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4 T An Unappricia- tive Man THIRD PRIZE-WINNING STORY IN “THE TRIPLE TIE” CONTEST By By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. “E i VERY time my wife and I so out walking,” a distressed husband writes me,” she in sists upon me pushing the baby car riage. "When any of my friends see me they laugh and make fun of me. Kindly let me know if It Is a mar ried man's duty to push the baby carriage.” No, it Is not his duty. It never, since life began, was his d-uty. It is his PRIVILEGE! Whose baby Is it, you narrow- souled representative of your sax? Isn't it yours? And isn't pushing the baby carriage on the streets the lightest of the many thousand tasks that attend it? Did your wife complain during the long weeks and months she carried Jr before it was bom*? Did she fear that her girl friends would laugh at her. or taunt her? Did she feel that, she had a griev ance wnen she went down into the shadow of the Valley of Death, and returned, spent with pain, with your child tn her arms? Has she ever reproached you for the martyrdom motherhood has brought her? She doesn’t ask that ybu sit by Its sickbed through the long hours of the right v/hen every one in the house hold is asleep. She has never ex pected you to be always patient, ten der. merciful, and forgetful of self, denying yourself every comfort if that denial made life happier for your child. You Go To Sleep. When you lay your head on your pillow, it is to sink into a sound sleep. When she goes to bed it is to hover &o near the border of consciousness that the faintest sigh from the little bed near, her own awakens her. When you sit down to a meal it is to gratify your own appetite. With hei^ her own appetite js an after- thdGght. She attends to you and the child first. When you take your pleasures It Is with the thqught only of what pleases YOU. From the hour her baby comes -her amusements are those that are her child’s. You are stronger than your burdens are heavy, and she has tasks before her every hour that are greater than her strength. You know only your own aches anfl pains. She suffers both her own and every ill to which childhood Is heir. Your apprehensions are centered around self. She fears nothing for herself and all that life threatens for her child. When asked to push the baby car riage,. you were ashamed. Ashamed to proclaim by this little act that you are tfie child’s father! She not only bore all the pain alone, she Is not only alone in the wearying care of your child, but she stands alone in the pride that glorifies parenthood. The Miracle. If you were more a man and less r.u » mpty-headed peacock, you would f -.: yourself in the miracle that I ", e has brought you. and would be overcome with pride that it would hi ike-you almost maudlin. The father monkey in his cage will chatter with pride when visitors in spect the little mishapen image of himself in the mother monkey’s'arms. Every form of life, no matter how low, is proud of its offspring. You call yourself a MAN. and you are ashamed of your own child! You arc not a man. You are not of as high an order of intelligence as a monkey. You haven’t as much heart as the lowest form of creation. Push that baby carriage, and push it with pride and gratitude! I warn yop that if you persist in your pres ent attitude of shame for your own offspring some day you will find the babv carriage has grown into a car of Juggernaut. “1 LILLIAN LUCILE HARDEN, Oak Street, Decatur, Ga, WINNER OF THIRD PRIZE, $25 CHAPTER XLIV. S that you, Steve?” asked Mildred, at the phone: Yas, sum, Miss Mildred.” \Vell, just as soon as Mr. Gray re turryf, don’t fall to call me up,” she said. Couldn’t Eat It. After being kept waiting for the usual five or ten minutes, the new ar rival at the restaurant was duly eerved with the first course of the table d’hote dinner—soup.' Hestitating a moment', he glanced at his plate, then said: • “Waiter. I can’t*eat this soup.” “Then I’ll bring you another kind, sir,” said the waiter, and hastened away. The guest sighed as the second plate was placed in front of him. “Nor can I eat this soup.” he ?«aid. a trifle more emphatically 'than before. And the waiter, silent, but angry, brought yet anotner plate of soup. Whereupon the guest once more re marked in a low, emphatic tone: “Really, I can not eat this stuff! ’ But the waiter, now really angry, summoned the manager, and, to the interest of the other guests in the restaurant, explained what had hap pened. “Really, sir, this is most unusual, sir,” «aid the manager. “May I ask whv vou can’t eat any of our soups?” •“Because.” replied the guest, with a ead, wan smile. “I have no spoon!”. ’’Yas, mum. Miss Mildred.’’ “And have everything ready to start immediately after his return.” “Yas, mum, I is.” said the faithful Steve. Mr. Gray returned early on the follow ing morning and they started on the search for Gordon Kelly. ‘ Mildred was allowed to go on the con dition- that she flemain out of view until all danger was over. Indeed, you could * not have forced her to remain at home, so anxious was she to see her love'r. One of Gordon’s hints was to flash a light from a mirror so he would know to expect them, so he was not surprised at the two flashes of light, and turned- smiling to his friends. The Guard Surrenders. Not more than 10 yards away, care fully concealed from the guard but fully revealed to Gordon, crouched flve fig ures. Mr. Gray was in the lead, armed to his teeth. Cautiously they drew around to get the drop on Gordon's guard. Then they sprang forth and stated they had cofne for the prisoner, and the “prisoner” was prisoner no longer. The guard gave up his weapon and Gordon Kelly greeted his friends. Doing so, he spied Mildred behind the bush, and ran to her with the speed that rparked him such a marvelous base-run ner. Amid her squeaks of delignt, she managed to say: "Sweetheart!” And he returned softly: "Honeybunch!” Then Gordon told them about his weeks in captivity, but impressed it on their minds how considerate his cap-, tors had been. That spoke much for the mountaineers and they were turned loose on the promise not to capture Mr. Kelly again, but to help him out In the future. No one suspected that those same mountaineers would lay in wait for Forrest Cain’and the awful tragedy that happened would happen. Gordon, and his friends returned to the two automobiles which were sta tioned ab.out a quarter of a mile farther back. Gordon and Mildred sat in the one driven by Steve, with Elmer in | front. Hears of Triple Tie. ' “Say, Gordon, do you know that the ' triple tie is to be played off to-morrow?” j asked enthusiastic Elmer. “Yes, I read all my papers,” replied Gordon. They discussed it a while, and Elmer turned again to Gordon: “Hey, Gordon, let's go to New York, and you play and I’ll be your mascot.” “Suppose I -should go?” questioned Gordoh of Mildred, with a twinkle in his eye. Elmer's enthusiasm was confhgious, or Mildred would never have replied: “Yes, do, Gordon: arrive at the last jninute and snatch the Red Sox out of trouble with a home run and be a base ball hero!” • • “Well, I’m coming to see you this evening, and if I leave to-morrow I will get to New York in’time to see the last game,” returned Gordon. Just then the unsuspecting Steve set the “buzzer’’ going and the two lovers took the opportunity for a kiss. When they reached the mansion El mer said: “Gee, Gordon, wouldn’t that be dra matic to arrive and play in the last* game? “It sure would. Mildred, when can She is 15 years of age and won third prize in ‘ ‘ The Triple Tie” contest. “This afternoon at 6 o’clock. It’s 4 now. Report .on time.” "I will, Boss,” laughed Gordon. .Mildred and Elmer reached home about 4:30. Elmer's excitement was over the trip to New York and Mil dred’s oyer the reception of Gordon. Gordon arrived promptly on time. Mil dred decided she could spare Gordon a little while if he would play If his man ager would let him. Palmer was to go with him and he departed from them to get .ready his things. Then they told each other what they had been aching to tell for many weeks. "Gordon, sweetheart,” murmured Mil dred going close to him. “Honeysuckle,’’ was all he could whisper as he took her in his arms. Gordon and Elmer left early the fol lowing morning for New York and Mil dred returned home from the moun tains. The day after she arrived home, as the EA-TONE A Vegetable Compound tones the liver. PHoe 25 ©•nte, at all drug and grocery •teres. JOHN B. DANIEL, Distributor family were sitting at the breakfast ta ble they were startled out of their wits to hear, the newsboys shout: “Wuxtra! Wuxtra! All about the murder of Forrest Cain in the moun tains! Wuxtra! Wuxtra!” Farnsworth, who had seen Forrest Cain murdered, returned to Atlanta on a train two hours later. This is the story he told to a policeman, a detective and The Georgian ’reporter. Farnsworth’s Story. “I thought Forrest Cain had some thing’ to do with the disappearance of. Gordon Kelly, so the next time he left towm I determined to trail him. I had my chance this morning. We got off at a little station-in the Blue Ridge about 30 miles from Pew Creek. A cracker was holding a horse for him and as that was the only horse in the com munity I couldn’t follow him. I got out of cigarettes and suffered hour after hour until about 8 o’clock I heard a freight train coming and at the same time I heard the pounding of horses’ hoofs. Just as the train was pulling by the man jumped from his horse and seized a grab-handle. At that instant a pistol was fired from behind and the man with a terrible screech fell under the moving cars. I went to him and struck a match. It was the lifeless and mangled form of Forrest Cain. I looked toward his assassin. He blew out the light before I saw' his face and the inky darkness thoroughly concealed him. “Why did you shoot him?" I asked. “ ‘None, uv your damned business,’ he drawled in smooth, even tones. 'You walk down the track and don’t yer come back here in less than fi/teen minutes, or you will be lying by that damned cur. Then you all kin do what yer damned wanter,’ he added. "When I w r ent back he and the horses were gone and I took the next train to Atlanta.” The Deery family were shocked to say the least but Mildred felt strangely re lieved, somehow. A posse of men were put on ' the mountaineer’s trail. He was caught dis tilling whisky, but not until he was fatally wounded. In the few remaining hours of his life he told his story of the past few weeks. CHAPTER XLV. G ORDON KELLY, the baseball Idol, at bat, and the bases full. The Whlfe Sox ‘ fans” let out u groan that almost drowned the wild . cheers. Bill Smith thought he could distinguish Whisky’s shout above all the din. Whisky was certainly doing his duty to Kelly, and as the noise died down a little he began to speak. “Dat’s him! Dat’s him! Sho as I’m 1 a libbin. dat’s him! Marse Gordon goin' ! ter win dat game ?er de Red Sox! He kin do hit! He gwine do hit!” At the conclusion of this oration the j people cheered again, at least, all but j the White Sox. Bill Smith was proud j of Whisky., Kelly, having selected his bat. stepped to the plate In his Ansonlike pose. Big Ed Walsh bent double, determined 1 to put every ounce of his strength in the speed of that ball “Would Kelly hit it?” was the ques tion on every tongue. He Did Hit It! Yes! He did hit It! When his bat crashed into that ball it sounded like a ! cannon. Never had such a hit been made! The ball soared away out of reach of all hands. By the time the right fielder picked It up Kelly and the three men before him had .■scored. The previous cheers seemed’ trivial to the one that now shook the Polo Grounds. “He done hit! He done hit! But he show am a mysterioso!” shouted Whis ky. The next man was retired, but the Red Sox had won! The crowd demand ed an explanation of how he learned to play ball in such a marvelpus manner when he stoutly declared he never had seen a ball game nor played in one before his arrival in Atlanta Stahl shoved him out In the center and said: "Now, tell us all about it!” Gordon, seeing no way out of it, began speaking: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's very simple. I‘lived In my mountain home, surrounded by every luxury. I desired to play baseball, but had no comrades My diamond was laid off according i to the regulations. A correspondence school taught me what a curve, drop, strike, foul, etc., was. and I made a machine that would hurl ball* # of all ; kinds to me. I learned to bat that way. One of my servants chased the ball. I had another machine that I could touch as I left the home plate, that started It; as I returned I touched It again, that stoped It, and I could tell how long I had been. 1 could bat my balls straight up in the air or use my pitch ing machine to learn to catch. All my other knowledge I gained from the cor respondence school and from the news papers.” Gordon Back Home. The cameras and reporters sore were busy that afternoon! And when one snapped Gordon with Elmer, El mer’s Joy was complete. They remained in New York several days. Gordon went to see % bis uncle and he showed Gordon and Elmer all around. Mildred wrote them about the death of Forrest Cain and she wrote some thing else to Gordon that made him go into an ecstacy of delight. She had told her parents of their engagement and neither disapproved. Mildred knew her mother had something to do with j bringing her father around. She told him he could tell Elmer about it and that young man was happier than Gordon, if it were possible. Gordon soon came to Atlanta; their happiness was complete. In his sweet musical voice Gordon sang "Lips o' Poppy” to Mildred with her arms wreathed around his neck. “Gordon, sweetheart,” she murmured. "Honeybunch,*” he whispered. Ten Commandments for the Summer dt Girl By DOROTHY DIX W HEN thou farest forth for thy Summer vacation direct thy footsteps wisely, for what shall it profit thee to fish ever so cunningly in the waters in which no fish abide? Verily, I say unto thee, that, though there be mountains that touch the skies, or sapphire seas, or swelling hl’ls. or dimpling vales, yet is all scenery abomination and a desolation, and a Summer resort be comes as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals, if so be no eligible man abides thereat. 2-r-Consider thy apparel, for fine feathers make fine birds, and no maiden with the glad rags Is aH homely as the Lord made her. Yet be not extravagant In thy dress, lest some youth shall flee from thee, say ing: “Wherewithal shall I get the scads to doll such a one up in the similitude of a fashion plate to which she is accustomed?” 8—Before thou disporteth thyself in the ocean, consider what manner of figure and of hair nature hathr be stowed upon thee, and whether thou lookest when thou art wet like a mer maid or a drowned cat, for what shall it profit a maiden to dry her locks on the sands if so be she hath only three hairs on her head and look- eth like Winter underwear after it hath shrunk In the wash? *—P r o p ! t 1 ate ^ with fair words the old cats that Look Before knit pink sweaters on the hotel gal lery lest they arise and rend thy repu tation and tear It limb from limb, for lo, the wagging of their tongues is even as a perpetual motion machine, and the things that they do to a char acter are a-plenty. 6—Also slight not the homely girl who art a wall flower, for many such are possessed of handsome brothers, and eke of male relatives with 1913 cars, who shaft arrive in due season, yt A. Despise Not the Fat Man. and to whom she shall present thee, and so shalt- thou.reap thy reward. 6— When the musicians smite upon the band of an evening in the ball- Toom. dance not at all unless some man asketh thee, for, behold, there are many sad sights in the world, but none so woesome as the spectacle of two maidens turkey trotting together and attempting to wear on their coun tenance the look of one who rejoiceth. 7— When a youth treateth thee to ice cream soda boast not to him of • some other man who fed thee on champagne and terrapin, for by so doing thou maksst I him feel like a cheap skate, and he will pass thee up when he get- eth up the hay ride or the trolley ex cursion. 8—As thou art *** r ~’.- strong, be merci- You Bathe. ful. Consider that at a Summer hotel there are seven times seven women to one man, and that the poor youth that thou • nail- est hath, already flagged seventeen mountains, and gathered four bushels of wild flowers and visited Lovers’ Leap, and read poetry and rowed boats.- and played go If. and danced millions of -miles with other maidens before thou earnest, and he is a-weary and faiA would rest. 9— Desipse npt the fat man whose architecture Is built after the manner of a bay window. Say not unto hjm. “Go up. th*u bald head," for verily he may be a widower, with houses and lands, and aut'omobiles, and jew els wherewith to endow a wife. 10— Avoid, the snapshot fiend who taketh amateur pictures as thou wouldst pestilence or sudden death, for such a one shall take thee una ware with thy head on a manly breast. *or a strange arm about thee, and. although It causeth the merry ha-ha at the time, peradventure thy fiance, to whom thou showeth It *t home, lacketh in a sense of humor. 5 Fish Cunningly. Do You Know— i896---Marcella—1913 By F. L. S. T HERE’S a charming little maiden .With eyes so wondrous brown— Her chucks with roses ladeued, The talk of all the town. This winsome little lassie, Who to-day is seventeen, The idol of her daddy And a mother’s love supreme. Years of sunshine have you brought us, And our hearts with joy o’erflows To the great and all-wise giver For the gift He thus bestows. Happy years they have been to us; Years of joy and sweet content, And In the years before us— Where’er they may be spent— We’ll think of these blest hours, Which time can ne’er efface: So if there comes a little cupid. And his fiercest dart be hurled, To take from us our treasure, The greatest in the world ; • When comes this bold usurper, Whoever he may he, May this love through him continue Through all eternity. I AM HUNGRY TO-DAY’S COMPLETE SHORT STORY Palmer’s Skin Whitener Will Bleach Your Skin Its effect Is marvelous. If you want a clear, soft, fair skin, try It Immediately. We guarintee it pure and harmless. Postpaid^ 5 CAnywhere All Jacobs’ Stores * And Druggists Generally. Household Suggestions The best method of keeping small screws, brads and tacks from rusting is to place them in small, wide mouthed bottles, tightly corked. The bottle should be perfectly dry* before using. Sandpaper can be kept dry and in good working condition by rolling it and keeping it in a wide- mouthed jar. and screwing down the lid. When cream is only slightly sour it may be made delicious to serve with puddings, etc., in the following way. Put it into a basin with the juice of a lemon and tablespoonful of sugar, apd whip until quite stiff. This ’treatment makes it excellent, and ineiVasea the quantity at the same time. A S we came out of the fashionable restaurant a pale, thin man came toward us. He tottered with faintness as he held out his hand and said: “I am hungry.” Verdier put his hand into his pock et, took out a large silver coin and gave It to the beggar. “You are very liberal,” I remarked. “Do you know what it means to-be hungry?” he asked. “No. Do you, perhaps?” “Yes. I do, and I will tell you about it. You know’ I was poor when I firsr came to Paris, and had a hard strug gle to get on. How hard neither you nor anybody else ever knew. I w'oke up one morning in August depressed and hungry, more hungry than I can describe. I had tasted no food since the morning before. I did not have a single cent, and everything that I could pawn was gone. I did not know’ a single person who might assist me. [ rummaged through all my pockets and found nothing but a cigarette. .’T lit it apd went out. I walked through the streets, full of despair, seeing no way out of the misery. As the day passed my hunger grew and I grew ntcre and more, faint and full of bitterness. Should I really deride to | beg? Yes. Why not? My ideal? of morals were darkened by the shadow j which dimmed my eyes. “I caught sight of an elderly gen tleman, tottered toward him. raised my hat and in a low' voice confided my secret to him: “ ’I am hungry.’ . “He looked at me for two seconds. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said: His Answer. “ ’Then you * had better drink no more to-day.’ “I felt as if 1 had been struck by lightning. “Close by was a restaurant, from which came an appetizing smell of cooking. How it happened I do not know, but a moment later I was sit ting at a table inside. Shortly after ward an omelette stood before me, but only two minutes, then it was gone. Then the waiter served a steak. I realized what w’as happening and I was seized wlkh fear. I had no fnonev to pay, and 1 thought the waiters and guests were staring at me with sus pecting eyes*. “Just then somebody slapped my shoulder. “ ‘How are you?’ “I turned around and saw a pretty young woman, stylishly, perhaps too stylishly, dressed. “ ‘What can I do for you. made moiselle?’ I asked. “‘Y'ou don’t seem to remember me.’ "I searched my memory and sud denly 1 knew. She was a. young woman I had met once before at Maxime’s in gay company. “ ‘LiU,’ I exclaimed. “She sat down next to me. His Dilemma! “ ‘How kind ot you to invite me for dinner.’ sne said. “The waiter suddenly became very polite. He stood patiently, Smiling, waiting for my orders. All confused I ordered what IJli asked for. Then the fqar returned. “ ‘Y r ou don’t look happy to-night,* Lili remarked. . “I was too nervqus to answer. “‘Are you sick?’ “‘Yes, it feels very close in here.’ “What w’as I to do? Should I pre tend to have lost my pocket book? The trick was too old—nobody w’ould believe me. Should I tell Lili that 1 had not got a single cent to pay with? “Just then Lili got up and took a powder box from her bag. “ l will be back in a moment,’ she said. ‘Keep an eye on my bag, please.’ “She went out. “Looking around to make sure no body was observing me, I opened her bag with trembling fingers and took a five dollar bill. “Yes. my friend. I really look it Then I paid and we left- Lili took my arm. “'Will you please see me home?' she asked. "When I entered her apartment everything turned black around me, but mastering all my energy I over came my faintness and said:^ “ ‘Lili, I was dying with* hunger T could not have paid and they would have had me arrested- "She stared at me coldly. I went on: “ Then I took $5 from your bag.’ “‘What do you say?* "I saw the terrible change in her —the cruel expression in her eyes. Trembling with fury she searched her bag. “ My money! My money!’ she screamed. ‘I will send for the police.’ “I tried in vain to quiet her. She screamed louder still. I wanted to run away, but she opened the window and screamed: ’Police!’ “I Jumped at her, threw her down on the floor and squeezed her throat together with my bands. She turned purple in the face; her eyes bulged. Thirty seconds more and neither she nor I would have been alive to-day. “And that might all have been avoided if the elderly gentleman had given me a few pennies. “Now perhaps you will understand my generosity toward a man who says that he is hungry.” It is stated in the report of the : Marconi International Marine Com munication Company for 1912 that 700 j ships of different nations, exclusive of shins of war, are now fitted with Marconi wireless apparatus. A rifle bullet may be fired through a pone of glass, making a hole the size of the ball, without cracking the | glass. If the glass be suspended by j a thread, it will make no difference, and the thread will not even vibrate. 1 An eminent doctor says that he ha's found a cyclist's pulse to beat as high as 250 times h minute immediately after making a fast mile. TJjis illus trates the danger of “scorching.”. The boots wofn by a professional diver weigh twenty pounds each. The helmet weighs forty paunds, end the diver also carries eighty pounds ad ditional weight. Lions and tigers are too weak in lung power to run more than half a mile. The custom of throwing rice at weddings originated in China. There are nearly 2,000 stitches in a: pair of hundsewn boots. Servant (from the floor above) 1 —Me mistress says as will ye let your daughter sing this afternoon? Lady (much pIea:- i ed)-c\V'hy, cer tainly. Tell your mistress that I aip glad-she enjoys it. Servant—YeS, mum, she expects a visit from the landlord this afternoon an' stye wants sonpe excuse for askin’ a reduction In renf. Gibbs—I admire a man who says the right thing at the right moment. Dibbo—do I particularly when I’m thirsty. ' FRECKLE-FACE Sun and Wind Bring Out Ugly Spots. How to Remove Easily. Here’s a chance. 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If there is none, why do you mind itf H We have applied the remedy for others, and that is OUT business. We point, with pnde, to the college records (u our boys. Not a death or a serious case of sickness in the THIR TEEN YEARS’ history of our school. Write for a cats, log, and consider our plan. University School for Boys, Box 31 Stons MaxiS.