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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-11
CHAPTER XIV.

w THEN Gordon Kelly jumped on
wv the tail Of the express wagon
I'm Atlanta, he told the driver
to go 10 the Terminal Station. on the
way there he decided 10 effectually con-
ceal his movements. II it were possible
% do so. He wanted more time TO think.
II is true he had had several weeks IN
which he did hardly anything else than
think. but with HIS problem still un-
solved he wanted to devote some more
time TO IT, or get II of his mind alto
gether. The problem, Of course. was
Mildred Deery.
on the way TO the Terminal he got
check for his trunk from the driver
and told him to take the trunk TO the
baggage room. He paid the driver and
got of she wagon a quarter Of a mile
from the terminal. leaving il TO go on
and deliver the trunk as ordered Then
he went 10 an express office, delivered
his check and arranged 20 have the
trunk forwarded to Steve Jackson, Pew
Creek, Ga. After this was done he went
to the freight office and after a good
deal Of trouble succeeded in geeting per-
mission TO ride in the caboose o. the
night freight TO Chattanooga. one IS
sometimes able 10 arrange these things
under proper persuasion.
1t was in the gray Of the morning that
he dropped of the train. without being
noticed when II stopped al Pew Greek
Il was all Of l2-mile walk 10 his home
but he started on, and # was not until
he reached the bridge where later he
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met Mildred that he was able TO make
use Of one Of the telephones on his
property and order an automobile to
take him the rest OF the way. Steve
Jackson, his negro boy, quickly an
swered the summons, and that is the
way Gordon Kelly reached his mountain
home without anyone being the wiser.
An hour later he had Judge Barbee on
the telephone
This is Gordon" he said. II am up
home and / want particularly TO ask you
not 10 tell a soul where ! am. You can
reach me any time you wish but II you
should call please ask for Mr.. Gordon
don't want anyone to know where l
an for a while Yes. everything is all
right but I am trying 10 avoid a lot Of
annoyance. Goodbye"
With that off his mind Gordon pro-
ceeded to settle down TO his old mode Of
ife. that is as much as his troubled
thoughts would allow him TO.
The news that Gordon Kelly had left
the hospital, packed his trunk and de-
parted from Atlanta, presumably for
Boston to Join the Red Sox. was flashed
over the wires, but as the days passed
and nothing was heard of him. the BIOS.
ton management began TO get worried.
kilograms were sent 10 Atlanta, ask
Ing for information, but there was no
information to impart More kilograms
came asking the Atlanta club officials
10 locate Kelly's home and see II he
was there, but no one could be found
who knew where his home was Bill
Smith was appealed TO, but all he could
say was that Kelly had told him he
came from the Georgia mountains. This
clew. vague as IL was led 10 nothing
Two weeks passed and then the Bos-
ton club went at the matter in earnest
Il had $685. 900 tied up in Gordon Kelly,
and that was a mighty pile Of money to
put out for a bah player and not have
the use OF his services. At the end Of
the third week the case was puo in the
hands Of private detectives. and these
professionals began a systematic hunt
for the missing man. They traced his
trunk 10 the terminal baggage room.
They interviewed the expressman who
had taken Il there But that Is as far
as they got in that direction. The
trunk itself was like hundreds Of others
and the bal gaEe men. who handled moth
ing else could not place Il. There was
not enough for them 10 go on. and
three weeks is long time 10 remember
a trunk that is Ike hundreds Of others.
The detectives then went 10 the noun
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you will hear from me. Well. good-by."
She held out her hand.
wait a minute" said Gordon. I'll
be right back" He disappeared through
the trees on the run and returned in
three or four minutes. Now we can
walk to the bridge If you like"
They walked slowly and fingered on
the bridge for a while. as IL loath 10
part. Gordon looked at his watch.
GIVE me two minutes more" he said
Even as he spoke there was the sound
Of vehicle coming rapidly down the
road and presently high powered auto
mobile Of the latest model, driven by a
negro lad slowed down and stopped at
the bridge.
I'm drive my friends home, Steve
said Gordon TO the negro boy. You
wait here until 1 return"
rs this your automobile?" cried MIL
bred in surprise. Where in the world
did II come from7"
II telephoned for IT," replied Gordon,
smiling. Another within OF my fathers
He had telephones strung to every cor
ner Of the property"
Gee whiz. that's going some" OBJ
served Elmer.
Mildred said nothing. She was think
ing Of the strange Gordon Kelly. a ball
mountains and had servants at his beck
and call who brought automobiles to
him as II by magic.
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selecting a sandwich from the napkin
that held them, bit into It daintily.
Now. then, Mr.. Gordon Kelly, give
an account Of yourself" she said
What are you doing up here?"
"They had no further use for me at
the hospital, so just came up; that S
ALL" replied Gordon.
why did you come here?'
Because had no other place 10 go.
live here"
Live herer' exclaimed Mildred. Live
where?"
Right here" replied Gordon, with an
amused smile We are sitting on my
property now"
Goodness gracious. l didn't know
that" said Mildred. as though she was
doing something she ought not 10 do.
Certainly, that bridge that crosses
the brook is at the southern boundary
line"
"Oh I know. 1 know" Elmer broke in,
excitedly. THAT road that goes through
the big granite posts leads to your house,
doesn't it,"
You've guessed #, Elmer" replied
Gordon.
well. declare" said Mildred. TEL
us all about IL, Mr.. Kelly"
with pleasure, Miss Deery," laughed
Gordon. emphasizing the last two words
as though to recall 10 her mind that she
had called him by his first name not
many minutes ago, There's not much
to tell. The road leads 10 a house and
live in the house. Now, please allow
me to ask a few questions. What are
you doing up heree'
Because I had no other place to go.
live here" She smiled mischievously.
Elmer rolled on his back and kicked
up his heels.
.Ha ha. I guess she's got YOU there,
Mr.. Kelly" he said. He had been feast
ing his eyes on the great Gordon Kelly
an the while Mildred watched him with
q smile
You're right. Elmer Then, turning
90 Mildred. Gordon said:
but Just where do you live; I am
very much interested in my neighbors.
"Oh, just on the other side Of the
brook: on my fathers property
That can't be your fathers property.
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Elmer, jumping up and down in his
excitement He was a little fellow for
his age. whole souled and outspoken.
Mildred laughed and so did Gordon.
The Cat Out of the Bag.
Aren't you going to shake hands with
Mr. Kelly?" asked Mildred, for Elmer
in the sensations Of the moment, had
not seen Gordon's outstretched hand.
The lad dropped the FISH he held and
put his small hand IN that Of the tall
young man There was only five years
difference in the ages Of the two, vet
one was a little boy and the other a
full grown man.
~ am glad TO meet you" said Cor
don, pleasantly But how did you know
nay first name?"
"Oh. I read all about you in the pa
pers and have seen your picture doz-
ems of times Besides, Mildred and l
have talked about you"
"Elmerr'' exclaimed Mildred blush
ing furiously
1--WE did, too, just as We we're start
ng out this morning You know we
did"
1Ou Qlu tUe ldlhlub dbtuN MI ANtl-
y. il I'm not mistaken" returned Mil
bred However ! guess there was no
harm done. and as I'm getting hungry,
suggest we change the subject and
have something 10 eat. Won't you Join
s. Mr. Kelly"
Thank you, but I'm afraid have
allen into the BAH players habit Of
wo meals a day-a late breakfast and
hearty dinner at night"
I'VE win allow you TO sit with us
and watch US eat then" said Mildred
"Or would you prefer to resume your
dshing?"
'I guess not" laughed Gordon He
knew he would have to begin all over
gain with Mildred, but he felt sure Of
Eomself now. I'm just gather up my
cd and net, however" he added Il had
a fish nearly landed when 1 saw you, but
forgot al about him
They were soon comfortably seated
der "a huge oak tree Mildred, with a
shy glance at Gordon, pulled her short
rrt down as far ms it would go, leaned
Jack against the trunk Of tree, and,
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THE question Of sending a wedding
gift must be decided by friendship
A or obligation In the first instance
there is the ratJral wish 10 please a
friend. ard iu the ether case one may be
indebted 20 the bride or bridegroom
or to their families for kindnesses or
Inequalities Those who are invited
TO home wedding cr a wedding recep-
ton usually send gifts, although there
is no absolute rule 10 be followed as 70
this As e. IS suorrseo 20 be a special
compliment TO be hidden 10 a home
ceremony, a guest likes Ia return the
courtesy by a gift. However simple IT
may be
A gifr is sent iUv5riahly 20 the bride,
even 'houei She nay rot 5e known per-
snraIly to he giver. The custom Is 70
seuu a gift directly from the place where
II IS purchased. The visiting card Of
the giver is enclosed IN a small envel-
ape and placed inside Of the box con-
aiming the present A brief line ex-
pressive Of good wishes may be writ
ten across the top OF the card. II the
giver is a friend specially interested.
Wedding gifts are marked with the
initials Of the brides maiden name.
In regard TO the display OF wedding
presents there is a division OF opinion.
Some persons consider Il ostentstious
to show the gifts, OF that IL destroys
sentiment TO have critical eyes exam
ming these offerings, others prefer TO
share their pleasure with their friends
and are glad TO give evidence Of the
goodwill and the generous attention
they have received
When a wedding takes place in the
country and friends are expected from
a distance. the custom is 20 show the
presents on the wedding Gay, or II the
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The Faster They Go

Professor Barry once amused Judge
Ball by an application on behalf Of 8
man who was a dealer in horses and
sugar sticks. The incongruity Of his
avocations struck the Judge. who re-
marked
What a strange combination Of
trades"
Il see a close resemblance between
horses and sugar sticks" said the
witty barrister.
In what way?" inquired his lord
ship.
The more you lick them the faster
they 90" was the reply
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Riding on a Receipt

Mark Twain's story OF Horace
Greeley's handwriting has a parallel
in this. from a railway conductor in
Missouri TO the president of the road.
The conductor wrote:
"A farmer has been riding on this
pass for about a year. Do you want
him to continue TO use it2'
The president put on his glasses,
looked the paper over carefully, and
said.
Why, this is not a pass. 1t Is a
receipt I gave the fellow for load
Of wood about a year ago."
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club, having a fortune invested In the
player. was taking no chances in losing
him on a technicality OF baseball law
If any question should ever arise.
II ever the Red Sox needed Gordon
Kelly II was in the period in which the
detectives searched for him high and
low. They we're going bad" as the
baseball phrase has It. Joe Wood, the
champion pitcher. was injured early in
the season and was out Of the game for
several weeks. Their first Western trip
was disastrous. and toward the close OF
ii Larry Gardner, their star third base
man, sprained his ankle and went around
on crutches for a long time, his ankle
IN a. cast At the close OF the Western
trip they we're sixth In the American
League pennant race, a sorry showing
for worlds champions. The Philadel-
phia Athletics we're out In the lead, with
the Cleveland and Washington teams
next. II the Red Sox were TO do any
thing II was time 20 be up and doing.
Jake Stahl. the manager. stayed at bona
during the trip. An operation on his
foot kept him away from the ball neld
for many days. Altogether they were
sorry days for the Red sox. and their
supporters began TO lose heart
But In spite Of the fact that the Boston
! club had Withdrawn its detectives from
the search for Gordon Kelly, interest In
ance did not abate. There was always
some fresh clew 10 start the ball a-roll-
ing again. These we're run down, one
after another. Every few days dis
patch would come out Of some town in
Texas, or Colorado, or Wyoming or
Maine that no one had ever heard OF.
containing the information that Cor
don Kelly had been found Sometimes
he was In a starving condition, some
times he was working as farm hand
or in a factory. Investigation proved in
every case that the wrong man had
been found.
10 Be Continued Te.nnorroR.
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It is owned by the Southern Land &
Development Company
"Galen Deery is the Southern Land
& Development Company" replied Mil
dred with a little toss Of her head.
with a little toss OF her head.
ooh, I see" unused Gordon.
And I guess YOU don't own this prop
erty, either" declared Elmer, who would
stick up for Mildred If it came TO a
question Dads got map and IT says
this land is owned by the Prescott Trust
Company"
Gordon laughed
You win all the arguments, Elmer
he said. "You are right. 1t was
whim Of my fathers to put all his land
in a companys name. But now that
we've found each other out / hope It
won't make bad neighbors Of US
I'VE will have to see about that" re-
piled Mildred, with a sly look.
Mildred Bushes.
Now / begin to understand" exclaim-
ed Gordon. You live in that house
they we're finishing when ] went to At
lanta"
SAY, Mr. Kelly, you didn't do a thing
to them down there. did you?' broke In
Elmer Say that last hit you made
was a corker, wasn't IT? You remem-
Der, Mildred, you were there
Mndred's face grew crimson.
You little turncoat, you were on my
side a minute ago." was all she could
say in her embarrassment
That's all right, I'm with you now
said the lad. But II was mighty good
Of her, wasn't IT, Mr.. Kelly. 10 run out
on the field TO help your
Indeed It was. Elmer" replied Cor
don, soberly. lie had meant TO tell her
so at the right time, but now he noted
Mndred's confusion and turned the sub
ject quickly by asking:
what luck did you have this morn
ing?"
That gave the lad a chance TO tell all
about the mornings sport. He found
Kelly knew all the best pools as he mad
hshed every rod Of the stream year after
year Gordon told them tales Of his
hunting in the mountains that made
Elmer's eyes glisten Mildred listened
dreamily. There was no intimate con-
there could be n the lad was not pres
ent But that would come. She longed
to have Gordon tell her all about him
self. but the pleasure Of anticipation is
always great.
A Surprising Young Man.
The time passed all too quickly, and
il was after 4 o'clock before they realized
H. Mildred spoke Of going home. Cor
don jumped TO his feet and helped her to
arise.
You will let me see you again soon?'
he said
"Oh. yes" she replied and then
paused a moment But not for a day
or two / win let YOU know Have you
a telephone. Ring three times? ] will
L Il u
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Never Heard of Him.

The sleuths even stopped ct Pew
Creek between trains. but those persons
OF whom they inquired truthfully told
them they had never heard OF a Gordon
Kelly and they we're positive no such
man lived In that vicinity The detec-
ttves then went back 10 Atlanta 10 make
fresh start. There they hunted up
Galen Deery. but that gentleman in
formed them that he hadn't the faintest
idea where Gordon Kelly was; that he
had never seen him but twice In his life
and had no interest in him whatever.
Deery was still smarting over that
episode Of the ball field in which his
daughter figured AS the detectives
knew Of no connection between Gordon
Kelly and Judge Barbee. the latter was
not troubled with a visit from the
sleuths
There was one man who could. at
least. have told where Gordon Kelly's
home was, had he felt so inclined. That
man was Forrest Cain, but he kept his
mouth shut for reasons of his own. The
cards were running badly for that young
man and he was playing a waiting game
as gamblers do, hoping for change Of
luck.
Al the end Of a month, or seven weeks
after Gordon Kelly disappeared. the Bos-
ton club called IN their detectives and
abandoned the search on the first and
fifteenth Of each month, however,
check for Kelly's salary was drawn and
mailed TO his last known address IN
Atlanta They were all returned 70
writer al the end Of five days" The
checks were saved in the safe 81 the
Boston club. remaining unopened In the
envelopes they were mailed IN. The
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The Patience of Job.

Boy-Pa. was Job a doctor
Fatter-Not that Z know Of
Boy-Then why 60 people have so
much 10 say about the patients Of Job2
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SYNOPSIS

Gordon Kelly, a mountain boy of
Georgia, goes to Atlanta. He be-
comes the sensation Of the baseball
world through his marvellous playing,
although he said that he had never
played a game before arriving in At
lanta. He is bought by the Boston
American League Club for $50. 600.
Kelly incurs the enmity of Forrest
Cain, a wealthy ne'er- do-well, at
the same time winning the friend
ship and love sof Mildred Deerv.
daughter Of an Atlanta banker. KEEL
~ is hurt in 2 game and Mildred
runs TO his assistance. He RECEIVERS.
leaves the hospital and mysteriously
disappears. He is not heard from
for months. Mildred admits to her
self that she loves Kelly Her faith
er dislikes the publicity given Mil
dred's assistance to Kelly on the
baseball field. He gets Mildred TO
agree to go TO the mountains. Cain
follows Mildred and calls upon her.
While Mildred is fishing she suddenly
comes upon Gordon Kelly.
Now go on with the story.
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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-11
BY A. H. G. MITCHELL.
Copyright. 1918, by international News
Service.
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XIV.

~ ORDON KELLY held Mildred Deery
in his embrace a full minute. may
- be. Her head rested on his breast
and she felt his heart beating like
triphammer. At last she sighed happily
and, raising her head she smiled family
in his serious face.
Gordon" she murmured won't you
say something?"
Gordon gulped once or twice convul-
sively. He tried TO talk, but his voice
broke on the first syllable He tried
again.
Mildred, dear" he said, hoarsely.
can It be you? 1 can't believe IT,
have been thinking Of you and only you
for six long weeks. I tried to find you
and
How hard did you try7" Mildred
interrupted. She released herself from
his arms. She was beginning to recover
herself
why, Mildred, called up your house
Just as soon as they would let me. I
called up every day for more than a
week and then every other day and then
every three or four days and l always
received the same answer You had
gone away and they didn't know where
you were or when you would return. 1
did all I could. I couldn't move for
some time and r.
And you finally stopped" calling up
altogether. Well, l don't think you
made much OF an effort. Didn't II oc-
cur to you TO call up my father or my
mother. II you were so much inter-
ested?"
Oh she rary-arsifv - v-oy,,op 70 Mn
bred Deery were to confess it. her
thoughts had been on Gordon Kelly al
most constantly for the six weeks since
last she had seen him. Here he was in
flesh and blood standing before her, and
she was now apparently trying to fret
him.
"I-I-dont know much about these
things" he stammered. What have ]
done. Mildred? l onlv--"
An interruption.
81 got him, Mildred! I got him." yell
ed the voice OF Elmer Shepard in the
distance. II knew there was a big fell
low in there. Where are you, Mildred %
They could hear him crashing through
the undeThrush. Mildred moved a few
PAGES away from Gordon. Presently FL
mer bounded over boulder and came
into view on the other side Of the brook.
He stopped short at seeing the stran-
ger.
Keep right on. Elmer, and we will
meet you in the road and then we viii
go to the oaks and have luncheon" said
Mildred. She had forgotten all about
the lad. but now, mischievously enough,
she welcomed his presence. Gordon, too
felt the tension relax. The lad, coming
on the scene. would give him a breath
ing spell and allow him time to collect
his wits that Mildred had so ruthless
~ scattered.
Picking up her fishing tackle, Gordon
assisted Mildred up the embankment
that bordered the road. Elmer was
there before them. He held a large
fish by the gills on one finger and
proudly displayed his catch.
Elmer" said Mildred, this is my
friend, Mr.. Kelly We met in the
most
Gordon Kelly Gee Whit" exclaimed
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tains but II was like hunting for
needle IN a haystack. Many persons In
the uplands had heard Of Gordon Kelly
the ban player. hut they were positive
he didn't live anywhere IN their section.
The detectives searched the county tax
lists There was not Kelly on them
They began TO believe that Gordon Kelly
was a fictitious name. II that were 50,
hunting for a needle In a haystaek
would be easy in comparison with their
task
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~ ORDON KELLY held Mildred Deery
y in his embrace a full minute, may
- be. Her head rested on his breast
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PATHFINDER CAR
Is Earring
E PASO
Coast-tO-COast Tour Expected to
End About October 15-Enthu-
siasm Marks Progress.

Pathfinder E. I. Ferguson. who is
conducting the campaign fnaugurated
by Hearst's Sunday American for an
ail-the-year trsnscontincntal high
way, reached Mineral Wells. Texas,
Monday night, according to dis
patch received Tuesday morning
The tourists are now speeding to-
ward Fl Paso on the long auto run
C Los Angeles and San Francisco
Enthusiasm { ntinues to mark our
progress all along the route" states
Mr.. Ferguson, and there have been
escorts practically all the way
through this section Of Texas. The
secretary Of the Texas Auto Associa-
ton piloted US from Dallas to Fort
Worth, where members of the local
auto club took US in hand and escort
ed US over the new million dollar
Tetrolithic road extending across
Tarrant County"
Mr. Ferguson and members Of his
party spent the night at Mineral
Wells Monday and resumed the jour
rev toward Fl Paso early Tuesday
morning. Barring accidents, the par
ty should reach its destination about
October / 8.