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PU$E SILK, GLOVES There is a big differ ence in silk gloves. silk gloves contain one hundred percent of the purest of silk. The finger tips are double and are guaranteed by the ticket found in every pair. Colors are correct as to style, and they cost no more than many inferior kinds. If your dealer cannot supply you, send us his name. We will supply you through him. Niagara Silk Mills North Toaawanda, N. Y. New York Boston Chicago San Franciaco A LATE SPRING SUGGESTION THE TRIPLE TIE A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game. $250 in Prizes for Best Solution of “The Triple Tie” Can Indian Yogis Really Make the Dead Live Again? Y OU read the tirst 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 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 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 lict $250, also will be distributed. Here is the list of the awards: The crown Is large and high, with Its v greatest width from side to side, and is girdled by a high band of black and white tagal applied on the bias. Small black tagal hat. The rather small brim Is turned up all around. Trimming is a white rose and foliage placed on either aide. * 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. in an Indian village. SYNOPSIS. Gordon Kelly, a mountain boy of Georgia, goes to Atlanta and asks Manager Bill Smith for a place on the Atlanta team, saying that though he never saw a ball game he hopes to play as well as Gobb 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 Deary 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 Deery’s father and dines at their house. That night w-hen Kelly calls for an auto to take him home in the rain, Forrest Cain drives the machine to apy on Kelly. Cain takes him far out on a country road, where Kelly gives him a thrashing, leaves him to walk home, drives the machine back to Atlanta, and gdes 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 practice is over Kelly and Long Tom engage in a fist fight in the clubhouse, Kelly being victorious. Now go on with the story. 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 nand, 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 blows. If she can’t stand for me as a ba ? J player there’s no time like the present tc find it out.” He switched off the light and crawl ed into bed. “There’s one thing about it, though.” he declared; “when the editor of that ‘Georgian’ newspaper wants to do anything, he knews how to do it.” CHAPTER XIII. 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, a« he ex pressed it, she was a poor hand to be intrusted with business secrets which involved Gordon Kelly. “I thank you for your offer, dad,” she remarked when her father had unfolded his plan,” but r don’t be lieve T want to allow business to in terfere with my love affairs.” “Love affairs, child.” cried . Mrs. Decry; “I 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 his room that night Gor don Kelly once more revieved the events 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 tiveness of her face and figure, ap pealed to him more at that moment than anything had ever before ap pealed to him in the twenty-one 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- denlv 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 three or four other poses. I’herr- , was nearly a column of type telling in most laudatory phrase* 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 j 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 the 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 newspaper praise was that Gordon Kelly sud denly found himself a popular 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 natured- 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 “mysterioso,” and from that time on the reporter referred to him as “Mysterioso 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 ta leave his hotel and And 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, hut 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 out in the kitchen they forget all about serving their orders to the guests.” To Be Continued To-morrow. FREE, NEXT SUNDAY. The American Sunday Monthly Magazine, contain ing the first chapters of Jack London’s new story, is GIVEN FREE with every copy of the next Sunday American. ■ PLATES Made and Delivered KODAKS “Th* Beit Finishing and Enlarg ing That Can Be Produced." ! F astro an Films and com- | plet* atock amataur aupnltea. „ Ice for out-of-town euatompr* Send for Catalog and Price Llat. A. K. HAWKES CO, K D TA K 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. 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 men have obtained complete mastery over matter. Their bodily afflictions take various forms; with some it is ab stention from food or speech; with others, lying on a spiked bed or hold ing one arm aloft till it becomes fixed in that position and the nails grow through the hand. Their 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 burled in the earth for months, then taken up and resusci tated have been described by many reliable people. The Commissioner of Bareilly In 1870 saw 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. His 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 Yogi 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 hU trance. An Indian official who had won the confidence of the natives and pene trated further into their lives than other Europeans told me that he had twice witnessed miracles performed by these priest*. 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 hiscourx. The rope was then thrown 30 feet into the air, two boys climbed up it and disappeared, and presently their 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 slid down the rope; then both called for their sister, and she was found bj- neath the Nizam’s chair. Pictures Show Nothing. Occultists imy that he rope i» sup ported by spirit, guide* and that when the boy goes up a miat 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 oocurred 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 bound and pressed into a small round bas ket, which he seems to All entirely; ths 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. In the Fitting Room .:. ^\TO, 1 have n very long. not been waiting At least, it has not seemed long, for I have my book with me, and I can even forget clothes when I have a good novel. Yes, I almost always take a book with me when 1 go for a ii - ting, and, really, the books I have got through with while waiting for dressmakers would fill a library. “It’» funny how some of my dresses suggest certain books. I never put on my lavender chiffon without thinn ing of ‘Burled 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 ey< > look kind of washed out. But nev«‘* mind, I can wear a jabot n \! tO : face, and that will relieve the stronj: color. The Old Style. “No, 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 that you can’t do either. “I have a friend whose new spring suit is so tight about the ankles that she simply can’t take a step without holding it up. She says she doesn't care, for her shoes are so tight that there’s no comfort fn walking in then . so she might as well sit still. I think women 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, this 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 wonder that we don’t hear of shocking crimes committed in fitting rooms by mad dened modistes. So far as 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. 1 had just got to an awfully exciting part in ‘Clayhanger’ when you came 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 I 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 and gathering up all the microbes in sight with their long skirts. Not Tired. "No. I’m not a bit tired, thank you. I know 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 I know I shall never wear this dress without thinking of that unhappy hero. r do hope that he will turn out well, so that I may have some pleasant thoughts about my gown vhile I am wearing it. "Oh. yes, I'm sure the dress will turn out well, and you needn’t mind t it is a wee bit hobbly—just enough to allow me to take decent steps. ' ou w iH 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. , Must—Nice party, ain’t it. 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On the other hand, if you usa any dspilatorv with a distinctive odor, an offensive, 'te'l-tale smell will cling to your skin for hours. Avoid Permanent Disfigurement by refusing substitutes. If your dealer will not supply you send $1.00 direct. Free information how to determine which depilatories are harmful and worthless sent In plain, sealed enve lope. New truths In next advt. De Miracle Chemical Co., New York Sold and Recommended by Chamberlain-Johnson-DuBose Co. much I diet, my skin !s still sallow and rough. "How can a girl five 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 I 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 what you will say. Try to be nice in other ways; try to be good, kind and honest, and that will com pensate you for other things. Oh, no, it won’t. I have tried, and with the result that people say: ‘Oh, yes, she's a good girl, but she’s so plain.’ No 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. I 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 the world? A husband and chil dren? I’ll never have those, it seems. To be famous? It’s not in me. I’m not clever enough. Can’t you shed one ray of comfort to this lonely, hopeless, ugly girl?’ (Signed) "ONE IN DESPAIR." [’ll not be hypocritical enough to tell ; this forelorn little sister that It does I not make any difference whether a girl I is plain or homely, and that it’s better j to have a peaches and cream complex- j Ion. Speaking from a mundane stand- j point, and we are all very much on this • arth when we are nineteen years old, i it does matter a lot to our happiness j whether we are living pictures or not, and a lily skin Is a more present advan tage than it is to possess all of the car dinal virtures, 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'* letter of credit that the world honors at sight. In ad dition, it is a personal rapture to Its happy possessor, and the \toman 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 minimizing 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 need 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 i* no 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 not. It Is one of the triumph of art that none of us need be 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 look* 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 friend, 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 make* 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 of never being able to marry because she is not beautiful. Look about you, little girl, at the married women, and see how few of them are real rivals of Lillian Russell.