Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

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.’’ . I fl /rs 1 'H! ! H nU-.u J - ■ ’u I • wßwu w4/l sTw® v )qwJHW WMB ■ .-- i v b IBw , '■ta 1 ttIiJMMBoP 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 THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS 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. M qߣSfl!3| K "I ■ xJI9 Z 4 :; ■' WFf -.|| ifev-/ w|-: • k «hKk jHbG. . J 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