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A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest ^ Every Lover of the National Game. $250 in Prizes for Best Solution of “The Triple Tie’’ \ |TOtT read the first eleven Installment* of the great baseball mystery story of "The Triple Tie” and now yoji have a fair Idea of the almpllclty of the offer The Georgian make* -how you may win tl«0 by working out the solution of the myatery as nearly as its au thor, A. H. C, Mitchell, has done ai you oan. Mr Mitchell ha* written the last chapter, but hie copy 1* 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 olotely approximates Mr. Mitoh- ell's final ohapter $100 will be awarded. Other prizes, making the total prize liot $250, aleo will be distributed. Here la the list of the awards: No. 1 No. 2. No. 3 No. 4 Nos. 5 to 16, each. $100 $50 $25 $16 5 Road the twelfth Installment of the great mystery story and you will not noed to b# urged to rood the succeeding diopters. The story will grip you, Ae you read, try to follow the author's channel of thought and when the time oomss for you to sit down and write that final ohapter, bo ready to win one of the big cash prizes in The Georgian's great offer. By A. H 0. MITCHELL. Copyright, 1*11, by International News Service 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 Famous Mineral Spring* Outdoor Gymnasium. Atlanta Phone ftSf)6-A. Magee’s Physical Culture Health Home CASCADE SPRINGS Prof. F. B. MAGEE. Former Physical Director of Y. M. C A., Proprietor, R. F. D. No. 1, Atlanta. On Cottages, Camping Privileges and Pavilion for Private Parties For Rent. 5Vi miles from center ol City, 2Vh miles from White hall West End car line. Tor Rates Drop Me a Card. 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. L Do You Know How to Whiten Your Skin? \ NY von’ dark, sallow ot i a swarthy complexion can be Improved and lightened by the n*e of Dr. Palmer’s Skin Whitener We guarantee Palmer* Skin Whitener to be absolutely pure and harmless. It makes the skin clear, soft and smooth, and lightens It. A trial will convince you. Price 25c, postpaid anywhere. FOR SALE BY All Jacobs’ Stores And Druggist* Generally. 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- "' < ' ■ -■ . , ' -, v $0* ■■ m 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. Jack London’s new story, ‘‘The Scarlet Plague,” begins in the American Monthly Magazine given free with every copy of next Sunday’s American. 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, 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. 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.” But Helen could not eat. 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