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EIGHT “The Story of Waitstill Baxter” 1 *< V BV //!l „ r Copyright, 1913. by HATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN Kite Douglas Witfglu ~^'c. . Author of "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm” PROLOGUE. Strength and interest of quiet live* in the New England oj three-quartera of a century ago provide the framework of “The Story of Waitstill Baxter." That i* the skeleton. The flesh and blood of human beings, living and lovtn ;> and moving in a world of their own that is a miniature picture of the greater world out side, are also there. The story is a cross section of life as seen and described by a woman who has been well culled “America's greatest living woman novelist." Amid the hills of New England are many men and women like Waitstill and Patience Baxter and their father, Ivory Boynton and his afflicted mother and funny Cep / as Cole, who wont hopefully, but with small chanci of succe-.s. They find their way into books but seldom, for it takes a master hand to describi faithfully the doings of reul people. Ana that is the reason why “The Story of Waitstill Baxter" has won highest praise from critics who know a good book w h f/iev see one. (Continued from Tuesday.) “Nobody cun hear u* in tills out of the way place. It'* «*n*y enough to see that the women weren't naked to Kiiv anything when the men Mettled where the liouaea should he built. The men weren't content to stick them on the top of a high hill or lihlf a mile from the stores, hut |iut them buck to the main mud. inking due care to rut the aluk window where their wives couldn't see anything. even when they were wushtng dishes " “1 don't kuow that 1 ever thought about It In that way.’’ Anti Waltstil looked out of the window in a brown study, while her hands worked with the dandelion green* “I've noticed It but 1 never supposed the men did It Intentionally." “No. you wouldn’t." said Patty, with tha pessimism of a woman of ninety aa she stole an admiring glance at liei slater. Patty'a own face. Irregular, piquant, tantalizing, had Its peculiar charm, and her brilliant skin and hair no dazzled the masculine beholder that be took note of no small detect* lint WaltsUll was beautiful beautiful even In her working dress of purple calico Iter single braid of hair, the Fox well hair, that In her wa* bronze aud In fatty pale auburn, wus wound once around ber tine lieud and made to stand a little aa tt went across the front. It wan a simple, easy, uueon •clous fashion of her own. quite dilTcis •nt from auything done by other worn en lu her time and place, and it Just suited her dignity aud serenity. It looked like a coronet, but It was tin way she carried her head that gave you the fancy, there were such spirit and pride lu the poise of tt on the long, graceful neck. Her eye* were us clear aa mountain pools shaded by rushes, and the strength of the face wits sot tened by the *weetue«* of the mouth fatty never let the couver*atlon die out for many second* at a time, and now abe began nguiu: "My sudden rages don't match my name very well; but. of course, mother didn't kuow how I waa going to turn out when she called me Patience, for 1 waa nothing but a squirming little bald, red trnby But my name really Is too ridiculous when you think about It." Waltsttll laughed aa ahe said; "It didn't take you loug to change it. Per haps Patience waa a hard word for a baby to nuy. hut the moment you could talk you said 'Patty waula this' aud •Patty want* that.' ■ “Did Patty ever get ItT She never baa alnce. that's certain! And look at your name it's 'Waltstlll.' yet you never atop a moment- When you're not In the shed or barn or chicken bouae or kitebeu or attic or garden patch you are working in tba Sunday •cbool or tbe choir.” It seemed aa if \\ altstill did not In tend to answer thla arraignment or ber activities Sha rose and crossed tba room to put the pan of greeu* iu the sink, preparing to wash them Taking tbe long handled dipper from tbe nail, ahe paused a moment lief ore plunging it Into the water pall, paused and leaning ber cllsitv on a corner at tba shelf over the aluk. looked Mead lastly out Into tbe orchard. Patty watched her curiously and was Juki, going to offer it penny for her thoughts when Wnltutlll midden ly broke (be brief alienee by saying: “Yen, I tint always busy. It’a better bo, but till the Name, Patty. I'm wait ing- Inaide! I don't know for what, but 1 always feel that I am walling!" CHAPTER V. A Kir*. IIAIX we have our walk In the Hoods on the Kdgewood aide y M of the river. |us| for a change. Patty' - '' sngysfed her sister. "The water Is so high tills year that the river will he splendid \Ve call Rather our dowers In the hill pasture, and then you'll lie quite near Mrs. Loyuton's and can carry the nosegay there while I come home ahead ot you itnd get supper I'll lake today's egg' to father's store on the way and ask him If lie minds our Having a little walk. I've an errand at Aunt Abby’s that would take uie down to the bridge anyway.” "Very well," suid Patty somewhat apathetically. "I always like a walk with you. but I don't care what be ponies of me lilts afternoon if I can't go to mien's party." The excursion took place according to Waitstill s plan, ami at 4 o'clock alic sped back to her night work nud preparations foi supper, leaving Pally with n grenl bunch of early wild flow ers for Ivory's mother. Patty had left them at the I toy nt oust' door with Itpd man, who was picking up chips and ▼olonteered to take the noseguy Into the house at mice. "Won't you step Inside?" the boy aaked shyly, wishing to he polite, hut conscious that visitors from the rlllugi very seldom crossed the threshold. "I'd like to, hut I can't this after noun, thank you. I must run all tin way down the hill now or I ahan't In In time to supper." “I>o you eat meals together over to your house?" naked the hoy. “We're all three ut the table. If that mentis together.” "We never are Ivory goes off enrly and takes lunch In a pall. So do I when 1 go to school. Aunt Boynton never alts down to eat. She Just staml at the window mill takes a Idle ol something now and then. You huveu't got any mother, have you?" “No, Rodman." “Neither have I, nor any father, not any relations hut Aunt Boynton and Ivory. Ivory is very good to me, and when he's at home I'm never lone some." “1 wish you could come over and eat with sister ami me." said Patty gently. "Perhaps sometime, when my father Is away buying goods and we are left alone, you could Join us In the woods, and we would have a picnic? We would bring enough for you all sorts of good things hard boiled eggs, doughnuts, apple turnovers nud broad spread with Jelly." "I'd like It title!" exclaimed Rodman, his Idg dark eyes sparkling with an tlctpstiou "I don't have uiauy Imys to play with, atid I never went to a picnic. Aunt Boynton watches for uncle 'moat all the time. She doesn't know be has been away for years and years. When she doesn't watch ahe prays. Sometimes she wants me to pray with her, but praying *on’t come easy to me." “Neither docs it to uie." said Patty. "I'm good at marbles and checkers and backgammon and Jack straws, though." "8o am I," said l'rttty. laughing: "so we should be good friends I'll iry to get h chance to see you soon again, but perhaps I can't; I'm n go,si deal tied at home." "Your father docau't like you to go anywheres. I guess." Interposed Hod man. "I’ve heard Ivory tell Aunt Boynton things, but l wouldn't repeat them. Ivory's tmiitied me yearn and years not to tell anything, so I don't." "That's a go,si hoy!” approved Pat ty. Then as she regarded him more cloaety, she continued. "I'm sorry you're lonesome, llodman. I'd like to ms* you look brighter." “Y'ou think I've lieen crying," the hoy aald shrewdly. "So | have, but not because I've liecu punished The ren eon my eves are so swollen up Is he cause I killed our old toad by mistake this morning l was trying to see ts I could swing the scythe so's to help Ivory In haying time I've only raked after,' and I want to liegln on mowing Siam's 1 eau. Then, somehow or other the old toad came out from under the step*. I didn't see him, and the scythe hit him square. I cried for an hour that's what 1 did, and I don't care who knows it, except I wouldn't like tin boys at school to hector me. I'vi burled the toad out behind the barn and I hope Ivory’ll let me keep the news from Aunt Boynton. She crlev enough now without my telling he' there’s been a death In the family. She set great store by the old toad, and so did all of us." "It’s too bad. I'm sorry. But, aftei nil. you couldn't help It." "No, but we should always 100 l round everywheres when we're cut ting -thßt’s what Ivory says. He sajs folks shouldn’t use edged tools till they’re old enough not to fool with ’em.” And Hodman looked so wise and old fashioned for hts years that Patty did not know whether to kiss him or cry over him as she said: "Ivory's always) right. And. now, goodby. I must go this very minute. Don’t forget the pl< nlc.” "I won't!" cried the hoy, gazing aft er her. wholly entranced with bei bright beauty and her kindness. “Say. I’ll bring something, too white oak acorns, If you like ’em. I've got a big bagful up attic!" Patty sped down the long lane, crepl under the bars and flew like a lapwing over the highroad. "If father was only like any one else things might be so different!” she sighed, her thoughts running along with her feet. "Nobody to make a home for that poor lonesome little boy and that poor lonesome big Ivory, I am sure that he is In love with Wnltstlll. He doesn't know It. She doesn't know It. Nobody does but me. but I’m clever at guessing. I was the only one that surmised Jed Morrill was going to marry again. T should almost like Ivory for myself, he Is so tall and handsome, but of course he can never marry anybody. He Is too poor and has Ills mother to look after I wouldn't want to take him from Walty, though, and then perhaps I couldn't get him anyway. If I couldn't, he'd be the only one! I have never tried yet, but I feel In tn.v bones, somehow, that I could have any boy In Kdgewood or Klverboro by Just crooking my forefinger and beckoning to him. I wish—l wish they were dif ferent! They don't make me want to beckon to them! My forefinger Just stays straight and doesn’t feel like crooking! There's Cephas Cole, but he's as stupid as an owl. I don't want a husband that keeps his mouth wide open whenever I'm (nlklng, no matter whether It's spnse or nonsense. There'-. Phil Perry, hut he liken Kllen. and besides, he's -too serious for me. And there's Mark Wilson, he’s the best dressed and the only one that's been to college He looks at me all the time in meeting and naked me If 1 wouldn't take a walk some Sunday afternoon. I know he planned Ellen's party hoping I'd be there! Goodness gracious, I do believe that Is his horse coming behind me! There’s no other In the village that goes at such a gait!" It was, Indeed, Mark Wilson, who al wnys drove, according to Aunt Abhy Cole, "ns If he was goln' for a doctor." He caught up with Patty almost in the twinkling of an eye, but she was ready for him. She had tuken off her sunlsiunct Just to twirl It by the strtng, she was so warm with walk lng, and In a Jiffy she had lifted the clustering curls from her ears, tucked them hack with a single expert move meut and disclosed two coral pendants just the color of her enr tips and her glowing checks. "Hello. Patty I" the young man called In brusque country fashion aa he rein ed up beside her. "What are you doing over here? Why aren't you on your way to the iwrty? I've been over to IJmlngton and am breaking my neck to get home In time myself" “I am not going. There are no par ties for me," said Patty plaintively. “Not going! Ob. I say, what's the matter? It won't be a hit of fun with out you. Ellen and I made It up ex pressly for you, thinking your father couldu't object to a candy pull." "I can't help It. I did the best 1 could. Waitstill always asks father for me. hut I wouldn't take any chnnces today, aDd I spoke to him my self. Indeed. ! a 1 moat coaled him " "He's a regular old skinflint," cried Mark, getting out of the wagon ami walking beside her "You tnuan't call him names." Patty Interposed, with some dignity. “1 cull hint a good mauy myself, hut I'm his daughter.” "You don't look It," said Mark admlr Ingly. “Come and have a little ride, won't you?" "Oh, I couldn't possibly, thnnk you Some one would be sure to see us, and father'a so strict" v 'There Isu't a building for half a mile. Jnat Jump In and have a spin till we come to the first house; then I'll let you out. and you can walk the rest of the way home Come, do. and make up hi uie a little for tuy disappoint ment. I'll skip the candy pull If you say the word " It was sn incredibly brief drive at Mark's rate of speed and as exciting and blissful as It was brief and danger ous, Patty thought. I>td she Imagine It or did Mark help her Into the wagon differently from—old Dr. Perry, for In stnuce? Tl>* fresh lnww lifted the gold thread of her curia atul gave her cheek* a brighter color, while hei hrealh came faat through her parted Up* and her eyea sparkled at the »n eipected. unaccustomed pleasure Sin felt *o grown up. *« coo actinia of a new power. ae she ant enthroned on the lit tie wagon aeat vMark Wilson always THE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA, GA. liked bis buggies com lift size." so ilir neighbors said; ttint she mis almost courageous enough to agree to make a royal progress through the village—al most, but not quite. "Come on, let's shake the old tabbies up and start 'em talking, shnll we?" Mark suggested. "Pll give you the reins and let Nero have a flick of the whip." “No. I'd rather not drive." she said "I’d be afraid of this horse and. any way, I must get out this very minute yes. I really iniißt. If you hold N’ero 1 can Just slip down betwean the wheels Y'ou needn't help me." Mark alighted notwithstanding her objections, saying gallantly. “I "don’t miss this pleasure, not by a Jugful! Come along! Jump!" Patty stretched out her hands to be helped, but Mark forestalled her by putting his urras around her and lift lng her down. A second of time only was Involved, but In that second he held her close and kissed her warm cheek, her cheek that had never felt the touch of any lips but those of Waitstill. She pulled her sunbonnet over her flaming face, while Mark, with a gay smile of farewell, sprang Into the wagon and gave his horse a free rein. Patty never looked up from the road, bnt walked faster and faster, her heart heating at breakneck speed. It was a changed world that spun past her. Fright, triumph, shame, delight, gratified vanity swum over her In turn. A few minutes inter she heard once more the rumble of wheels on the road It was Cephas Cole driving toward her over the brow of Saco hill. "He’ll have seen Mark.” she thought, "but he can't know I’ve talked and driven with him. Ugh! how stupid and common he looks!" “I heard your father blowin’ the supper horn J<*st ns I come over the bridge," remarked Cephas, drawing up In the road. "He stood in the door yard blowin' like Bedlam. 1 guess you’re late to supper." "I’ll be home In a few minutes." said Patty, “I got delayed and am a little behindhand." “I’ll turn right round If you’ll git In and lemine take you back along a piece. It'll save you a good five min utes," begged Cephas abjectly. “All right, much obliged, but It’s against the rule* and you must drop me at the foot of our hill and let me walk up.” "Certainly; I know the deacon, 'n' I ain't hnntln' for trouble any inore'n you he, though I'd lake It quick enough If you Jest give me leave! I ain't no coward, an' 1 could tackle the deacon tomorrow if so be I had anything to ask him.” This seemed to Patty a line of con vernation distinctly to he discourage, nnder all the circumstances, and she tried to keep Cephas ou the subject of his dally tasks and Ills mother's rheu niatism until she could escape from Ills everappreclatlve society. "How do you like my last job?” he Inquired ns they passed his father’s house. “Some think I've got the ell a little dlte too yaller. Folks that ain't never handled a brush aliens think they can mix paint better 'n them that knows their trade.” "If your object was to have every body see the ell a mile away you've succeeded." said Patty cruelly. Sh. never flung the poor boy a civil word for fear of getting something warmer thHn civility In return. "It'll tone down,” Cephas responded, rather crestfallen. “1 wanted a good, bright, lastin' shade. T won't look so yaller when father lets me paint the house to match, but that won’t be till next year. lie makes fun of the yaller color same as you; says a home's some thing you wuut to forget when you’re away from It. Mother says the two rooms of the ell are big enough for somebody to set up housekeepin' In. What do you think?” "I never think,” returned Patty, with a tantalizing laugh. “Good night, Ce pliaa; thank you for giving me a lift!" CHAPTER VI. "What dreams may come.” SUPPER was over and the work done at Inst. The dishes wash ed. the beans put In soak, the bens shut up for the night, the milk strained and carried down cellar. Patty went up to her little room with the one window and the slanting walls, and Waitstill followed and said good night. Her father put out the lights, locked the doors and came up the creaking stairs There was never any talk between the sisters before going to bed, save on nights when their fa tber was late at the store, usually on Saturdays only, for the good talkers of the village, as well as the gossl|is and loafers, preferred any other place to swap stories than the bleak atmos pher* provided by old Foxy at his place of business. Patty could think In the dark. Her healthy young body lying not uncotu fortably on the l>ed of corn husks and the patchwork comforter drawn up under her chin, she could think, but for the first time she could not tell her thoughts to Waitstill. She hail a secret, a dazzling secret, Jnst like Ellen Wilson and some of the other girls who were several years older, ner afternoon’s eiperlence loomed as large in her Innocent mind as If It had been an elopement. "I hope I’m not engaged to be mar ried to hliu. even If he did"— The sentence was too tremendous to lie finished even In thought "I don't think 1 esn he Men must surely s s\ something and not take It for granted you are In love with them and want to marry them. It is what they say whet they ask that I should like, much bet ter than being married, when I'm onl; Just past seventeen I wish Mark wn a little different. I don't like his care less ways! He admires me. I can tr! that h.v the way he looks, but he ad mires himself Just as much and ex pects me to do the same. Still. I sui fM»i‘ if ... I- | nsVi ('• * girls have to forgive lots of , things when they are engaged. Mott* must have forgiven a good man; things when she took father. Any way. Mark Is going away for a montl on business, so I shan't have to niaki up my mind Just yet!" Here Sleep de scended upon the slightly puzzled, bin on the whole delightfully complacent little creature, bringing her most al luring and untrustworthy dreams. The dear Innocent had indeed no need of haste Young Mr. Marquis do Lafayette Wilson—Mark for short—was not in the least a gay deceiver or ruth less breaker of hearts, and so far as known no scalps of village beauties were hung to his belt. He was a lika hie. light weight young chap. as Indo lent and pleasure loving ns the strict customs of the community would per mlt. and a kiss. In his mind, most cer tainly never would lead to the altar, else lie had already been many time.- a bridegroom. Miss Patience Baxter's maiden meditations and uncertainties and perplexities, therefore, were deck! edly premature. She was a natunr born, unconsciously artistic, highly ex pert and Unishcd coquette. She wa all this at seventeen, and Mark a' twenty-four was by no menns a map ; for her In this field of effort yet. Btu sometimes In getting her victim into the net the coquette loses her balanci and falls In herself. 'There wasn't a bit of harm in “Marquis de Lafayette, but he was extremely agile In keeping out of nets. Waitstill was restless, too, that night, although she could not have told the reason. She opened her window at the back of the house and leaned out. The evening was mild, with a soft Wind blowing. She could bear the full brook dashing through the edge of the wood lot and even the "kerchug" of an occn alonal bullfrog. There were great mist; stars in the sky, but no moon. There was no light In Aunt Abby Cole's kitchen, but a faint glimmer shone through the windows of Undo Bart’s Joiner's shop, showing that the old man was either having an liopr of peaceful contemplation with no com panlon hut his pipe or that there migbl be a little group of privileged visitors, headed by Jed Morrill, busily discuss ing the affnlrs of the nation. Waitstill felt troubled and anxious tonight, bruised by the little dally tor ments that lessened her courage but never wholly destroyed It. Any one who believed implicitly in heredlt.\ might have been puzzled, perhaps, to account for her. He might fantasti cally picture her as making herself out of her ancestors, using a free hand, picking and choosing what she liked best, with due care for the effect of combinations; selecting here and there and modifying. If advisable, a trait of Grandpa or Grandma Foxweli, of Great Unde or Great Aunt Baxter: borrowing qualities lavishly from her own gentle horn and gently bred moth er and carefully avoiding her respect ed father's stock, except perhaps to take a dash of his pluck and an ounce of Ills persistence. Jed Morrill re marked of Deacon Baxter once, “When Old Foxy wants anything he’ll xvnit til! hell freezes over afore he'll give up." Waitstill had her father’s firm chin, but there the likeness ended. The proud curve of her nostrils, the clear, well opened eye with Its deep fringe of lashes, the earnest mouth, all these came from the mother who was little more than a dim memory. Waitstill disdained any vague, dreary, colorless theory of life and its meaning. She had Joined the church at fifteen, more or less because other girls did and the parson had persuaded her. but out of her hard life she had some how framed a courageous philosophy that kept her erect and unorushed, no matter how great her difficulties. She had no Idea of bringing a poor. weak, draggled soul to her Maker at the last day. saying. "Here is all I have man aged to save out of what you gave me!" Batty slept sweetly on the other side of the partition, the contemplation of her twopenny triumphs bringing a smile to her childish lips, hut even so a good heart was there (still perhaps In the process of making), a quick wit. ready sympathy, natural charm; plen ty, indeed, for the stronger sister to cherish, protect and hold precious, as she did with all her mind and soul. There had always been a passionate loyalty In Waltstlll's affection, wber ever It had been bestowed. Uncle Bart delighted In telling an instance of It that occurred when she was a child of five. Maine had Just separated ami cably from her mother. Massachusetts, and become an Independent state. It was In the middle of March, but there was no suow on the ground and the village boys had bnilt a bonfire on a plot of land near Unci* Bart's Joiner's shop. There was n large gathering In celebration of the historic event and Waitstill crept down the hill with her homemade rag doll in her arms. She stood on the outskirts of the crowd, a silent, absorbed little figure clad in a shabby woolen coat, with a blue knit hood framing her rosy face. Deborah, her beloved, her only doll, was tightly clasped In her arms, for Debby, like her parent bad few pleasures and must not lie denied so great a one as this. Suddenly one of the thoughtless young scamps In the group, wishing to create a new sensation and add to the general excltment, caught the doll from the child's arms and running for ward with a wild warn-hoop, flung It Into the flames. Waitstill did not lose an Instant. She gave a scream of an guish and without giving any warning of her Intentions, probably without realising them herself, she dashed through the little crowd Into the bon fire and stmtolled her cherished off spring from the burning pile. The whole thing was over In the twinkltuc of an eye. for Uncle Bart was as quick aa the child and dragged her out of the Imminent danger with no worse harm done than a ®hhl scorching. __ He .. . , future up the hill to expl.-iii uniters and protect her from a scolding. She still held the doll against her heaving breast saying, be tween the sobs: "I couldn't let my Debby burn up! I couldn’t. Uncle Bart, she's got nobody hut me! Is my dress scorched so much I can’t wear It? You’ll tell father how it was. Uncle Bart won't you?" Debby bore the marks of her ad venture longer than her owner, for she had been longer In the Are, but stained and defaced ns she was. she was never replaced and remained the only doll of Waltstlll's childhood. At this very moment she lay softly and Rafely in a bureau drawer ready to be lifted out, some time, Waitstill fancied, and shown tenderly to Patty’s chil dren. Of her own possible children she never thought. There was but one man In the woild who count ever be the father of them, and she was sepn rated from him by every obstacle that could divide two human beings. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) Standing of Clubs South Atlantic League. Clubs. Won. Lost. P. Ct Savannah 22 10 .657 Jacksonville 20 11 .645 Columbia 18 14 .562 Charleston 17 15 .531 Albany 14 16 .467 Macon 14 19 .424 Augusta 12 21 .364 Columbus 10 21 .326 Southern Leanue. Clubs. . Won. Lost. P. CL Chattanooga 18 8 .693 New Orleans 16 11 .595 Atlanta 14 11 .560 Nashville 13 14 .481 Birmingham 13 15 .464 Mobile .11 15 .423 Memphis 10 16 .384 Montgomery 11 18 .379 American League. Clubs. Won. Lost. P. CL Detroit 17 8 .680 Philadelphia 10 8 .556 New York 10 9 .526 St. Louis 11 11 .500 Washington 10 11 .476 Chicago 11 14 .440 Boston 8 11 .421 Cleveland 8 14 .364 Federal League. Clubs. Won. Lost. P. CL Baltimore 12 5 .706 St. Louis 13 9 .591 Indianapolis 11 8 .579 Chicago 11 9 .650 Brooklyn 7 8 .467 Kansas City 9 13 .409 Buffalo 7 11 .389 Pittsburg ,7 12 .368 National League. Clubs. Won. Lost. P. CL Pittsburg 15 4 .788 New York 9 6 .600 Brooklyn 9 7 .562 Philadelphia 9 7 .562 Cincinnati 11 11 .500 Chicago 10 12 .455 St. Louis 9 15 .375 Boston 3 13 .188 NATIONAL LEAGUE Boston Defeated. Score. R H E Boston 000 000 000—0 3 1 Cincinnati 100 000 00*—1 2 2 James and Whaling; Ames and Clarke. Chicago Wins. At Chicago— Score: R H E Brooklyn 000 000 000—0 6 2 Chicago 210 210 00*—6 5 1 Reulbach, Wagner, Schmutz and Fischer; Cheney and Bresnahan. Phillies Loss. At St. Louis — Score: R H E Philadelphia 000 101 100—3 7 2 St. Louis 000 300 20*—5 6 1 Marshal] and Kllllfer; Doak, Grlner and Snyder. Postponed. New York at Pittsburg, postponed; rain. AMERICAN LEAGUE White Sox 9, Senators 2. At Washington— Score: R H E Chicago 303 100 200—9 11 2 Washington 100 001 000—2 8 7 Russell and Kuhn and Schalk; Shaw, Gallia, Bentley and Henry. Postponed. Detroit at New York, west grounds. Cleveland at Philadelphia, cold weather. St. Louis at Boston, wet grounds. SEND IN BABY’S NAME TODAY WIN ONE OF THE PONY OUTFITS. Phone 236 and Ask Contest Manager 637 Broad Street. Open Evenings THURSDAY. MAT 14. COMERS WIN FROMJICERS Macon Hitters Were Helpless STesterday Before the Pitch ing of Gardin. Columbia, S. C.—Macon hitters were helpless before the pitching of Gardin yesterday afternoon while Martin was hit hard, Columbia winning the third straight game of the series, 9 to 0. The contest was featured by the field ing of Eberts, base-running of the home team and Holland's offensive work- The box score: Ma con. Ab. R. H. Po. A. B. Matthews, ct 4 0 0 1 0 0 Colby, 2b 4 0 0 2 1 0 Bowden, c.. ...... 4 0 2 4 3 0 Gonzales, 3b 4 0 0 2 3 fl Munn, lb 4 0 1 8 0 1 Stinson, rs 4 0 0 3 0 0 Firestine, ss 3 0 2 2 3 1 Ford, If 3 0 2 1 0 0 Martin, p 3 0 0 0 1 0 Totals 33 0 7*23 11 2 •Finnegan out. hit by ball batted by self. Columbia Ab.. R. H. Po. A. E. Eberts. If 5 2 2 6 0 0 Ezell, ct 2 2 1 3 0 0 Harbison. lb 3 2 1 7 1 1 Osteen, ss 4 0 1 1 2 0 Betzell, 2b 5 2 3 3 2 0 Finnegan, 3b 3 0 0 2 0 0 Holland, rs. 4 0 2 1 0 0 Chalker, c 3 0 1 4 0 0 Gardin, p 4 1 1 0 4 0 Totals 33 9 12 27 9 1 Score by innings: R. Macon 000 000 000—0 Columbia .100 151 01* —9 Summary: Stolen bases, Bowden, Harbison. Betzell, Holland (2). Sac rifice hits. Ezell. Two-base hits. Ford, Eberts. Home-run. Ezell. Double plays, Bowden to Munn; Gonzales to Munn. Struck out, Martin 2, Gardin 3. Bases on. balls, Martin 4. Left on bases, Macon 6, Columbia 8. Time of game, 1:38. Umpire, Pender. SOUTHERN LEAGUE Barons Win. At Birmingham— Scorer R H E Birmingham 000 100 11*—3 9 1 Chattanooga 000 000 010—1 5 2 Brown and Dilger; Harding and Street. Crackers 6, Billies 0. At Atlanta— Score: R H E Montgomery 000 000 000—0 7 4 Atlanta 000 101 31*—6 10 2 Case and Donohoe; Dent and Dunn. Vols 3, Gulls 1. At Mobile- Score: R H E Mobile 000 010 000—1 5 0 Nashville 021 000 00IW-3 5 2 Townsend and Schmidt; BtVgei and Gibson. Postponed. New Orleans-Memphis. postponed; rain. OTHER RESULTS International League. At Montreal 2, Providence 8. All others postponed; rain. American Association. At Milwaukee 5. Kansas City 1. Others not scheduled. North Carolina League. At Greensboro 3, Asheville 3 (called end ninth; darkness). At Raleigh 0, Winston-Salem 0 (11 innigs; train). At Charlotte 6, Durham 2. College Games. At Ann Arbor: Cornell 0, Michi gan 3. At Annapolis: Navy 18. Maryland Athletic Club 6. At Easton: Lafayette 4, West Vir ginia Wesleyan 1. At Greensboro, Ala.: Southern Uni versity 4, Cumberland University <X Southern University 2. Cumberland 4 (second game). At Macon — Score: R H B Mercer 10 12 6 Florida 5 8 3 Stevens and Clements; Shaw and Riggins. At South Bethlehem, Pa.: Villa Nova 4, Lehigh 2. At West Point: Army 3, Notro Dame a At Princeton: Williams 3, Prince ton 2 At Philadelphia: Columbia 8, Penn sylvania 5 (12 innings). At New Haven: Yale 2, Dart mouth 1.