY. 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