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FROM HEARST’S MAGAZINE
THE STORM OF GEORGE HELM— By David Graham Phillips
“I’ve simply been sitting round waiting for a husband,’’ said Eleanor to Helm. “What else is there for a woman? Still, I never wish I’d been a man. Because
as a woman I have the chance to be some day loved by a man As a man"—her eyes danced—“l’d have had nothing to look forward to but just a woman.’’
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Other articles of compelling interest in Hearst’s Magazine for July, which is now on sale
at the news stands, include: “New Standard Oil Letters and Their Lessons,” “The Autobi
ography of Admiral Dewey,” “I he New Woman and the Old,” by Gugliemo Ferrero; “If
Glasgow Were Running New A City, ”by Hon. Frank I. Cohen; “Divorce Versus De
mocracy, by C . K. Chesterton; “I he Inside of the Cup,” Winston Churchill’s splendid serial;
‘‘Captain Kidd in \\ all Street,” by George Randolph Chester, author of the incomparable
Get-Rich-\\ allingford” stories; and reviews of art. books, the play of the month, science and
finance bv the best writers.
Ihe late David (I raliam
Phillips was <nn> of tin* most
gifted of the younger Amer
ican novelists. HEARST'S
MAGAZINE is aide to pre
sent one of his best stories
‘'The Sforv of George
Helm."
The subject matter is one
which makes a peculiar ap
peal to all who admire per
severance and talent in man
and sweetness and high
ideals in woman.
Ihe Store of George
Helm" is made more visual
ly real h\ the illustrations j
of ('ha rles I tana Gibson.
Here are a few of the score)
of interesting and thrilling!
passages between Helm and
the beautiful Eleanor < 'lear
wafer from the -lune num
ber of HEARST'S MAGA
ZINE:
George Helm had cherished !
deep in his heart a peculiar feel
ing for Eleanor Cleanvatct since
th* first long talk he had with
her. the only woman hi had met
who possessed worldly knowledge
and beauty refined and glorified
by the highest civilized arts of
manner ami dress Not love not
possibility of low though he
fancied if was love Rather a
fe«ling that here at last was a rep
resentative of the best tn woman
kind and George Helm, like alii
the ambitious, was born with the'
passion for the best of everything.
But this Eleanor was no longer
'u* empedestaleil goddess, the j
passive recipient of the homage)
due her beauty ami hey taste and
her station She had come to life .
she had drseetided from her ped
• xtal; she had placed herself no.
not w ithin reach of men. hut most
tantalizingly less out of reach
And she spent that half hour or so
in deliberately trying to captivate
him. nt putting him at case. in
making him feel that she v • . ;t |
mnff if hot quite 'lilhi'i ri It'll.
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An Insight Into the Story
The story of George Helm is the story of a practical politician with a dangerous hankering
for being a man, self-owned and self-bossed. He lays plans for the formation of a political ma
chine—a righteous machine, with himself as leader. Since a man must have an independence or
do as some other man says. Helm plans to raise the money by lecturing. Also he makes his debut
in society, finds the woman he wants and tells her so.
"A man like you." she said flu
dacioiisly, her fact- merry .
lie laughed loudly a conta
gious outburst of joyous gtmd
humor.
' You have courage strength.
You don't pose " All this she
said with the lightness that made
jit in good taste and none the less
| sincere. You are on the side all
these other men have deserted
las soon as they become prosper-
I OUS.
'Perhaps I shall, too," said he.
' I suppose it must he the
i w rong side, or surely all of them
i wouldn I ha ve left it. But
somehow. I think yon won 't "
I can’t. " said he.
in spite of herself, she Ivevaine
serious. ■' No you <-an’t,” as
scuted she. absently “You’ve
j changed -every time. I ’ve semi
: you Bui not in that one respect.
Whenever I look al you I still see
as I did that first tunc farms
i and factories and thousiinds of
linen and women at vvork-
' And children." he interrupt
’ cd. a strange, somehow ferocious
j note in his quiet voice,
"I don t forget them," said
she '' I try to. but I don’t No,
you'll not change sides And!
you II marry some woman on that
side, ami she'll
i '•III marry the woman I want )
when I can afford to marry,"
said he. Women aren't on one
side or the other. This is a man's
tight \ woman she goes with
II he man who takes her.
Sb smiled with some raillery .
Be careful to select the woman
ol that sort. said --lie. ‘‘or you i
• nav have |o change vour mind |
, smldctd' ami ratio r <l>';agrr»eablv 1
about women
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THE ATLANTA’GEORGIAN AND NEWS SATURDAY. JULY 6. 1912.
difference.
"You don’t care about wom
en she asked
A look of melancholy came into
his lace. He said with a quaint
smile. They began it. They don’t
care about me." I
'Why not?"
What a foolish question I"
Aou're mistaken." said she. i
Any woman would like you. and!
if a woman fell in love with you l
she’d be crazy about you."
He laughed boyishly, as at al
huge joke.
“ X ou re a peculiar sort of man J
a sort not many women would'
appreciate. Il you find one who j
i does, you’ll see that I was right "j
There was pathos in his ex-1
pressiou of gratitude She saw
it. understood it and the tears
welled in her eyes. What a lonely,
fascinating figure of a man -so
different from all other men so
modest about himself and with
such incredibly luminous eyes, ten
’der yet strong She was looking
directly al him The changing ex
pression of his eyes terrified her—
fascinated her. He stood up, ami
his gesture compelled her to stand
also and to look at him. He
!stretched out his powerful arm.
■ She tred to draw back; sin l could
I not.
“I believe." said he in an awed,
hushed voice, his eyes looking at
her woiideringly. “I believe you
are the woman."
He had misunderstood." she
said to herself. Then “No."
she thought. “I’ve been leading
him on What a foolish, bad thing
ilo do’ And he thinks I was in
|earnest when nothing could in
,'luee me
He interrupted her thoughts!
jwtth. X ■ you are tlie woinan 1" j
He had her shoulders in his
grasp now and was looking down
at.her with an expression of sheer
amazement, mingled with a ten
derness that sent a tlir’ill and a
hot wave of—yes. of delight—
I through her. This man—she.
j Eleanor Clearwater, tolerate the
touch of this man and delight
j in it !
"That is absurd!" she cried.
! hysterically. She looked at him
I with pleading eyes. “Let me go
please.
He lifted his hands from her!
'shoulders Then—how it happen !
■ed she never could understand
she. trying to draw hack, was
Idrawn forward —into his arms—
I had been kissed by him was in a
w hirl of joy. of terror, of wonder,
of disbelief in the reality of what
was happening.
''Please let. me go. she said.!
feebly. “I don’t know what’s the J
matter with me!"
He was holding her al arm si
length again this powerful mail.)
with the compelling eyes—if only
he would not look at her so she
might recover herself. He was
saving in Ihe sweetest, tenderesl i
voice she had ever heard:
" X ou —tor me! It simply can't
be. Miss (’iearwater.
“Some woman will care for you
—as I told you." she said in a
breathless way. “But not I. You
told me once you wouldn't have
me.
' But I didn't know yon then,
replied he Now I've got to
ha ve you '' ’
She gave a cry of dismay. “Oh
-don't say that please'" she
pleaded.
No. 1 don't want von." eon '
J fessed he frankly | don 't kuov* j
jwhat on earth I’ tl > -oing to dtj
with you. How can you break
with your father and everybody
and go tracking off into poverty
with me?"
“As forthat." began she, “ I ve
got something of my own. and—"
She stopped short in horror.
What was she saying'** Who was
talking out of her mouth and
with her voice. She covered her
face with her hands. "I don't
mean it—l’m mad—crazy!" And
she was in his arms, with him ca
ressing her hair.
“You don’t want me." he said
gently, “and I don't want you.
But it looks as if we’d got to—
doesn’t it. Ellen?
If there had been any abbrevia
tion of her name that she detected
more than any and all others, it
had been Ellen. Yet now—in this
absurd lunatic dream she was hav
ing. she liked Ellen —in his voice.
It seemed to be the name she had
| been w aiting for.
She laughed hysterically. “I ’m
glad you didn’t select Ella in
stead/ said she. “No doubt I'd
have accepted if. hut I d always
have felt low.”
They were looking al each
'other in a dazed way. At the
| sound of voices and laughter in
itlie hall, both started ami the
■ crimson of shame deepened and
i deepened on Miss Clearwater's
I cheeks and neck and shoulders.
They faced the others? with every
sign of confusion and guilt,
neither daring to look at the other.
He stammered out phrases id’ de
| partlire and left, still with not ai
glance at her. Sayler decided
that he had made an absurd pre
mature proposal aud had been sent I
about his business
Gut in the cold winter night.
■George strode along until he was
half way to his hotel. Then he
paused ami addressed the stars,
reeling with silent laughter!
'What a damn fool I've made
of myself!"
Another man might, have said.
“What a fool she made of me!"
"But I've got In put it
| through, he went mi. still speak
ling aloud, but addressing the dim
jlamE'-ape in the horizon of which
towered the capitol. “And since
I’ve got to do it. I’ll do it!”
A damn fool!—to take upon his
already too heavily burdened
shoulders this extra weight of a
woman—and just the kind of a
woman who could he heaviest,
most useless.
“606”
ITS USE AND ABUSE
I TP to the last few months, undoubtedly
more harm has been done with “606”
than good.
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DR. VVM. M. BAIRD,
Brown-Randolph Building.
56 Marietta Street.
Atlanta, Ga.
rations came out they were found to pro
duce blindness in a good many cases, and
of course every Doctor was afraid of them.
Little by little they have been improved,
and the improvement has not ended yet.
That “606” is the last word in the treat
ment of Blood Poison is all nonsense to
suppose.
The French are inclined to use the French
preparation instead of the German. Which
is preferable at the present time is hard to
say.
But there is one thing positive, and that
is that no man who simply gives “606” in an
empirical manner is competent to treat a
case of Blood Poison. Certain tests of the
blood must be made before, and afterwards,
in order to give it with the best of results.
I would not jump into the fad at first, for
I knew too much about the subject. I have
been following it every day of my life for
35 years, and I knew the history of the
arsenic preparation from A to Z, and I was
too old in the game to tag off after a new
fad. For there is perhaps nothing that has
been so detrimental to patients in many
diseases as various fads doctors jump into.
I never questioned but what it had its mer
its, but I knew that unless the laboratory
equipment was perfected for this work, no
man was competent to give it.
I knew, too, that as it is given by Tom,
Dick and Harry it was worse than useless.
It has been a good money maker for a
few men.
When we give it in this office, we give it
with a knowledge of what is to be expected
and with certainty that we are giving it for
the proper conditions.
It takes something more than a $3.00
outfit, and a dose of the medicine, and a
little microscopical examination to deter
mine what is necessary in these cases.
I say without hesitation that I believe I
have the best equipped laboratory for the
treatment of these diseases that there is in
the South, and I know we are in a position
here to give our patients the very best that
there is to be had. Those who appreciate
that kind of work I will always be glad to
see for consultation free of charge.
Office hours from 8 A. M. till 7 P. M.
daily, 10 A. M. till 1 P. M. on Sundays and
holidays. My office is at 56 Marietta Street,
Brown-Randolph Building, Atlanta, Ga.
However, instead of. walking
with bent shoulders, he Stroup
along, shoulders erect. And ; n s .
entiy he was whistling like a i„, v
in a pasture.
(The continuation of this story M ..||
be found in HEARST’S MAGAZIN E to-
JULY, which is now on sale at th,
new* stands.)
No one questions
but that the arsenic
preparat ions are
beneficial in certain
conditions and cer
tain stages of Blood
Poison, but they are
not good for every
condition.
There have been
coming into my of
fice every day for
the last year patients
who have had the
remedy given to
them, and have been
thoroughly d i s gust
ed, and have found
themselves worse off
afterwards than
they were to begin
with.
When the first of
these arsenic prepa-