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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-27
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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-27
THE TRIPLE TIE
A Story for Baseball Fans That Will Interest
Every Lover of the National Game

Of the National League in the annual
series Of games for the worlds cham
pionhhip The first week in October
had gone by. the season was growing
late and il was imperative that things
should be hurried to a conclusion.
The Boston club wired one of its
stockholders who lived in Chicago, c.
NJ. Randle, to act for the Red Sox
The Philadelphia club selected Presi-
dent T. NJ ChivingtUn of the Ameri-
can Association OF Baseball Clubs
whose headquarters were in Chicago,
to represent them, while Charles A
Comiskey, owner Of the Chicago
White Sox, represented himself These
three men met in President John
sons office in the Fisher Building.
Chicago. on Monday morning, Octo-
her 6. at 10 O'Clock. Johnson opened
the meeting with these remarks:
Gentlemen. it is absolutely neces-
sary that the triple tie be played off
on neutral grounds. It is also alb
solutely necessary that no time be
lost in beginning the series. Am
right?"
The three representatives made
sign Of assent.
Il knew that you would agree with
me, so last night | got into communi-
cation over the long distance tele-
PlADAiN Win AtHlAtul hampstead OF
the New York National League Club.
and have secured his consent to play
Off the triple tie on the Polo Grounds,
New York If this meets your ap-
prevail What is your pleasure, gen
tlemen?"
Il move the triple tie be played off
on the Polo Grounds" said Comiskey.
Second the notion" said Randle
Looks as though / would be out
voted II l opposed" smiled Chiving-
ton, but as a matter of fact / hear
tily agree with you gentlemen. The
Philadelphia Club votes for the Polo
Grounds"
THE next question to be settled :"
said Johnson, rs the schedule. There
are but two ways Of settling it, The
first is to draw lots to determine
which two clubs shall play the first
game and the second is to select the
teams arbitrarily on the ground of
expediency. If the second plan were
adopted, the Boston and Philadelphia
clubs could start right in tomorrow
afternoon and play the first game,
while the Chicago Club was travelling
to New York on the fastest train.
This plan would work a slight hard
ship on the Chicago Club, because It
would have to play the loser of the
first game on Wednesday afternoon
after a tiresome ride on the train. I
would like your views on this ques-
ton"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-27
CHAPTER XIII.

TRIPLE tie, Never was there
"A such an ending of a cham
\ pionshlp pennant race. Pos
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for the instrument. II I buy It, l am
taking a risk. | do not like to handle
musical Instruments"
The musician bent his head over
the beautiful violin. He passed a ten
der hand over the satiny wood, fiicked
a string that vibrated with almost
human melancholy and then laid the
instrument in its case
1T is yours for that price," he said
quietly, but Elsie read in his tone
despair and almost agony at the part
ing with an instrument that was
doubtless his means OF livelihood, for
Spohr was rather shabbily dressed
and thin and pale, as though he we're
recovering from some long illness or
had been insuffciently nourished.
Elsie's tender heart was wrung with
pity at this little tragedy being en-
acted before her. Many times she had
read tragedies and romances in the
antiques Of her curiosity shop. Now
she was witnessing a real heart
breaking drama.
Fascinated, she saw the proprietor
count out a roll OF bills TO the violin
lst, and triumphantly bow out the de-
iected young man.
by the time the proprietor had re-
turned to the violin Elsie was stand
ing beside him.
This is for sale?" she asked quiet
ly.
He nodded. you saw that young
man?"
"Yes--I heard what was said," she
returned.
you didl" he frowned. "He Is
Spohr tho violinist He has been sich
in the hospital and must have money
so he sells me this--I am taking &
chance, Of course" he said, looking
at her under his beetling brows.
you mean It may be a poor instru
ment?"
| Again he nodded. "It may be 4
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as a giant.
Three more days passed and then
the trio went fishing in the lake.
Three persons are not too many to
fish from the same skiff if one Of
them does not catch a little sunfish
weighing about an ounce and jump
around and upset the craft. That's
what happened.
Miss Molly could swim, and she
headed away for shore, but Miss Ad-
die went down like a bag of sand, and
II was the sawed-off hero who diyed
and brought her up and clung to the
boat until his sister brought another
TO their rescue.
20, I don't know" replied Bob an
hour later when thanked. Il just hap
pened to be on the spot, you see.
Having such long legs, I'm natural
swimmer"
Long legs! Miss Addie smiled,
Then she became serious. Was she
near-sighted? Was Bob Harmon en-
titled to be called long legs" instead
of duck legs?" It might be.
At any rate, she measured him with
her eye and decided that he had
grown an inch in the last "a hours.
It was in the middle of the third
week that the climax came. The
three we're out in the auto when they
encountered an automobile with two
young men riding in It.
They we're heard for some distance
singing a ribald song. AS they drew
nearer they became more boisterous
and seeing two girls and small boy
in the other machine they halted theirs
in a narrow spot and blocked the
way.
What is ft?" asked Bob Harmon
as he stood up.
Don't be scared bub-no one is go
ing to bite you" was answered.
! "But you are obstructing the road.
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A SAWED-OFF HERO


veranda and the autos so by it will
be poor me-"
Miss Addie had a mental picture of
brother Bob sitting there with his feet
six inches above the floor, and laugh
ed. She also recovered her speech
and began to tell how happy she was.
AS a matter of fact, she had no
business to be either astonished or
disappointed. II brother Bob and the
rest of the world were suited she had
no objection.
The young man laid himself out to
be nice and succeeded. After three or
four days his sawed-offness didn't
look so sawed. BLY, thinking of a man
seven feet high all the time the girl
managed to make herself believe that
Bob was at least 5 feet 6.
Love him. Mary him? Never, while
water flowed and clocks ticked! Nice
Bob, what there was of him, but there
was only about half enough
On the fifth day of her visit, and
while Miss Molly was taking her mu-
sic lessons, the visitor strolled down
the highway. Brother Bob would
have strolled with her, but she lodged
him The first he knew of her abb
sence was when he heard her scream
and ran into the road to see a husky
tramp holding her by the arm.
The sawed-off man made about Ia
] jumps and sent that Weary Willie in
| to dreamland by blow on the chin
/ knocked him out as neatly as Jeffries
could have done, aud didn't bras
about It, either. He explained that II
was a little way he had, and let II
go at that.
As soon as Miss Addie got over hel
scare she looked long at brother Bot
and finally made up her mind that h'
must be at least 8 feet 8. She alsC
found herself almost believing that Z
sawed-off had a right to live as vel
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WYNN VVVVVVVV'V'V V'VVVVV VV'VVVVVVVVV "


What he did say to her in<his
amazed surprise neither Of them ever
remembered. When they parted it
was with the knowledge that each
had found friend.
Gustav Spohr had expressed his
gratitude so delicately, so gracefully.
that Elsie parted from him with one
doubt as to the wisdom of her inn
pulsive action.
He had told her gently that he
treasured her kindness above every
thing that had ever happened to him,
and that the return of his violin
would enable him to resume his posi-
tion with the theater orchestra, OF
which he had once been soloist; with
not only regain that position, but lat
er on hoped to appear in concert.
After that, there we're many dc
lightful musical treats in store for
Elsie Chaplin. Tickets had a pleas
ant habit of dropping into her mail,
and many times she went to hear GUS
tav Spohr play.
Once a month he sent her a pay
ment on the 800, and she was almost
! disappointed when the debt was can
| celed The obligation, he said. never
could be paid.
The day they we're married, Gustav
| took Elsie to her curiosity shop and,
to her delight purchased the old escri-
toire which she loved, and behind
which she had been hidden when she
first saw him.
Il can't find any old love letters
or even a withered hose, Gustav" she
said, after she had thoroughly ran
sacked the secret hiding place of the
desk.
Never mind" he murmured, hide
our own love letters there for our
grandchildren to find and tell them
the story Of your old curiosity shop.
! and how you found husband there"
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OF thought drove back the reproaches
he started to heap upon Cecile.
mo, IL was my fault, just mine." he
admitted. Il was too ambitious.
didn't dare to ask her when l had lit
tie TO offer. Cecile on her part was
impatient and went away to make a
name for herself 1t was all my
fault" he repeated, unconscious that
he spoke aloud.
What's your fault?" Miss Davis
asked, turning wondering glance
upon him.
Ralph came out OF his reverie sud
denly. THAT l didn't bring a box OF
candy for you, he replied with quick
, self-possession. He hailed a boy and
bought an expensive package.
For an instant Travis eyes rested
on the woman at his side. Miss Davis
possessed a regular If somewhat col.
orless beauty. Her good breeding
showed itself in every line of her
face, and II there was a certain hard
ness In her features, too much of a
steely glitter in the pale blue eyes
/ the amount of her fathers fortune
atoned for any deficiencies.
Certainly, Travis, two years before
a nobody, and now only a risinf
young man, perhaps undeservedl!
credited with two engineering tri
umphs, should thank his stars of for
tune that II was he who was favored
10 sit at Miss Davis side.
Il Travis knew we'll that in the mex
box was Edgerton Green, contende
for the hand of the girl who that ev
ening favored Ralph with her smiles
To be IN his place the young maj
doubted not that Green would hav
} given alls he possessed. Certainly,
} Travis reflected. Il should conside
, myself lucky"
But strangely enough he was dis
: satisfied. The girl was probably no
Cecile. Even if she were. what wa
she to him?
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She called up one after another of
the hospitals until she discovered the
one wherein Spohr had been confined.
There she learned his address, and.
entering a subway train. she was soon
at her destination.
1t proved to be a lodging house in
very cheap quarter of the West
Side. When she rang the bell and
asked for Mr.. Spohr, the sharp-voiced
landlady eyed her keenly.
Il guess he's up to his room. Third
floor front hall. He amt thinking of
giving lessons here-because l won't
have it," she rasped, stepping aside
for the girl to pass her.
Il think not" Elsie was beginning
when there came a step on the stairs,
and she looked up to see Spohr COM
ing down. He was without a hat, and
in his hand he carried some money
The eyes of the landlady fastened
avidly upon the money.
did you want to see me, Mr.
Spohr?" she asked meaningly.
IF you please" he said gravely, and
paid her the money. She was instant
ly overcome with servile politeness.
Thank you, so much, Mr.. Spohrl'
she gushed. This young lady wishes
to see you-you may use the parloI
II you wish"
She opened the door of stuffy red.
plushed room, and the violinist with
unmasked surprise on his face, stood
aside while Elsie fluttered past hin
into the dingy room.
You wished to see me?" he asked
! gently.
Elsie nodded. She was frightene eC
now that she was in his presence. Sh,
/ had not realized that he was so tai
and commanding Of presence, or tha
his voice was so rich and vibrant HI
looked proud, too. What would h'
say to her when she explained hel
] errand?
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Miss Addie had an invitation to
spend a month with her particular
chum, Miss Harmon, at the all-year-
round country residence of the lat
ters mother, and she accepted without
delay Brother Bob was TO be home
on his vacation.
Brother Bob was Just of age, and
civil engineer, or soon to be one,
and he was both smart and lovely.
There were other brothers in the
world, but no other brother Bobs.
Girls laud their brothers and try to
make matches and don't succeed once
in 90 times
Miss Addie liked smart men. She
had been hearing Of Bob Harmon for
the last two years. and now she was
TO see him alive.
He would be tall and have a pro-
fessional look about him, and when
she wandered arm In arm with him
across the meadows farmers driving
past would stop their teams TO stand
up In their wagons to whisper:
"Gosh but can you beat thatl"
AS Miss Addie left the train at the
country station she saw her friend,
Miss Molly, waiting in an auto for
her Approaching her with a grin on
his face to see about her baggage was
some one else. Yes, Nature had put
the saw to him and shortened him
down to a bit over FIVE feet.
He was the only one in the world
in ignorance Of the fact. There we're
days and days when he felt himself
an inch or two too tall. He had once
walked for a mile behind a man five
feet two and pitied him at every step.
Its brother Bobl" shouted the sis
ter as Miss Addie paused and stared.
"Oh. howdy do. Mr. Harmon2"&
Brother Bob drove the car He had
TO reach up TO grasp the wheel Ono
looking from the rear seat 10 see II
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the stage. Too well trained were
they to allow even for an instant any
thing to break the flawless mechanism
of their execution. Somebody from
the wings would drag out the girl
no had fallen; the play must go on.
But before a stage hand could reach
her, Travis had climbed the railing
of the box and leaped upon the stage.
Bending for an instant over the un-
conscious girl. he quickly raised the
slender form and bore her in his
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CUSTAVS SACRIFICE


This afternoon she hastened her
steps until she reached the particu-
lar shop that she called her own. The
attendants had long ceased TO be sus-
picious Of her lingering there among
the treasures.
Perhaps they read in her rapt and
dreamy-eyed abstraction the truth Of
her coming. II was not the articles
nor their value that she craved-it
was the story she read in each one.
Sometimes one of the attendants
called her attention to some newly ac-
quired article, always assured Of her
interest and appreciation.
They could not know that in the
days before her unfortunate fathers
failure in business and his subse-
quent death, there had been many
treasures In her own home. She was
alone now and, perforce. content with
looking at the belongings of other
people
There was an ancient escritoire
with n fascinating number of pigeon
holes and secret drawers that attract
ed Elsie this afternoon. She was
standing there wondering II within
some still concealed compartment
there might not be a bundle of old
love letters tied about with a blue
ribbon which would fall TO pieces at
a touch. There might be a withered
rose or a wrinkled little glove. some
relic OF bygone romance.
From her dim corner behind the
escritoire Elsie was reused TO look
toward the front OF the shop, where
the proprietor was in conversation
with a slender, dreamy-eyed young
man who was holding a violin to the
light
at is an Amatii" protested the
young man.
"All violins are Amati or Stradivar-
ius," replied the proprietor skeptical-
lily. 'Mr Spohr. will give you 500
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THE WAY OF TRUE LOVE

Yet. when the curtain rose, he for
got the woman beside him and with
an unconscious eagerness leaned for
ward in his seat, his eyes strained to
catch the first sight of the diminutive
figure, third from the end-second
row.
The pretty conceit of the second act
was the appearance of the "Tiger-Li-
lies The ballet, a few minutes be-
fore gowned in dainty white, now ap-
peared in flaming crimson. their heads
crowned with scarlet and yellow caps,
fashioned in the shape Of a lily.
Then It was that Travis knew the
one whom his eyes sought was indeed
Cecile Raymond. The gorgeousness
OF her costume only accentuated the
pallor of her cheeks. the feverish lus-
ter of her large. brown eyes. the dead
blackness of her massed hair.
Cecile knew him. He read that in
the first glance. Despite stage de-
corum. her eyes continually wandered
toward his box She executed the
lively, rollicking dance mechanically
keeping time and step with the skill
of long habit.
But the man, leaning forward in his
seat, unconscious of the stately girl
at his side, Of the multitude of men
and women about him, knew intuitive.
ly that Cecile's thoughts were with
him, as his were with her
In this reverie fancy took him back
! once more on a peaceful river in the
/ faraway country of his home-Cecile's
home. They were together, hardly
more than boy and girl, in a canoe
drifting slowly down the stream.
And there. at the edge of the bushes
tall tiger-lilies grew. their crimson
] coloring resplendent against the
I background Of green. Together they
] had picked the lilies-together thai
summer afternoon the long ago. HC
wondered idly If the girl on the stage
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thing" the motherly wardrobe wom-
an explained in a low voice The
chick hasn't had a square meal in a
month. No wonder she tainted dead
away"
"'lt was all a mistake, just a mis-
understanding" Travis said in a low
voiC and the woman nodded with
comprehension. But it will be all
right now, just as she said"
Meanwhile in the theater Edgerton
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be certain that the slight, girlish fig-
hre was Cecile Raymond.
Now the chorus formed in a bill
lowy line Of white and surged forward
like a foam-crested wave to the foot
lights. The girl he watched was third
Rom the end in the second line and
the young man could not distinguish
her features.
A very commonplace chorus" Miss
Davis commented 10 her escort, as the
curtain fell
Il thought that little brunette near
the end in the second row was, we'll
quite pretty" he ventured.
Miss Lorene Davis glanced at him
sharply. It's all matter of opin-
ion. Of course" she replied. acridly
"As for myself, l haven't seen even
a passable good-looking woman on
the stage tonight"
But Ralph Travis was paying scani
attenetion TO her remarks For the
moment memory held him. Was il
Cecile Raymond? Could it be she?
why not?" he asked himself bit.
terly Who knows where she wen
OF how far she may have fallen since
she slipped away from Lancaster two
years ago? Then cecile wished to b.
grand opera star. They so Otter
end up in the chorus-it may be aftei
all" he concluded
III She" then his honesty o
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cotton frock TO be finished II she ex-
pected 10 wear II on Sunday.
Every afternoon for a week she had
hurried home to sew, and every stitch
must be made by hand-and yet,
there was another and a stronger call
that turned her feet toward 4th ave-
nue.. Elsie Chaplin yielded TO the last
call and went.
Perhaps Il was laughable that a
quiet little dove-gray stenographer
could find delight in poking about
among the secondhand shops of 4th
avenue after a long day spent In
kransscribing dull business letters on
q clattering typewriter. II was true
however. Whatever OF color and ro-
nance came into her lonely life was
Furnished by the multitude Of lovely
and curious articles in these antique
shops.
There was food for fancy in the an
cient pewter dishes and the willow
pattern china; chair that had be-
1onged 10 some long-dead parsonage;
perhaps a bedstead upon which roy
atty had slumbered in a distant land
kall clocks that had marked the days
of forgotten lives; an empty iewe
case; piece OF rich tapestry-there
WAS a story in every article. and El.
eie Chaplin had learned TO read each
one.
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Partinr nf the Mars.

A few more ticks of the clock and
they were due to part forever.
you have b-broken my h-heart, "
sobbed the summer girl.
"And you, rejoined the young man
who was cheduled to resume his po-
sition behind the ribbon counter on
the morrow, "have broken my pocket
book"
And the clock ticked on.
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Breaking OF Gradually.

Stern Parent-See here. Eleanor, l
thought told you TO give young Snip
penn his walking papers?
Pretty Daughter-And / did, papa.
Stern Parent-But he still comes to
the house.
Pretty Daughter-Oh, he's only been
here seven times this week, papa.
Stern Parent-Only seven timesl
Great guns! Why
Pretty Daughter-Now don't be
harsh, papa. He is trying to break
off gradually.
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arms, away from the glare of lights
and the blatant music to the quiet of
a dressing-room-any dressing room,
it did not matter to the commanding
young man, whose face so set and
stern made men ovey him.
"Cecile. Cecile," he whispered, my
dear little tiger-lily."
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And the girl opening her eyes, smil-
ing wistfully, understood that he re-
ferred not TO the tawdry splendor of
her garb, but to the days. so many
weary weeks and months and years
before when they had drifted together
on the quiet river and gathered the
gorgeous lilies on its banks.
Il was so tired, she murmured.
And now you've come, Ralph. and
it's all right"
Starved herself. the poor little
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violin is yours. Shall l have it dust
ed OFF,
He made a movement as II to take
the case to the rear of the store, but
Elsie quietly laid her hand upon the
handle If he was INSCRIPTIONS, she
would not give him an opportunity to
change the violin
Il will take Il as It is" she said.
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Green had taken Travis place at Miss
Davis side. When Ralph thought OF
the woman he had left alone in the
box, he regretted his unavoidable
rudeness. She was welcome to think
of him as a cad or however else she
pleased.
For he had Cecile, he had found
again his little girl of the tiger-lilies,
and amid his happiness nothing else
of this world mattered.
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remembered.
In the instant something happened.
The ballet had swung far to the left,
almost below his box. Suddenly Ce-
Giles white face grew even whittier,
she swayed and fell in little heap
The line of dancers swung around
and passed her. away to the center of
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"Yes, Bubby, yes, but we want TO
sing you a song. Will the young la
dies kindly join the chorus, please?"
MY soul, but don't raise a row
here!" exclaimed Bob's sister as he
dropped out OF the auto.
"Mr. Harmon-Bob-ple dont!H
added Miss Addie
The men roared with laughter as
Bob advanced upon them, and when
he had quite reached their auto they
jumped down, thinking to play lall
with him.
The girls couldn't see it all on &C.
count of the dust that was kicked lp,
but when the air cleared one of ne
men was running away and the otlnr
lying prone. They we're a liclad
pair.
Their automobile was backed awly
and left in the ditch, and all the say
ed-off man had to say about it was:
There are times when you sminy
have to do It"
That night Miss Addle did a lot OF
thinking. II was mostly about SHIRT
men and heroes and Napoleons She
had come to a conclusion about ne
time the roosters began Growing.
When she had reached home afer
her visit and told her mother al,
the mother musingly queried:
$50 you are engaged to a SAVED
of man after all you've had to sly
about them?"
"Yes, mother, Bob isn't so very tai.
but I'm going to learn 10 bend ovr
80 mat when we walk out we will %
the very same height"