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By A. H 0. MITCHELL.
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Rally bod to otand no and of good
notnzad 'Joohlng" a* the hands of his
teammartes, but this didn’t trouble
hlsn at all. It wa# th* outside public
that worried him, and he finally went
to BHl Smith with h!» tale of woe.
The manager only grinned.
"Don't pay any attention to 'em,
kid. ' he advised. "The baseball pub
lic Is mighty fickle. As long as you
deliver the goods you will be a regu
lar tin god. but when you lose your
grip they'll forget you quick
enough.”
'That's Just It," exclaimed Kelly;
I haven't even made good. I may fall
down hard and make a fool of my
self in a real game of ball. Every
body is calling me a wonder and I
don't even know myself whether I'm
any good or whether I'm only a
counterfeit."
That's all right, kid. Ill take a
chance on your making good. Just
•tick around and do the best you can
and don’t get a swelled head."
*' Nothing Doing on Kelly. ’ ’
Smith, for the past few days, bad
been receiving an average of a doz
en telegrams a day from managers
of other clubs asking If he cared to
dispose of Gordon Kelly. To all these
Smith replied: "Nothing doing on
Kelly." As he had predicted to Pres
ident Callaway, he could have sold
the recruit to any one of a hundred
-other clubs. But Smith himself saw
the makings of a baseball star In
KUIv and he proposed to hang on to
him until he had proved himself to
be a star or had "blown up,” as the
•eying 1«.
Newspaper* ere able to make and
■unmake a lot of tilings They had
“made” Gordon Kelly In the twink
ling of an eye. The peculiar condi
tions surrounding hie brief baseball
career made him a fine subject for
exploitation. The public had eagerly
read every line printed about him.
Things had reached a stage where
Kellv felt that he either had to make
good or Jump In the river with a
*r1n dstone lied around his neck.
Smith had seen enough of his pro
tege to know that as a fielder he
■would make good In any kind of
company. Never 1n hts long career as
a ball player and manager of ball
players had he ever seen Kelly's
equal a* an outfielder. No ball seemed
too difficult for him to get. No fly
Beemed able to get away from him.
His marvellous speed enabled him to
cover more ground than two ordina
ry outfielders It was only at bat that
Smith had any doubts u» to Kelly’s
ability He wondered how the re
cruit would fare against the best of
♦he Southern League pitchers -Atch
ison. Itemaree. Wagner. West, FVix-
en. Boyd, Merrit, Cavet, Smith, Sum
mers, Case, Campbell and Parsons—
of such of them as had not grad
uated to the major league clubs of
the North.
There Is a baseball maxim that
"you can’t teach a man to hit.” Smith
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therefor© mad© no effort to change
Kelly’s style of po®* at the plate. He
did, however, caution his protege to
"wait till you get a good one,” and
"don’t hit at any bad one*'' and gave
him other Instruction* of a simple
nature. Kelly, «« he alway* did, lis
tened to all hla manager had to say
and obeyed Instruction* to the letter.
If he had seemed a wonderful fielder,
his batting wa® no less wonderful.
Ho aeemed to have the eye of “Hl-
lent John” Titus, who n*»ver struck
at a bad ball In hi* life. The faJt
that the pitchers he fared In practice
were getting In better condition aa
the day* passed seemed to make no
difference in Kelly's gtlrk work. Ho
har mcred everything offered him f o
the four corners of the ball field.
With his Ansoneeque pose he was a
verhable Anson when It came to hit
ting the ball—and everybody know’*
the famous leader of the old Chloago
White Stockings wan the daddy of
them all In his day.
While this notoriety that had come
to Gordon Kelly annoyed him not a.
little, it had absolutely no effect on
his ball playing. He went on about
his business on the ball field as
tin ugh he was not aware of the hub
bub he bad created. He treated his
comrades with respect, frankly ac-
knowleding that he had everything to
learn and asking their advice and
counsel at every opportunity. IaDng
Tom Morrissey wa* of great help to
him. What the veteran didn’t know
about ' Inside baseball” and the tricks
of the trade wasn't worth knowing.
He freely Imparted his Information
to Kelly, In whom he found a ready
listener.
What Did Mildred Think?
What harassed Gordon Kelly more
than anything else were his thoughts
of how Mildred Deery took all this
publicity 1n regard to himself. Did
she approve? His thoughts answer
ed "no" to that question. Did she
care? Probably not, he told him
self. He found himself lying awake
nights, thinking of this phase of the
situation, and the more he thought
the more harassed he became. He re
solved to put an end to the matter;
to have it settled one way or the
other; to find out what she thought
of him os a professional ball player.
Ho he rang her up early next morn
ing on the telephone and asked per
mission to call tIjat evening. "On
a particular matter.” he explained.
She would be pleased to have him
call, was the answer Her voice was
the same. No hard feeling so far,
he thought, as he hung up th© re
ceiver.
“Howdv. stranger.” she remarked
pleasantly In greeting him, that even
ing. "Where have you been keeping
yourself? We men are awfully busy,
thosieh. 1 suppose.”
"To tell the truth, T have been very
busy lately," replied Gordon, “I don’t
suppose you could guess what has
been occupying my attention?"
”1 don't believe I could. You can
have such a variety of things to keep
your minds active. Business of sopie
sort I should Imagine."
“Business, In a way, yes,” he an
swered. *Tve been taking a little ex
ercise.”
“Rxeavise!” Mildred laughed gaily
"That’s a funny business for a man."
Gordon funked completely. Mildred
< vldently knew nothing of his ball
playing and now that he had the
< hance to tell her all about it he
hadn't the courage to do so. He
squirmed out of his predicament
somehow and began talking of other
things. After a while Mildred said:
"What was this ‘particular matter’
you wished to see me about to
night ?”
To Be Continued Monday.
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Man Exterminates the Wild Beasts One by One
The result of a wild boar hunt on the estates of the Archduke Joseph of Austria.
teachability and its capacity for use
ful work, will probably long survive
In certain Eastern countries as a do
mesticated animal,'but Its wild life Is
nearly at an end. Its precious Ivory
tusk® are nature’s fatal gift to It.
The great grizzly bear has almost
disappeared, and every animal clothed
with a skin that can be turned Into
a rug or coat Is remorselessly hunted
down.
When the animals fought one an
other to extinction they did It only
for the sake of food. But the Ingenu
ity and the ever-growing wants of
man have made him a more terrible
enemy, because be seeks from his vic
tims not only food, but clothing, and
soft furs for himself and his mate,
and elegant rugs for his floors, and
horns and antlers to adorn his walls,
and feathers to make gay his festival
scenes.
This Animal Defies Man.
He makes the animals that have not
brains enough to match hi* cunning
pay with their lives and the garniture
that nature gave them for his selfish
Indulgences, his luxurious tastes, and
his Joy In th© exercise of the irresisti
ble powers of destruction with whlcij
his superior Intelligence has furnished
him.
But there Is one wild animal, the
fearless boar, which has defied, with
unusual success, the destructive pro
pensities of man. In Its forest fast
nesses it presents a gallant picture
Their Married Life
Helen’s Unhappy Day of Trivial Vexations Is Fol
lowed by a Real Misfortune.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
I F IT WFjRE possible to have a mo
tion picture summing up, say In
an hour’s time, the changes that
the living forms Inhabiting this
globe have undergone since the ear
liest ages, the exhibition would be
astonishing beyond all words.
There would flit before our eyes an
endless procession of strange beasts,
gradually emerging from the waters
and overspreading the land, and tak
ing on the shapes rendered necessary
by alteration of environment and
change of the conditions of life.
There would be the first amphib
ians, living indifferently lri water or
in air; then the great reptiles, of ex
traordinary size and ferocious appe
tite; next the flying dragons, birds
with reptilian claws and teeth; then
the huge monsters of tertiary times;
and finally man with his early com
panions, the mammoth and the mas
todon.
Fed Upon Each Other.
At every stage It would be seen
that the animals fed upon one an
other, and that some species were
thus driven into practical extinction,
but, until the arrival of man, there
would be no evidence of the Interfer
ence of any agency above the ordi
nary tendencies of nature.
But man, with his active brain,
would be found taking a band, on his
own account, and upon a systematic
plan, in the future evolution of the
life of the globe. He would be seen
gradually altering the character and
the forms of various animals by sub
jecting them to his rule. Then do
mesticated animals would first make
their appearance, and the nature of
the horse, the ox and other creatures
would undergo a remarkable change
under his guidance.
And when the vast film had been
unrqlled almost to Its end, man would
be seen driving into extinction many
animals which, but for his arrival,
might have continued for ages to in-
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A herd of wild pigs that are being fed in British India.
habit the earth. This would be. In
many respects, the most dramatic
part of the exhibition.
Even when he had no better weap
ons than bows and arrows, and spears
and traps, man succeeded in extermi
nating from Europe the wild ox, the
terrible aurochs. With the invention
of modern guns he has carried on the
slaughter until animals of the great
est Interest, manv of which could have
been rendered harmless without be
ing driven out of existence, have rap
idly disappeared.
Are Disappearing Rapidly.
When we read accounts of the vast
herds of buffalo that less than a cen
tury ago roamed over the plains and
hills of the far West, numbering
probably millions in the aggregate, it
seems impossible that a few Individ
uals, kept In menageries and on spe
cial reservations, are all that now re
main.
Lions and tigers, though still nu
merous In some regions, have been
decimated by their human hunters,
and the time is undoubtedly coming
when they will almost have disap
peared There is something in the
mere presence of man and his works
which seems inimical to many of the
most interesting wild animals. They
flee from him panic-stricken. The
changes brought about in the face of
nature by his activities are fatal to
them. They can not alter their ways
of life rapidly enough to meet the
new conditions which the presence of
man Imposes.
The elephant, on account of its
of bold independence and sturdy self-
reliance. Its superb fighting qualities
may even save it from utter extinc
tion. for merciless as man Is, he ad
mires a brave foe, and In India a
species of boar Is furnished with food
In order that its numbers may be
maintained. But this is only done for
the sake of “sport,” the sport of “pig
sticking," and the care that the ani
mals get Is the same that was given
to the gladiators in ancient Rome.
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The Manicure Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
“G‘
EE, this 1s a glorious morn
ing, George," said the Mani
cure Lady, bursting into the
shop and throwing a big cluster of
lilac* onto her table. “I don’t know
Just how a bottle of oha.mpagne feels
inside, but I guess that’s about the
way I feel—all bubbles and sparkle
and sunshine. It Is this kind of days,
George, that makes us mortal* reall/zO
how sweet It is to live and breathe
and love one another."
"It’s rotten weather for my rheu
matism,” said the Head Barber. 'I
feel like a worm on a hook. Lay off
on that lovely weather talk, and 1f
you can't think of anything else to do,
take a nap. Don’t talk to me.”
”1 don’t care if your old rheuma
tism does hurt,” said the Manicure
lifi.dy. “It is .men likp you, George,
with your little yelps and groans, that
takes away that transcendant love of
living which is a part of every healthy
and normal human being. I feel that
happy this morning that 1 could write
a love letter to John D. Rockefeller.
Remember, George, we are hero but a
brief time, and almost before we
know it we are swept into the vast-
ness of internity. What have we got
If It ain’t the Joy of living? I ain’t
going to think an unhappy thought or
say an unkind word to nobody to
day.**
Too Long.
Into the shop came a customer for
the Manicure Lady. He was tall and
lanky, with a head of shaggy hair
and an expression on his lean face
such as Dante must have worn when
he had acute Indigestion.
“Those nail*, those nails!” he half
groaned. “They are too long, too
long! Trim them, girl: trim them!
Quickly, girl, quicklv!”
“They axe a little bit to the Chi
nese.’’ admitted the Manicure Lady,
smilingly. ‘‘Your right hand, please.
Isn’t this a beautiful morning?”
“Speak not to me of beauty,” sighed
the tall stranger. "For me there is
no beauty, neither in the sky above
nor in the green fields. There is no
beauty in the hum of commerce, the
ceaseless striving of midget man
against the immutable laws of the
universe. Is there?” he fairly shouted.
"I ain’t never gave it much thought,
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looking at 1t that way,” said the
Manicure Lady, eyeing the customer
with, a good deal of misgiving.
"Thought? Thought? Of course, you
know nothing of thought. Neither
does yon barber know of thought.
Look at him. standing there and
thinking about what? Thinking bar
ber thoughts, barber thoughts!"
"I think Georp'p is a very Intelligent
gent sometimes." declared the Mani
cure Izady, loyallv. “lie only get* kind
o’ batty when he Is thinking about the
races. That’s his only weak point."
“But can lie really think, as I
think?” demanded the customer. “And
can you really think? If you could
think, would you prate of beauty
where there is no beauty? Listen,
girl. I wrote a poem not long ago
that tells It all:
‘‘‘Beauty? And Is there beauty In the
grave,
The crawling grave that fondles us
at last?
And is there beauty on a battlefield.
Littered with corpses when the sun
departs?
And is there beauty in a morbid
morgue,
Where stark dust touches marble
slabs? No, no!
There is no beauty save in hectic
brains,
Where frothy thoughts refuse to
dwell on death.’"
“Gee!” said the impressed Mani
cure Lady, “them is beautiful lines!”
“I say there is no beautyl” ex
claimed the stranger. “I am not
beautiful, am I? No! Very good.
Are you beautiful?"
“I don’t like to brag much,” said
the Manicure Lady, now thoroughly
unnerved. “Some of the fellows
salves me along to make me think 1
am, but 1 guess if you say so, 1 ain’t
beautiful. Is your keepers shopping,
or something?"
"I have no keepers,” said the tall
man. “I am an actor, and who ever
heard of an actor with a keeper?”
“I guess you’re right,” said the
Manicure Lady. *1 know' our board
ing house don’t keep no actors. But.
gee, I’m so glad to know that you’re
a actor. A minute ago I could have
swore you was crazy!”
His Opinion.
Donald was an old Soots beadle who
officiated in a Highland kirk where
the minister, never a bright star at
any time, believed in giving full value
for the money, a9 It were, In his dis
courses A stranger once asked him
his opinion of the sermons.
"Ah. week" replied Donald, “you'll
no get me to say onything against
them, for they're a' verrv guid. hut
I'll just remark this much:
"The beginning's aye over far frae
the end. an' It would greatly improve
the force o' it if he left out a' that
cam. ia gin >ea.
A Social Graft
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
“Seek not to purchase friends with
gifts, for when thou ceaseth to give,
such friends will cease to be friends.”
T HE great financier who spends
many anxious hours In count
ing h1s resources, which appear
inadequate to meet his greater liabili
ties, has his counterpart in every girl
you know.
If her purse is flat, and kept in that
pitiful condition by necessities; or If
It Is corpulent because of the generos
ity of a wealthy father, has no bear
ing on the number of times Its owner
sees bankruptcy staring her in the
face.
A bankruptcy brought on leas often
by purchases for herself, and which
either she needs or thinks she needs,
than by purchases for her friends. She
Is a victim of the gift habit, the great
est of ail social grafts.
There is no occasion.these day® that
is not made a holiday for the purpose
of filching money from the purses of
friends for the buying of gifts. Be
ginning with New Year’s and ending
with Christmas, there isn’t a date on
the calendar that isn’t marked by
pome mischievous person a® an occa
sion for making a present to some
body else, the object of the giving be
ing solely to financially embarrass the
donor and make miserable the recL>
ient by adding another name to the
burden of her obligations.
Easter Gifts.
We have become so obsessed with
the insanity of giving that we have
broken Into the children's province
and make gifts on Easter; we have
thrust ourselves among the lovers and
send valentines to friends and nflfre
acquaintances; we must remember
every birthday, or offend: we must
send decorated card® expressing inant;
sentiments about peace and happiness
every time the flag is unfurled, and
after passing through a year of giving
that which we can not afford, and
which is never wanted, we throw
every bit of sense and judgment to
the winds and go mad in making gifts
at Christmas.
This social graft is hard on every
one, but its worst victims are young
girls. They must make gifts they
can not afford to their friends who
graduate. A few years later a
friend’s engagement is announced,
and a girl must give a betrothal gift,
followed in a few weeks by a wed
ding present and, in what seems a
criminally short time to the owner
of a depleted purse, by a demand for
a little token to he placed In the
baby's layette. There must be a gift
for the christening, an anniversary
wedding present for the motherj she
has a birthday, her baby has a birth
day; there are more babies, more
christenings, more birthdays, till the
friend who is seeking to keep up
with the demands this custom makes
feels that she will go mad.
She begins to regard every new
baby as a means for Imposing a tax
on her friendship—a tax that is col
lected relentlessly, and from which
no personal need for the money thus
expended will release her.
Hopeful Girls.
Girls are the biggest hearted, most
generous creatures that walk the
earth. Hopeful to a degree that Is
dangerous, they will squander this
week’s income on a friend, thinking
to be more prudent with the income
of next week. They buy first for
their friends, and count their own
needs of little Importance. They will
buy meager lunches, wear patched
shoes and gloves, tf need be, rather
than have it said they refused to
“come across.”
.And that Is what I beg they will
no longer do. Give to the friend
who needs, and give when love
prompts the giving, always making
gifts that meet the needs of the re
cipient and don't embarrass the do
nor; but don’t give simply because
custom demands It.
Don’t be one of the large and grow
ing flock of sheep that are breaking
their financial necks trying to Jump
over wall after -wall of senseless and
Imaginary obligations to friends, the
greatest of which Is the custom of
regarding every date on the calendar
as a reminder to make some one a
gift.
U A /T AGGIE, Tve told you so many
j\/| times not to push this ta-
bl# back against the wall.”
There was an unusual note of Irrita
tion In Helen’s voice. "You see how
It mars the paper? Now I want you
to leave this at least an Inch from the
wall.”
Maggie whisked the dust cloth
about the legs of a chair In resent-'
ful silence.
| Here the bell rang, and, grumbling
under her breath, Maggie went to
answer It
She came back with a box from the
cleaner’s and a bill for $1.70. Helen
glanced at the bill as she went In to
get her pocketbook.
Peerless Cleaning A Dyeing Co.
Waist $1.50
Two pair Gloves 20
"Why, I thought they charged only
5 cents for cleaning short gloves,"
Helen protested, when she went to
the door to pay the boy.
“I don’t know, m’am; If’s on your
bill.”
“But I've never paid mere than 5
except for long gloves.”
The boy only twirled his cap In
differently. The amount was so small
that It would be foolish to call up
the office, so Helen handed him $1.75
—a dollar bill, 50 cents and a quar
ter.
"I ain't got no change,” starting to
put the money In his pocket, plainly
Implying that he expected her to say,
"Keep the nickel.” At any other time
Helen might have said it, but she had
no Intention of saying it now.
"Burelv you’ve got 5 cents."
"No, ma’am, I ain't got nothing.”
"Then give me back that quarter!”
Helen's hesitancy to ask a favor of
Mgggle Just now was overcome by
her determination not to let that boy
take advantage of her, for she knew
he would not have been sent out
with C- O. D. packages without a
cent of change. “Maggie,” she call
ed, "can you change a quarter?”
But Maggie had only a dollar bill
and 15 cents. There was a gleam
of satisfaction 1n the boy’s eyes,
which Increased Helen’s determina
tion tint to give him the nickel. She
rang for the elevator hoy, but he,
too, had no change for a quarter.
go, after all. Helen had no choice
but let the hoy keep the nickel.
Her cheeks burnt angrily as she
closed the door. The Incident had not
served to lessen her Irritation.
Everything had gone wrong that
day. She had gotten up with a dull
headache. The night had been warm
and sultry, she had not slept well, and
when morning came her hack ached,
her head ached and she felt more
tired than when she had gone to bed.
All day everything had seemed to
contrive to irritate her. And now as
she opened the box from the cleaner's
she felt certain that something would
be wrong.
The waist was a dark Jtlue chiffon,
they had pressed It badly, and the
lace collar was torn where one of the
collar-bones had been shoved through.
The gloves were stiff and two of the
buttons were gone.
Why had she not examined them
before she paid the hoy? Helen
tossed the box, Waist and all, on the
bed with a strong desire to cry. Why
must everything go wrong to-day?
Very Irritable.
“Oh, get out of the WAY, Pussy
Purr-mew!" as the kitten, playing
with a piece of crumpled paper, al
most tripped her up.
The added Irritations had increased
her headache, and with a wretched
sense of discomfort Helen now sat
down by her sewing basket to mend
the waist. Of course, the scissors
were not there, and she had to get up
to look for them. Then Pussy Purr-
mew knocked off her thimble, and
Helen slapped her sharply.
she mended the lace collar, and
tried to prize up the hooks that had
been carelessly ironed down. The
scissors slipped, and she sucked her
hurt finger with angry tears. Then
she sewed the buttons on the gloves
and started to try one on. But they
seemed to have shrunk. The stiffened
kid split suddenly across the palm.
Bolling with Indignation, Helen
went over to the phone and deter
minedly rang up Mrs. Thurston.
"Didn't you say the Peerless Clean
ing Company did such beautiful work
for you? Well, they’ve simply
RUINED some gloves for me—a
brand-new pair that'd never been
cleaned before. And they tore a waist
-and ironed down all the hooks!
* * * Oh, no—I know It’s not your
fault. I didn't mean that. • * * No.
of course not. But I thought I ought
to tell you."
Oh. WHY had she called up Mrs.
Thurston? It had only made filing*
worse. Mrs. Thurston had plainly re
sented it, declaring stiflly that 4h»
was very sorry she had recommended
them.
The phone rang again. Thinking l»
was just ringing off, Helen did not
answer. But she smiled on persist
ently.
"Hello! Who?” Helen called sharp
ly. "Mr. Robinsky? What number
do you want? Oh, you've got the
wrong number.”
Helen's pent-up exasperation bad
now reached a point where it de
manded an outlet. She called angrily
for the manager's office.
"Hello! I want to make a com
plaint. This bell Is CONSTANTLY
being rung for the wrong number.
Just this morning I’ve been called
three times. Something MUST be
done! I WON’T be annoyed this
way!”
The manager promised to report her
complaint and to see that she had
better service.
Another Disappointment.
While she was phoning Maggtohad
put some mall on the desk besfde her.
A summer resort booklet and a carpet
cleaning ad Helen threw Impatiently
in the waste basket.
Warren was late, It was after T
before they sat down to dinner. For
once Helen made no attempt to be
cheerful nor to make conversation.
“What’s wrong with you?" he de
manded briefly.
“Oh, dear, it’s been the most trying
day—E’VERYTTIING’S gone wrong!
I don't think I’ve ever felt so irri
tated and so depressed!”
“That’s cheerful, and I lost a cool
three hundred to-day,"
“Three hundred dollars! Oh,
WARREN! How—how did It hap
pen?”
"Oh, a firm, Parker & Simms, that
I thought was perfectly good, went
up. Bankrupt notice out to-day."
"And you’ll not get ANY of it?”
“Certainly not. That’s why they
went into bankruptcy—to get out of
paying their debts.”
"Why, dear—that’s not honest t"
"Oh, isn’t It?” sneeringly. "That’s
enlightening.”
“But don’t some bankrupt firms
pay a percentage of their debts?”
“Well, that bunch won’t," grimly.
Three hundred dollars! Woman
like, Helen began to think of all three
hundred dollars would buy. The little
worries of the day seemed so trivial
now.
A Big Loss.
The badly cleaned waist—fhe ruined
gloves, she could have bought a
hundred and fifty pair of gloves for
three hundred dollars I Then she
thought of how long it would take
her to save that much money. Her
very soul was filled with consuming
rage against Parker & Simms.
"Eat your dinner,” scowled Warren.
"No use sitting there mooning over ft.
Can't do business without losing some
money. Guess the three hundred
won’t break us.”
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