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FROM HEARST’S MAGAZINE
IHE STORY OF GEORGE HELM-— By David Graham Phillips
“I’ve simplv beer. > 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
> M a woman I tve ' • 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,” “The New Woman and the Old,” by Gugliemo Ferrero; “If
Glasgow Were Running New York City,” by Hon. Frank I. Cohen; “Divorce Versus De
mocracy,” by C. K. Chesterton; “ Hie Inside of the Cup,” Winston Churchill’s splendid serial;
“Captain Kidd in \\ all Street,” by George Randolph Chester, author of the incomparable
“Get-Rich-Wallingford” stories; and reviews of art, books, the play of the month, science and
finance bv the best writers.
The late I >a\ id < iraliain
Phillips was one of the most
gifted of the younger Amer
. iean novelists. HEARST'S
MAGAZINE is able to pre
sent one of his best stories—
Fhe St orv of (ieorge
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.
“The Story of George
Helm" is made more visual
ly real by the illustrations
of Charles Dana Gibson.
Here are a few of the score
of interesting and thrilling
passages between Helm and
the beautiful Eleanor < lear
water from the June num
ber of 11 E A RST’S MAG \-
ZTNE:
George Helm had cherished
deep in his heart a peculiar feel
ing for Eleanor Clearwater since
the first long talk he had with
her. the only woman he had met
who possessed worldly knowledge
and beauty retim'd ami glorified
by the highest civilized arts of
manner and dress Not love not
possibility of love, though he
fancied it was love. Katlwr a
’'■■'•iug that here at last was a rep
resentative of the best in woman
kind and George Helm, like all
the ambitious, was born with the
passion for the best of everything
But this Eleanor was no longer
tne cm pedestaled goddess, the
passive recipient of the homage
due her beauty and her taste and
her station. She had come to life .
she had descended from him ped
estal: she had placed herself no.
rm* within reach of men. Imt most
tantalizinglv less out ot reach.
And she spent that half hour or .>>
in drbberatrb frying to eaptwate
k him. in putting him a’ ease, in
■ making him fee] that -..hr was al
* most if not quite within reach.
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 the formation of a political ma
chine—a righteous machine, with himself as leader. Since a fian 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 au
daciously. her face merry.
He laughed loudly—a conta
gious outburst of joyous good
humor.
“You have courage strength.
You don't pose.'' All this she
said with the lightness that made
it in good taste and none Ihe less
sincere. ' You are on the side all
these other men have deserted
as soon as they become prosper
ous."
"Perhaps I shall, too.'' said he.
"I suppose it must Im the
wrong side, or surely all of them
wouldn't have left it. But—
i somehow, I think you won't. "
‘' I can ‘t." said he.
In spite of herself, she became
; serious. “No -you can't.'' as
sented she, absently. "You ve
changed every time. I’ve seen
you But not in that one respect
Whenever I look at you I still see
as I did that first time—farms
md factories and thousands of
iimn and women at work
"And (hildren. he interrupt
•*d. a strange, somehow ferocious
I note in his quiet voice.
I don t forgot them,’ ’ said
she. "I try to. but I don’t. No,
| you'll not change sides. And
you II marry some woman on that )
i side. and she ll
"I II marry the woman 1 want I
vv hen I can afford to inai*ry. I
said he. "Women aren’t on one’
side or the other. This is a man's!
tight \ woman she goes with!
i t Im man who takes her."
sin smiled with some raillery. I
'' Be careful to select the woman j
lof that sori." said she. “or voiii
'may have to change your mind I
smldenlv ami rather dis agreeable i
about wonien.
| H< made a large gesture of in- 1
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difference.
"You don't (*are about wom
en?" she asked.
A look of melancholy came into
his face. He said with a quaint
smile. "They began it. They don't
care about me."
"Why not?"
“What a foolish question I "
"You're mistaken," said she.
"Any woman would like you, and
if a woman fell in love with you
she'd be crazy about you."
He laughed boyishly, as at a
huge joke
' You're a peculiar sort of man
- -a sort not many women would
appreciate. If you find one who
(toes, you'll see that I was right."
There was pathos in his ex
pression of gratitude. Bhe 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 eves, len
der yet strong She was looking
directly at him The changing ex
pression of his eyes terrified her
fascinated her. He stood up. and
his gesture compelled her to stand
also- and to look at him. He
stretched out his powerful arm.
trod to draw back; she could
1 not.
"I believe." said he in an awed,
hushed voice, his eyes looking at
'her vvonderingly, "I believe you
1 are the woman. " .
He had misunderstood." she
'said to herself. Then “No,"
I she thought. "I've been leading
j him on What a foolish, bad thing
Ito do I And he thinks 1 was in
earnest when nothing could in-
I dure me
lb 1 interrupted her thoughts
I with. “ Yes—you arc the woman I"
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 thrill and a
hot wave of—yes, of delight—
Ithrough her. This man she,
Eleanor Clearwater, tolerate the
touch of this man and-r-delight
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-1
jed she never could understand
j she, trying to draw back, was
I drawn forward—into his arms—
had been kissed by him—was in a
I whirl of joy, of terror, of wonder,
of disbelief in the reality of what
; w as happening. •
j "Please let me go." she said,
feebly. "I don't know what's the
, matter with me !"
He was holding her at arm's
! length again this powerful man.
I with the compelling eyes if only I
jhe would not look at her so she I
might recover herself He was I
'saying in the sweetest, tenderest
I voice she had ever heard :
; Anu forme! It simply can t |
I be. M iss < Tearwater.
"Some woman will care for you I
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 you then."
replied Im. “Now l've got to
ha v e you!''
She gave a cry of dismay. “<>h
—don't say that—please!" she
pleaded.
"No, 1 don't want you." con
fe-*ed he frankly. • 1 don't know
I what on earth I'm going to do j
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
moan 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 thej’e 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 waiting for.
She laughed hysterically. “I'm
glad you didn't select Ella in
stead." said she. “No doubt I'd
have accepted it. but I'd always
have felt low."
They were looking at each
other in a dazed way. At the
sound of voices and laughter in
the hall, both started and the
crimson of shame deepened and
deepened on Miss Clearwater's
checks and neck and shoulders.
They faced the others with every
j sign of confusion and guilt.
I neither daring to look at the other.
He stammered out phrases of de
parture and left, still with not a
■ glance at her. Sayler decided
(that he had made an absurd pre-1
| mature proposal and had been sent I
j about his business—
Out in the cold winter night.
George strode along until he was
half way to his hotel. Then he
paused and addressed the stars. |
reeling with silent laughter!
“What a damn fool I've made I
of myself!"
Another man might have said. |
What a fool she made of me!"
But I've got to put it I
through." he went on. still speak-!
|mg aloud, but addressing th e dim i
| landscape 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 be 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. WM. M, BAIRD. with.
Bro^ M^X pb st B r e u :'t d,n9 ' When the first of
Atlanta, Ga. these arsenic prepa-
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 walkm
with bent shoulders, he strodt
along, shoulders erect. And prr<
ently he was whistling like a bov
in a pasture.
(The continuation of this story „.,ii
be found in HEARST'S MAGAZINE »o.
JULY, which is now on sale at th,
news stands.)
No one questions
but that the arsenic
prepar a t 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
thelast 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