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A 1 i 4 THE TRIPLE TIE Man Exterminates the Wild Beasts One by One Their Married Life A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest Every Lover of the National Game. The result of a wild boar hunt on the estates of the Archduke Joseph of Austria. i $250 in Prizes for Best Solution of “The Triple Tie” Y OU read the drat eleven installment" 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 JIM by working out tha aolution of the tpyalary as nearly as Its au thor, A. H. C. Mitchell, has done aa you can. Mr Mitchell has written the Isst chapter, but hi* copy 1s sealed ’ up In a vault at the American National Bank. When all but this final chapter haa been printed. The Georgian readers will be aeked In submit to three competent judges, none of them connected with thle newspaper, their version of whal the grand denouement eltould he. To the person who most otossly approximates Mr. Mitoh- ell’s final chaptsr $100 will ba awarded. Other prizoa, making tha total priza lilt $250, also will bo distributed. Here Is the list of the awards: No. 1 $100 No. 2 $50 No. 3 $25 No. 4 $16 Nos 5 to 16, oach 5 Road the twelfth inatellment of the groat mystery story and you will net nsed to bo urged to read the succseding chapters. The story will aHp you. Ai you read, try to follow the author’s channel of thought and when the time comes for you to tit down and write that final chapter, be ready to win one of the big oash prizes in The Georgian's great offer. By A. H. 0. MITCHELL. Copyright, 1913, by International News Service. TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Kelly had to stand no end of good nattrred “Joshing'’ at the honris of his teammates, but this didn’t trouble him at ail. It was the outside publir that worried him, and he Anally went to Bill Smith with his tale of woe. The manager only grinned. “Pon t pay any attention to ’em, n kid.” he advised. “The baseball pub licise 1s mighty fickle. Aa long as you deliver the goods you will be a rega- NV( -lar tin god, bul when you lose your grip they’ll forget you quick l f enough.’’ * “That’s Just It,” exclaimed Kelly; 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 rm any good or whether I’m only a counterfeit.” “That's all right, kid, 1 ’ll take a chance on your making good. Just gtlck around and do the beet you can and don’t get a swelled head.” “Nothing Doing on Kelly.” Smith, for th* past few days, had been receiving an average of a dor. «n telegrams a day from managers of other clubs asking If he cared to dlepoae of Gordon Kelly. To all these Bmlth 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 g baseball star in Kelly and he proposed to hang on to him until he had proved himself t > he a star or had "blown up." as the Kg saving is. Newspapers are able to make and unmake a lot of things They had "made" Gordon Kelly in the twink ling of an aye. The peculiar condi tions surrounding hi* brief baseball \ career made, him a line subject for exploitation. The public had eagerly read every line printed about him. Things had reached a stage where Kelly felt that he either had to make good or jump In the river with a grindstone tied 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 in his long career os a ball player and manager of ball players had he ever seen Kelly s equal aa an outfielder No ball seemed too difficult for him to get. No riy •seemed able to get away from him. His marvellous speed enabled him to cover more ground than two ordlnn- L ry outfielders. It was only at hat that ' Smith had any doubts as to Kelly s nbllity. He wondered how the re emit would faae against the best of the Southern League pitchers Atch ison. Uemaree Wagner, West. Kox- en. Boyd, Merrlt, Oavet. 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 1» a baseball maxim that “you can’t teach a man to hit .” Smith Famous Mineral Springs. Outdoor Gymnasium Atlanta Phone 5856-A Magee’s Physical Culture Health Home CASCADE SPRINGS Prof. F. B. MAGEE. Former Phywosl Director of T. M. C. A.. Proprietor, R. F. D.Nol, Atlfcnta. Ga Cottages. Camping Privileges and Pavilion for Private Panties For Rent. 5% miles from oenter of Oi$y, 2V5 miles from White ball West End car line For Rates Drop Me a Oard. therefore made no effort to change Kelly’s style of poae at the iplate. He did, however, caution hie protege to “wait till you get a good one,” and “don’t hit at any bad ones” and gave him other Instructions of a \slrnple nature. K»*lly, as he always did, lis tened to all his manager had tg say and obeyed Instructions to the lMter. If he had seemed a wonderful fielder, his batting was no less wonderful. Ho seemed to have the eye of “Cl ient John” Titus, who never struck at a bad hall In his life. The fn_H that the pitchers he faced in practl^A v ero getting in better condition as the days passed seemed to make no difference in Kelly's stick work. He hammered everything offered him to the four corners of the ball field. With his Ansoneaque pose he was a veritable Anson when it came to hit ting the ball—and everybody knows the famous leader of the old Chicago White Stockings was 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 though he was not aware of the hub bub he had created. He treated his comrades with respect, frankly ac- knowledhig that he had everything to learn and asking their advice nnd counsel at every opportunity. Long Tom Morrissey was of great help tq him. Whal 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 in regard to himself Did she approve? His thoughts answer ed ”no” to that question. Did she care? Probably not, he told him self. Hu found himself lying awake nights, thinking of this phase of the situation, and the more he thought the more hara«se*d ho 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 as a professional ball player. So hw rang her up early next morn ing on the tele.phone and asked per mission to call that evening. “On a particular matter.” he explained. She would be pleased to have him call, wir the answer. Her voice was the same No hard feeling so far, he thought, as he hung ut> the re ceiver. “Howdy, stranger.” she remarked pleasantly in greeting him. that even ing. “Where have you been keeping yourself? We men are awfully busy, though, 1 suppos?” “To tell the truth, 1 hdve been very busy lately,” replied Gordon. “1 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 some sort I should Imagine.” “Business, in a way. yes.” he an swered ‘Tve been taking a little ex ercise.” “Exercise!” Mildred laughed gaily “That’s a funny business for a man.” Gordon funked completely. Mildred < vidently knew nothing of his hall playing and now that he had the chance to tell her all about 1t 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. Do You Know How to Whiten Your Skin? A NT very dark, sallow or swarthy complexion can be improved and lightened by the use of Dr. Palmer’s Skin Whitener We guarantee Palmer - * Skin Whitener to be absolutely pure and harmless It makes the ekln clear, *»ft and smooth, and lightens It A trial will convince you. Prloe 25o, postpaid anywhere. FOR SALE BV All .Jacobs’ Stores Aqd Druqqigts Generally. teachability and lta 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 tusks 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 Info a rug mr 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 he se^ks from his vic tims nQt 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 wal’.s, and feathers to make gay his festival scenes. This Animal Defies Man. He makes the animals that have not brains enough to match hla running pay with their lives and the garniture that nature gave them for his selfish Indulgences, his luxurious tastes, and Ills Joy in the exerefse of the irresisti ble powers of destruction with whicn his superior intelligence has furnished him. But there is one wild animal, the fearless hoar, which has defied, with unusual success, the destructive pro pensities of man. In its forest fast nesses It presents a gallant picture Helen’s Unhappy Day of Tririal Vexations Is Fol lowed bv a Real Misfortune. By MABEL HERBERT URNER. “M By GARRETT P. SERVISS. I F IT WERE possible to have a mo tion picture summing up, say in an hour’s time, the changes that the living formH 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 in 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. ,. a A 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 li? no evidence of the interfer ence of tony agency above the ordi nary tendencies of nature. But man. with his active brain, would be found taking a hand, on his own account, and upon a systematic plan, in th«k future evolution of the life of the g\phe. He would be seen gradually altering the character and the forms of various animals by sub jecting them t'q 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 V>fist film had been unrolled 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- . m mm ' , r • < '■ I ’ <7 x ... < v ^ iffy *; .’i . ■.liJ.'ty'i-'ftsxiti 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 opt 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. Dions 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, rm 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 is a glorious morn ing. George,” said thd Mani cure Lady, bursting into the shop and throwing a big cluster of lilacs onto her table. ”1 don’t know Just how a bottle of champagne 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 mortals realize how sweet *t is to live and breathe and love one another." "It’s rotten weather for my rheu matism,’’ said the Head Barber. T feel like a worm on a hook. Lay off on that lovely weather talk, and If you can't think of anything else to do, take a nap. Don’t talk to me." "I don’t care if your old rheuma tism does hurt,” said the Manicure IiOdy. "It is men like you, George, with your little yelps and groans, that takes away that transcendent love of living which is a part of every healthy and normal human being. I feel that happy this morning that I could write a love letter to John D. Rockefeller. Remember, George, we are here 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? 1 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 nails, those nails!" he half groaned. “They are too long, too long! Trim them, girl; trim them! Quickly, girl, quicklv!" "They are a little bit to the Chi nese." admitted the Manicure Lady, smilirifcly. “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. Ik 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 It that way,” said the Manicure Lady, eyeing the customer with a good deal of misgiving. "Thought? Thought? Of course, you know nothinr 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 Geor cr « is a very intelligent gent sometimes.” declared the Mani cure Lady. loya n, \ “He only gets kind to' batty when he is thinking about the races. That’s his only weak point.” "But can he really think, as I think?” demanded ihe customer. "And can you really think? lf 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 beauty!” 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, I ain’t | beautiful. Is your keepers shopping, j or something?" "1 have no keepers." said the tall man. “1 am an actor, and who ever heard of an actor with a keeper?" “I guess you’re right,” said the Manicure Lady. "I 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!” A Social Graft By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. His Opinion. Donald was art old Soots beadle who officiated in a Highland kirk where the minister, never a bright star at any time, believed 1n giving full value for the money, as 1t were, in his dis courses. A stranger once asked him his opinion of the sermons “Ah. weel," replied Donald, “you’ll no get me to say onything against them, for they're a’ verry guld. but 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'& gu t**" % . "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 his 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 Igps often by purchases for herself, and which either she needs or thinks she needs, than by* purchases for her friends. Bhe is a victim of the gift habit, the great est of all social grafts. • There is no occasion these days 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 some mischievous person as 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 recip ient by adding another name to the burden of her obligations. Easter Gifts. We have become so obseseed 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 n#re acquaintances; we must remember every birthday, or offend; we must send decorated cards expressing inane sentiments about peace and happiness every time the flag is unfurled, end 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 Ch’rtfetmas. 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. KODAKS “Th« Burt Finishing ftnd Enter*- loo Th«t C«R B* ProdMonJ.'* I Pi.sun Mi Film* And cotn- * picte stock amateur turrit ea. , „ he for out-of-town customer*. | Send for Catalog and Price Llat. A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° E D P ^ 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta. Ga. and a girl must &ve 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 be placed in the baby’s layette. There must be a gift for the christening, an anniversary wedding present for the mother; 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. If need be, rather than have It said they refused to “come across.” And that Is what I beg thev tfill 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 ol' regarding every date on the calendar as a reminder to make some one a gift. AGGIE. Tve told you so many times not to push this ta ble 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 a.s .she went in to get her pocket book. Peerless Cleaning & Dyeing Co. Waist $1.60 Two pair Gloves 20 "Why, I thought they charged only 6 cents for cleaning short gloves,’’ Helen protested, when she went to the door to pay the boy. “I don’t know, m’am; it’s on your bill.” “Blit I’ve never paid more 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 $1.76 —a dollar bill, 60 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. "Surely 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 Maggie 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 in the boy’s eyes, which increased Helen’s determina tion not to give him the nickel. She rang for the elevator boy, but he, too. had no change for a quarter. So, after all, Helen had no choice but let the boy 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 back 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 I be wrong. I The waist was -a dark blue 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 boy? Helen tossed the box, waist and all, on the bed x^ith 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 lac© collar, and tried to prize up th© hooks that had been carelessly ironed down. The scissors slipped, and she sucked her hurt finger with angry tears. Then Makes Muscle, Bone and Flesh And that’s what your growing children need—give them Faust Spaghetti often and they will surely wax strong and brawny. A 10c package of Faust Spaghetti contains as much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef—ask your doctor. she sewed the buttons on the gloves and started to try one on. But they seemed to have shrunk. The-etiffened kid split suddenly across the palm. Bolling with Indignation, Helen went over to the phone and deter minedly rang up Mrs. Thnrston. “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 faiilt. 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 firings worse. Mrs. Thurston had plainly re sented it, declaring stiffly that She was very sorry she had recommended them. The phone rang again. Thinking It was Just ringing off, Helen did ndt answer. But she smiled on persist ently. “Hello! Who?” Helen oajled sharp ly. “Mr. Roblnsky? What number do you want? Oh, you’ve got the wrong number.” Helen’s pent-up exasperation had now reached a point where ft 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 he done! I WON’T be annoyed Oris way!’’ The manager promise® te repor* her complaint and to See (hat she had better service. Another Disappointmont. While she was phoning MagghWieal put some mall on the desk besMe her. A summer resort booklet and a carpet cleaning ad Helen threw impatiently in the waste basket. Warren was late, it was after 7 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—EVERYTHING’S gone wrong! I don’t think I’ve eves' felt so irri tated and so depressed1” "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 at paying their debts.” “Why, dear—that’s not honest!” "Oh, isn't It?” sneerlngly. "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—the ruined gloves, she could have bought a hundred and fifty pair of gloves for three hundred dollars! 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 it. 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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