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A LATE SPRING SUGGESTION
THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest
Every Lover of the National Game.
Can Indian Yogis Really Make the Dead
Live Again?
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greatest width from side
to side, and Is girdled by
■ high band of black and
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Small black tagal hat.
The rather small brim Is
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Trimming is a white rose
and foliage placed on either side.
A YY/T'il \Y/~~ The Same Being From a Young Girl Who Be-
W ail or W oe moans tlie Fact of Her Ug!iness
By DOROTHY DIX.
L isten to this wall of woe.
A young girl writes:
“I’m a girl of nineteen years of
age, and have about given up this eter
nal strife to live. I am in despair, and
have no longer a desire to exist Ih this
cruel World. And my reason is this:
“I am short. I am fat. I have a
flat, broad nose and a bad complexion.
No matter what exercise I take, how
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Defraud the Same Foolish Women
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“How can a girl live under such draw
backs?
“Every girl desires to be pretty, at
tractive, and have people love her; but
in my case, wherever I go, the people
that t meet look at me once, and If they
are nice to me it’s because they feel
It’s their duty to be kind to a homely
girl.
“I know r what you will say. Try to
he nice In other ways; try to be good,
kind and honest, and that will com-
: pensate you for other things. Oh, no,
I it won’t. I have tried, and with the
result that people say: ‘Oh, yes, she’s
I a good girl, but she’s so plain.’ No
j matter how much I accomplish there
is always that great, big ‘but’ in back
of it. I have often made up my mind
to just work, work, work, but I can’t
do it. I long for a little pleasure, to
have a little admiration like other girls.
“I long to go out with other young
people and have a beau of my very
own. Why, the boys won’t look twice
at me. The only thing that helps a
woman along in this world is beauty.
That paves the way for all else, t
don't think it’s fair that some should
have it all and others should have
nothing. It makes me even doubt the
justice of God.
A Pretty Woman.
“What is there for me to live for
In thC world? A husband and chil
dren? I’ll never have those. It seems.
To be famous? It’s not ih me. I’m
not clever enough. Can’t you shed one
ray of comfort to this lonely, hopeless,
ugly girl?’
(Signed) “ONE IN DESPAIR.’’
I’ll not be hypocritical enough to tell
tills forelorn little sister that it does
not make any difference whether a girl
is plain or homely, and that it’s better
to have a peaches and cream complex
ion.
Speaking from a mundane stand
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and a lily skin is a more present advan
tage than it Is to possess all of the car
dinal vIHtffeS, and then some.
Good looks are a great asset to a girl.
It is the magic that lifts the grumpiest
man out of his seat on the street car;
that makes churls run to do her bid
ding: that makes employers put up with
bad spelling and slack work; that In
sures partners for the dance, and invi
tations to theaters and restaurant Sup
pers. Beauty is woman’s letter of credit
that the wotld honors at sight. In ad
dition, it is a personal rapture to its
happy possessor, and the woman who
sets everybody rubbering as she walks
down the street, and who hears a mur
mur of “Peach" follow her, has, at
least, drunk of the nectar of the gods.
No. There is no use in trying to
take the sting out of homeliness by
minimising the power of beauty. It
is great and potent, but it is not all-
poWerful, as my correspondent seems
to think, and there is no nedd to de
spair as she does because she is an ugly
duckling
For her consolation I would remind
her. first, that beauty is in the eye of
the beholder, and that there Is ho hard
and fixed rule as to what constitutes
pulchritude in a woman. This makes
it possible for women to give an Illu
sion of good looks, where none exists,
simply by their dressing. When we
speak of a pretty woman we mean one
who has made an attractive picture by
the color and charm of her clothes, the
way her hair is arranged, by the way
she walks and Sits, and carries herSelf,
whether she has got a single good fea
ture that would entitle her to entrance
in a beauty show or riot.
It is one of the triumph of art that
none of us need he quite as ugly as
nature made us. Dress, like the man
tle of charity, covers a multitude of
sins, and no woman need wholly de
spair on account of her looks while
Heaven still grants us the boon of
dressmakers and milliners.
Another bit of consolation that I can
offer my correspondent Is that time will
be her frfend, and not her enemy, and
that she Will grow better looking as
the years go by. Many an ugly girl
makes a striking and handsome mid
dle-aged woman, and this is almost
sure to be the case if she keeps her
heart sweet and her mind active and
intelligent.
Time and experience are sculptors that
chisel rough features into fine outlines,
and the mere radiance of goodness shin
ing through A woman's face makes It
beautiful. Moreover, there is this furth
er recompense: The woman who was
not fair and beautiful in her youth
never has to listen to that bitterest
speech that ever falls on female ears,
“My, but how you have faded!”
Nor should my correspondent despair
<>/ never being able to marry because
; phe is not beautiful. Look about you,
i little girl, at the married women, ana
! see how few of them are real rivals of
i Lillian Russell.
$250 in Prizes for Best Solution
of “The Triple Tie”
Y OU read the first ten 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 its au
thor, A. H. C. Mitchell, has done as you can.
Mr. Mitchell has written the iast chapter, but his copy Is sealed
up in a vault at the American National Rank. 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 whkt 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 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 eleventh 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 sit down and write that final
chapter, be ready to win one of the big cash prizes in The Georgian’s
great offer.
Indian conjurers performing the much
discussed basket trick.
SYNOPSIS.
Gordon Kelly, a mountain boy of
Georgia, goes to Atlanta and asks
Manager Bill Rmith for a place on
the Atlanta team, saying that
though he never saw a ball game
he hopes to play as well as Cobb
or Speaker. He gets permission to
practice with the team. On his Way
to the clubhouse he is almost run
down by Forrest Cain, with Mildred
Deery in an auto. The girl apol
ogizes, but Cain is very gruff.
At his first batting practice Kelly
astonishes Smith by hard, clean
hitting and is signed up.
Through his guardian Kelly meets
Mildred Dedry’s father and dines at
their house.
That night when Kelly calls for an
auto to take him home in the rain,
Forrest Cain drives the machine to
spy oh Kelly. Cain takes him far
out on ft country road, where Kelly
gives hifn a thrashing, leaves him
to walk home, drives the machine
back to Atlanta, and goes to bed.
The newspapers are full of “josh”
stories about the new find of Smith
Who “learned baseball in a cor
respondence school,” but Smith is
satisfied and Kelly does not seem
at all nervous. Kelly incurs the
enmity of Long Tom, a veteran
catcher, apparently without cause.
Kelly makes good in practice. When
, the practfce is over Kelly and Long
Tom engage in a fist fight in the
clubhouse, Kelly being victorious.
Now go on with the story.
By A. H. C. MITCHELL.
Copyright, 1913, by International News
Service.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
That night at dinner Mildred told
her parents of having had luncheon
with Gordon Kelly at the club.
“How do you like him, Mildred?”
her father asked.
"Why, I think he’s fine, dad.”
“Well, be nice to him, little girl.
He owns some property up in the
mountains I would like to get hold
of.”
“You don’t suppose I’m going to be
mixed up in your horrid old busi
ness affairs, do you, dad?” cried Mil
dred, indignantly.
“Mildred” said her mother, reprov
ingly.”
“Well, I know, mother, but what
can dad be thinking of.”
Her father laughed. “It would be
Worth not less than a thousand dol
lars pin money to you,” he said.
“He’s a Nice Boy.”
"I don’t want your old thousand dol
lars on those terms,” she retorted.
And then the comical side of the sit
uation appealed to her and she burst
out laughing. Her curiosity was
aroused, however, and she succeeded
in wheedling the facts in the case out
of her father, although, as he ex
pressed it, she was a poor hand to
be intrusted with business secrets
which involved Gordon Kelly.
”1 thank you for your offer, dad,”
she remarked when her father had
unfolded his plan,” but I don t be
lieve I want to allow business to in
terfere with my love affairs.”
“Love affairs, child,” cried Mr.*.
Deery; ”1 hope you haven't ”
“Oh, I don’t know, mother,” Said
Mildred, daintily nibbling at a salted
almond; “Gordon Kelly Is a very nice
boy.”
...
Alone in ills room that night Gor
don Kellv once more revieved the
(■vents of the day. The more he saw
of Mildred Deery the less pleasing the
career of a ball player appeared to
him. Her charming ways, her win
some manner, her gracious personal
ity, her good comradeship, the attrac-
I tlvetiese of her face and figure, ap
pealed to him more .at that moment
than anything had ever before ap
pealed to him In tile twenty-ohe
years of his life.
He sighed deeply, and picking up
a copy of a late edition of the "At
lanta Georgian" began idly turning
its leaves. His attention was sud
denly arrested by almost a full page
of pictures of himself, evidently tak
en that very morning. The pictures
showed him at bat, running, jumping
in the air to catch a ball, and in
throe or four other poses. There
was nearly a column of type telling
In most laudatory phrases of what he
had done on the ball field that morn
ing. There was nothing on that
page except Gordon Kelly.
Gordon read every word of type,
looked at every picture carefully, then
threw the newspaper to the floor and
jumped to his feet.
“Great Scott!” he ejaculated. “Now
I’ve simply GOT to make good. I
couldn’t quit if I wanted to. When
Mildred sees those pictures she—’’
He stopped short. Yes, Mildred
would be sure to see the pictures.
They would settle him with her one
way or the other. If, the next time
they met, she acted as she had al
ways acted toward him, he Would
feel sure that he had not lost any
thing in her estimation. On the
other hand, if her manner was in
anyway cold or distant, he Would
know she didn’t approve. "All
right, let it go at that," he said to
himself. “I'll know mighty quick
Which Way the wind blow’s. If she
can't stand for me as a hall player
l here's no time like the pre«ent tc
find it out."
He switched off the light and crawl;
ed into bed.
"There's one thing .about it, though. 1 '
he declared; “when the editor ef that
'Georgian' newspaper wgnts to do
anything, he knews how to do it."
CHAPTER XIII.
T HE fame of Gordon Kelly spread
throughout the country in a
night. Thanks to the whole
page devoted to him in the "Geor
gian,” the news association sent out
laudatory dispatches concerning his
wonderful performance in practice,
and next morning every baseball
“fan” from Maine to California and
from the Great Lakes to the Gulf
read about the “phenomenal ball
player that has never played a game
of ball.”
Correspondents in Atlanta of
Northern newspapers were besieged
for photographs of (he young man.
Sunday editors wired for special ar
ticles of him, especially requesting
full details of any "romance” that
might have entered into his career.
And they wanted to know all about
his home life and particularly how
and where he learned to play base
ball. With tremendous interest shown
in Kelly in all parts of the country
the Atlanta newspapers were forced,
In a measure to “go to” him harder
than ever.
The result of all this newspapar
praise was that Gordon Kelly sud
denly found himself a populftr idol.
Small boys followed him wherever he
went. He was besieged in his hotel
at all hours of the day and night.
A i army of newspaper reporters was
after him all the time wanting an
swers to a thousand and one ques
tions. Kelly took things good natubed-
ly for a few days, but finally the
whole thing got on his nerves. He
refused to tell the reporters anything
about his home life; wouldn’t say
where he >ame from or where he
learned what he knew about the na
tional game. That only made mat
ters worse. He became known as
the mysterious man of baseball. One
reporter heard Bill Smith call him
a “mysterloso," and from that time
on the reporter referred’to him as
“Mysterloso Kelly.”
Too Much Notoriety.
Kelly began to receive hundreds of
“mash” notes from all parts of the
•country and not a few from Atlan
ta. Perhaps these were the result of
Kelly’s measurements some Northern
newspaper had guessed at (Kelly re
fusing to go under the tape), and
which other newspapers had copied.
Things came to such a pass that Kel
ly had l-ft leave his Hotel and find
a quiet boarding place out near the
ball grounds.
“I’m Sorry to have to leave,” he
told Frank Jones, one of the pro
prietors. “I have enjoyed my stay
here very much, but this notoriety
is altogether too much for me.”.
“I’m sorry to have you go,” re
plied Jones, “but between ourselves
perhaps it Is just as well, and in say
ing this I am paying you a compli
ment, because as things stand now,
it is impossible to get a stroke of
work out of a bellboy when you are
around. And the Waiters are talking
about you so much qut in the kitchen
they forget all about serving their
orders to the guests.”
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T HERE are many strange stories
concerning the occult powers
of the mystics and ascetics of
India that must puzzle the most skep- !
tical. Their curse is dreaded by Euro
pean and native alike, and instances
of misfortune befalling those who have
incurred their anger are very Com
mon.
By rigid penance some of these merf
have obtained complete mastery over
ipfttter. Their bodily afflictions take
various forms; with some it is ab
stention frortl food or speech; with
others, lying on a spiked bed of hold
ing one arm aloft till It becomes fixed
in that positidtt and the nails grow
through the hand.
ThClr power of walking unhurt
through the fire has been testified to
by many reliable witnesses, and At
these exhibitions not only the Yogis
but some of the onlookers have sud
denly been enabled to walk through a
fire so fierce that it scorched those
standing near.
Cases of ascetics going Into a
trance, lying buried in the earth for
months, then taken Up and resusci
tated have been described by many
reliable people. The Commissioner of
Bareilly in 18f0 srtw a man suspended
In a deep grave by chains.
The coffin was Screwed down in
the sight of many people, boards were
then laid above it and six inches be
low the ground level earth was
spread, In which corn was sown, and
in due time sprang up and was
reaped.
Hie Soul Absent?
Four men, two placed there by the
Commissioner and two by the Nawab,
kept constant watch. Then at the
end of six months the man was taken
up and, after being warmed and
rubbed, revived.
The Yoffi explained that it would
have been impossible to revive him in
less than that time, as his soul had
been absent from his body during his
trance.
An Indian official who had won the
confidence of the natives and pene
trated further into their lives than
other Europeans told me tlirft he had
twice witnessed miracles performed
by these priests.
One was a case of raising the dead.
The corpse was brought by night to a
Yogi of great sanctity, who first
sprinkled It with water and ashes,
then threw himself upon the bier and,
uttering many prayers, wrestled with
the unseen powers for the man’s life
till presently there came a breath and
a flicker of life to the inanimate form;
gradually it raised Itself, and finally
took up its bed and walked.
Rumor says that the rope trick was
performed before King Edward when
Prince of Wales, when the spectators
saw a rope suspended In mid-air, up
which a lad climbed and disappeared.
The trick is also said to have been
shown before the Nizam of Hydera
bad and his fcourt. The rope was then
thrown" 3(1 feet into the afr, ttVo boys
climbed up it and disappeared, and
presently theit* limbs were thrown
down, collected and cast on a fire.
A little girl then ran forward, cry
ing, “My brothers!” and threw her
self on the pyre. *
After an interval one of the boys
reappeared from the crowd and asked
for his brother. "Here I am," Said a
voice from above, and the second s[id
down the rope; then both called ror
their sister, and she was found bs-
neath the Nlsam's chair.
Pictures Show Nothing.
Occultists say that he rope is sup
ported by spirit guides and that when
the boy goes up a mist of the same
color as the air envelops and hides
him.
Photographs taken at the time of
this exhibition have shown nothing
on the plate.
The same thing occurred to a friend
of mine who was trying to Snapshot
the basket trick and made more than
one exposure, and to myself when
photographing a Yogi walking up a
narrow village Street everything Was
there except the man at whom I
pointed the camera.
The basket trick, if well one, de
fies detection. A lad Or girl is hound
and pressed into a small round bas
ket, which he seems to fill entirely;
the cover is put on a cloth thrown
over, and incantations are said.
A sword is then thrust through the
basket lengthways, broadways and at
every angle. Now the cover is re
moved, and behold the basket Is emp
ty, and a little later the victim walks
in unhurt and Smiling from another
part of the compound.
A maker of magic performing his arts
in an Indian village.
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have not been waiting
ery lonsr. At least, it has
not seemed Ion*, for I have
my hook with me, and I can even
forget clothes when I have a good
novel. Yes, I almost always take a
book with me when I go for a fit
ting, and, really, the books I have
got through with while waiting for
dressmakers would fill a library.
“It’s funny how some of my dresses
suggest certain books. 1 never put
on iny lavender chiffon without thinn
ing of ‘Buried Alive.’ My brown vel
vet is associated with 'Under the
Greenwood Tree.’ I just can't bear
to wear an old white voile of mine,
because it reminds me of the sad end
of 'Anna Karenina.’
“Oh, is that my dress? I thought
mine was a lighter shade of blue. I
think this dark blue makes my eyes
look kind of washed out. But neve
mind, I can wear a jabot next to my
face, and that will relieve the strong
coldr.
The Old Style.
“Mo, don’t make it too hobbly. I
may be old-fashioned, but I do like a
dress that I can walk in and sit down
in, though I know it’s the style now
to have your dresses made so fh-.it
you can’t do either.
“I have a friend whose new spring
fuit ia so tight about the ankles that
she sifnply can’t take a step without
holding it up. She says she doesrt’t
care, for her shoes are so tight thit
there’s no comfort in walking in them,
so she might as well sit still. I think
womeh are perfect geese about
clothes, or, rather, they are like sheep,
and where one goes the others follow.
“Well* I think you have got that
skirt a little bit too full. One doesn’t
want to be so old-fashioned that one
looks like a Scarecrow, and, of course,
thia is an easy dress to hold up in
case I can’t walk In it easily.
“Don't you ever get tired of stick
ing pins into women? Or. rather, don't
you ever long to stick pins into them
instead of just into their clothes?
That would give them something to
be fussy about. I often winder that
we don’t hear of shocking crimes
committed in fitting rooms by mad
dened modistes. So far ns I know, no
Woman has ever met with foul play
when she went for a fitting. It seems
strange, too.
“This reminds me of my book. I
had just got to an awfully exciting
part in ‘Clayhangor' when you cam<
in. It was where the hero suddenly
learns that the girl he’s engaged to
has just married another man, and I
am crazy to know why she did it.
But probably 1 will be as long in
finding out as I will in getting this
dress. I have learned that there are
two classes of people you never can
hurry, and they are novelists and
dressmakers. Really, though, they
both give one such delicious suspense
that one doesn’t mind the waiting.
“Make the collar a little tighter,
please; I like my collars very tight,
and very high, for my neck is so long.
Yes, you may make the skirt two
Inches from the floor; there’s one
thing I won’t do, and that is clean up
New York streets with my dresses. It
really makes me ill to hear women
rave about sanitation and hygiene,
and go into fits about microbes in un
wrapped bread, while all the time
they are defying the rules of health
arid gathering up all the microbes in
sight with their long skirts.
Not Tired.
“No, I’m not a bit tired, thank you.
1 kriow s that some women always get
faint when they are being fitted, but
somehow it seems to brace me up.
“Perhaps this is because my book
sort of fortifies me for a fitting. But
1 know I shall never wear this dress
without thinking of that unhappy
hero. I do hope that he will turrt
out well, an that I may have some
olfasant thoughts about my gown
while I am wearing it.
“Oh. yes, I’m sure the dress will
turn out well, and you needn’t mind
if it Is a wee bit hobbly—just enough
R> allow me to take decent steps.
Voii will try and send the dress to
morrow night? Well, good morning.
“Oh, I mustn’t forget my poor ‘Clay-
hanger.’ ”
Had to Draw the Line.
Host—Mice party, ain’t it, Major Le
Spungrr? Tgh and low, rich and poor
most people are welcome to this
nuse! This is Liberty ’All, this 18!
No false pride or ’umhug about me!
I’m a self-made man, I am!
The Major—Very nice party, iti-
lmrl Mr. Shoddy! How proud your
father and mother must feel! Are
they here?
Host—Well, no! ’Ang it all, you
know, one must draw the line some
where!
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