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4 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.’’ II Ip ; Jllf ; 'r i! i ■ - ■ OIL fl;*-" 1 id IfflW JfeJ’- iCWMi A ~/? l- /W amL” 1 a, a- —I i •PM \ IMB I T \ lm\ W \V?IH 1 I sl I ' f 7 ~7 J M? •» w > r'wZr— 1 i \/7>7z ‘ qr:;.ia//fX. it 1 " ■., Yr Kfr & i' -"WftMml W w ■ O -1 w. IS •■_ - •• • 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. f 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 | He inad' a lai”* ■■-■' J tur i of mJ 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. [ |S ’ t/SE WfßeiM tJX'SMSI / r ~ SwlSwu. ssareck, / >» £l®!®#®:* WnraL . n 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-