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THE STORY OF GEORGE HELM
(George Helm “looks like
a fanner, but there's nothing
of the jay about that brain of
his,” agreed the political
bosses: they could not get
any hold on him. Still the
big. the only party, the plu
tocrats, needed a lesson, so
the bosses got together and
made Helm their reform can
didate for state governor.
Then he surprised them all—
including the managers and
an heiress, a charming, deli
cate creature, whom he'told
he wasn't made to be a mar
ried man. She thought dif
ferently and proved it.)
Men —and w omen -w ho r< si . ain
sentiment tn an un*ff'*i
iiri part in their own lives take
enormous interest in it <v* i?. where
else. Thej have melting •y* s n<l
troublesome noses and throats at
sentimental pays They give to
•treet beggars and pats miz** the
literature of slop. Th*> ar* assid
uous matchmakers and want every
one—except their own sons and
daughtv s—l<» marry for love a one
There was not a little of this in
the composition of Harvey Sayler.
the interesting boss of the Middle
Weal.
He was in a sentimental mood
about Georg* Helm and k a nor
Clearwater George H**lw. the man
and .ank countrified new orator
whom Sayler’s secret lieutenant,
the Demo; ’atlc state boss. Hazel
• rigg. had discovered in tlu 1 stat*
senate; Eleanor Clearwater, heir
ess to the notorious that is. fa
mous-lumber king and senator, a
lady tn her Unger tips, fond of
playing with "tin* 1 ideas” <*f all
kinds, but h* h* esslv drp* ndent
upon the culture and the luxury
that can be uot on ■. by* acts which
proceed f <*m anything but • fine
Ideas.” A lo\ * affair, an engage
ment. * nt ag- between these
two anpea'cd to Say’er’s love of the
sentiment all) •mianti
Also—and this wa- the most im
portant of all. f<» Sayler n* \er did
anything that wasn’t a move In his
game—also—h* wanted Georg*
Helm.
Say 1* r had brought 11* in and
Miss Clearwate together at his
house the night h*f*>i** had ■*
ranged it as M»«»n as their chain*
meeting in his t*r* * n*••• had re
vealed to his shrew d eyes that
there was something neculia in
their relation I *. something unwar
ranted by "•* usual an acquain
tance as the! - apparently had
been
Ho now went dow n to the caplt<d
to hunt Helm un.
Helm was alone in one of the
committee rooms, was absorbed In
the agitated '‘imposition of a let
ter
He advanced and laid a hand on
Helm’s shoulder Said he, as Holm
looked up. startled
••I’m going take a great liberty
with you, Helm. I'm somewhat
older—but not old enough to be
out of your class And I’m a friend
nf—of hers—and 1 want to be a
friend of yours ”
The color flooded poor George's
face. He did not know what to do
The man-and-woman game was as
strange to him as sailor life to the
plainsman
“Go and Fac Hr."
“I know you're writing to her.”
proceeded the frank and simple
Sayler. "and I'm sure it's some
thing foolish The thine to do Is
to go and face her She’S leaving
this afternoon"
“T went crazy last night M
Sayler. Fve got so little that 1
have to skimp to get along at all
and my prospects of ttnt more
money are might', poor. I can tell
you." With a humorous twinkle.
“You see. I’m not on your side
the buttered sftto I'm on the un
der side where there isn’t an\ but
ter Anyhow, I’ve no use for a wife
—especially such a wife is that
sort of a woman would be And
she — Why. she wouldn't want me
as a husband if I was the last man
on earth.”
"Nonsense!" said Sayler "Un
der all that trumpery flummery
she's just a woman, and wants
what any other woman wants —a
man. And 1 think, my friend, that
you come pretty near to sizing up
that description.”
“She doesn’t want me. nor 1 her."
insisted Helm. "It was nothing
but plain lunacy, my asking her to
many me and her accepting."
Sayler was so astounded that h,
almost betrayed himself Why. the
conquest was as good as made!
"She accepted you. Helm, because
she wants you Last night she
knew het teal mind. By daylight,
she's full of—of all sorts of pitiful
fears.
"Go save her, Helen Go get
her "
"But 1 don't want het, Sayler.
I've got no money for her—no time
for her—no place for her."
'.'You love her. don't you'."' said
Sayler. audaciously
Helm reflected, "No," he finally
said. "I've put her out of my mind
before and I can do ft again.
Whenever I don't want to think of
anything 1 get together so many
other things to worry about that
. there isn't room or time to worry
about it. She's flying Let her fly.
That settles it."
"Didn't you teli mt you proposed
•o her 2”
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Int <lisHp|mii)i in you. said Saxler. ") on re not so big or so flever as I Fancied. You're just ordinary woman, after all.” Eleanor blushed, and her eves
sank He continued: I thought you were big enough to see him. But you want the ready-made man. You want to have nothing to do but shine bv his light, be his
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Helm nodded.
"But it’s all over," said Holm
"By no means," declared the
adrolter man. "She has given you
her promise. Site will say nothing
because she will not wish to hurt
you. But she'll keep her promise
until you release her."
Helm looked dismal. "Is that the
way those things are managed?"
"You’ll ruin her life, Helm
You've got to go to her—like a
man Don’t do a cowardly thing
such as silence, or writing a fool
ish note I'aee her. It's the only
square thing,"
And to Helm it seemed so He
groaned.
"Come along. I’ll go with you.
and sec that you and she have a
chance for an undisturbed talk "
At the suburban house he had
taken for that legislative session.
Sayler put Helm not Into the
library, he was too tactful to make
such a blundei as to giv< him the
reminiscent surroundings of the
previous evening but into a home
like little smoking room next the
billiard room. Then he went in
search of Eleanor
Pet haps, as he entered the up
stairs sitting room where Eleanor,
was giving orders to her maid
amiability was uppermost in his I
mind. Amiability was one of his
strongest traits.
"George Helm is downstairs "
"I'm disappointed in you," said
Saylci You’re not so big o so
< level as 1 fancied You're just
an ordinary woman, after a! 1 "
The Ready-Made Man.
Eleanor blushed, and her eyes
sank
"I thought you were big enough
to see him." jn'oceeded Sayler
"Bui you S.iw only what you shal
low women jk able to see—the tit
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of his clothes, the absence of a
valet, the lessons in manners he
has yet to learn and will learn
soon enough. You don't want the
mar. with the career to make. You
want the readv-made man. You
want to have nothing to do but
shine by his light, he his trivial
ornament and plaything. Oh. you
women!" He laughed yvith good
humored mockery. "What frauds
you are—and how little you count
for."
"1 am engaged to him." said
Eleanor quietly—with a look that
ludicrously mingled pride and fear
and apology.
Sayler shrugged his shoulders
“An impulse you've repented." said
he. x
"I think 1 must have been
crazy." said she
' 1 think he must have been
crazy." retorted Sayler "But he
>rnu is enses 11
here to release you."
Eleanor’s eyes Hashed
"lie was caught for tie moment
by your looks." Sayler went on.
with quick raillery. "But he is too
intelligent to be rilled by such an
I'.. 'ills- Shallow men are, but not
s n-h .men as George Helm. They
assign women their proper place in
the life of a man yvith something
to do in a world and the ability to
do it." Say’er's raillery veered to
*•< saivaim none the less stinging
f"r its cloak of politeness and good
humor You sized him up and
accepted him As soon as he sized
you up you unde the glamour of
that charming exterior of yours
and that very deceptive < leverness
ns soon as he sa w you, he want
ed to •e’ease you."
The girl's beautiful face, frankly
expres ing het en s, gave S.i v
ivr tbv pleasure of delighting tn
By David Graham Phillips
his skill as a player upon that in
teresting instrument, human na
ture. A woman—especially a young
woman—brought up in the false
education custom Imposes upon
our comfortable classes, rarely has
the intelligence clearly to distin
guish a formable man in his early
formative period. if Helm had
been brutal she would have loathed
him. But he was so gentle and
tender—and what wonderful eyes,
and what a magic voice!
Said Eleanor: "Os course I will
release him."
“Oh. if you'-e afraid." said Say
ler. "you can send down some ex
cuse."
"That would be coyvardly," said
Eleanor promptly, "and insulting
to him."
"He's in the little room off the
billiard room." <;j!d Sayler, de
parting.
< uriottsly enough, it yvns not
Helm, but Eleanor who was em
barrassed when they wer,e face to
face. Her lips were burning—the
lips ho had kissed so tenderly yet
so passionately. What a strong,
simple man of a man!
Said he:
"Miss Cleat water. I've come to
do what I knoyy you want me to
do. I'y < come to release you. I
took advantage of —of your kind
ness and liking. I hope you’ll for
give me!"
"I knew you didn't mean yy'nat
you said." murmured she. meaning
nothing but simply trying to pre
vent a painful silence.
"You're mistaken there, ma'am."
said he. "1 spoke from my heart.
1 love von very dearly. I don't see
how I'm going to get along with
out you There's only one thing in
the world that’d be harder."
She was looking at him now— ■
was looking at his rugged, kind
face—the face of a man horn to
suffer and born to bear without
crying out. Such a lonely man—
one of those large, simple, lonely
souls. Said she:
”1 meant what 1 said, too Just
as much as you did. But—l—l—
didn’t mean to hurt you.”
"But you know as well as I do
that the hardest thing of all would
be for us to be together. We ain't
in any way suitable to each other.
You're too fine and delicate for
me."
“Please don't say that sort of
tiling." cried she. "It isn't like you
—those snobbish ideas.”
A puzzled expression came into
his face. Then he smiled slightly.
- "You misunderstood," said he. "I
didn't mean exactly that. I meant
that you hadn't been brought up
right—according to my notion. So
you'd be miserable as my wife,
and a burden on me. Anyhow, it
always seemed to me that I wasn't
made to be a married man.”
As he stood there, rugged and
powerful. Ins sincere save made
tragic by ’the look of lonely mel
ancholy that was habitual to it in
repose, she was so moved that she
knew she ought not to trust herself
to speak. But she did—and her
voice was shaking with sobs as she
said:
“I know I'm not worthy of you.
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I’m so poor that I haven't anything
that you need. I’m only fit for a
very inferior sort of a man. Oh,
how vain and silly I’ve been —to im
agine I was worth a man's while.”
“I see I've offended you. Miss
Clearwater. I didn't mean to."
"Don't call me Miss Clearwater.”
cried she. desperately. He had not
moved, but she had —unconscious-
ly—drawn much nearer to him—
almost within his reach.. “And
don't" —with a hysterical little
laugh—"don't call me ma'am."
He smiled with a kind of grim
humor. "I don't see that it matters
what I call you," said he, "as long
as I can’t call you mine.”
She trembled. “Oh. won't you
understand?" cried she. And she
looked at him with eyes shining
with passion.
He shook his head slowly. "Well
—I must be going.” With a sud
den change to a look of terrible
power: "If I stay here a minute
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longer I'll not be able to keep my
hands off you. I love you. Ellen—
and it's stronger than I am."
“You Can Teach Me.”
“Why should you go?" said she.
boldly. Her glowing heart told her
it was no time for trifling, for
maidenly pretense of coyness. "Why
should you go?” she said, boldly.
"Don't you want me. George?”
"No man ever made me feel but
you,” she went on. "I belong to
you. If you cast me off—”
He had her in his arms—not be
cause of what she had said, but be
cause he could withstand no longer.
“I’ve gone crazy again," he said, as
he kissed her —as she kissed him—
"but you know as well as I do that
we can't be anything to each other.”
"Take me, George," said she. I'll
be what you want. You can teach
me. I’ll learn. Don’t shut affec
tion and love out of your life. You
can't be half the man without them
that you’ll be with them. Oh. you
don't understand women. You don’t
know what women are for—what a
woman is so your woman is
for in your life."
The look of resolution had gone;
the look of melancholy had come in
its place.
”1 know we can’t marry right
away,” she went on. "I’ve got a lot
to do, first. You are poor in one
way. and I in another. We've got
to wait. and work,” She looked
up at him. smiling, pleading, her
hand touching his arm. "Don't
you think it's worth dping, dear?"
"1 must get to work. I’ve got to
hurry things. You understand,
you’re entirely free until I'm able to
come for you?”
“If it helps you to think so." she
answered. "But—l’m not that kind
of a girl. George."
A look of tenderness flooded her
and he said: “I didn’t mean that.
Os course you aren't. You’re—
mine.”
And she was crying with happi
ness.
Sayler understood as soon as he
saw her face. And he felt that he
had won.
"He shall be the next governor of
this state." Sayler said to himself.
(Read the next Geoi’ge
Helm story in Hearst's Mag
i azine for August.)
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