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PAGE SIX MAGAZINE SECTION 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” (FROM HEARST’S MAGAZINE FOR JULY) DRAWN BY CHARLES DANA GIBSON. o®l BS ■WM—I VCT ■ ISMtaHK - IMMp .—7-'/ J' - - ~ / •'A / ' x t T -* X— y ; y ; , If/ \ 7■■ • -■ ——*-**~^— —SB —*/— * ,i . ■re?- 1 • ~~~ L:zrz: - l L-. - - 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 trivial ornament ami plaything." SOME FEATURES IN HEARST’S MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST Among the interesting articles in Hearst’s Magazine for August now on sale at the news stands—are: "Startling Revelations in Standard Oil Letters,” ‘ The Autobiography of Admiral Dewey,” “The Inside of the Cup, by W inston ( hurchill; "Are We Better Or W orse Than the Age Ancients?” by Gugliemo Ferrero; "America’s Chance in New China,” by Dr. Wu I ing-fang; " Ihe Story of George Helm,” by David Graham Phillips; “Captain Kidd on Wall Street,” by George Randolph Chester; "My Father (W. L Stead) and Spiritualism,” by Estelle W\ Stead, and reviews of Science, Art, Finance and Politics by the ablest writers. THE AUGUST NUMBER IS NOW ON SALE AT THE NEWS STANDS. 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 i LIE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, AUGUST 3. 191-'. 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. SEABOARD ANNOUNCES WRIGHTS VILLE EXCURSION, ?6 round trip, good six days. Satur day. August I' l . Special trains, sleep ers and coaches leave old depot at 7 p. tn. Make reservations now at City I Ticket Qllicts 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 P Northern f Lakes The lake resorts in the West and V ' North are particularly attractive. // The clear invigorating air added to boating, bathing !and fishing will do much to upbuild you physically. / / Wp have on sale daily round trip tickets at low fares and with long return limits and will be glad to give you full information. Following are the round trip rates from Atlanta to some of the principal resorts: Charlevoix -- -$36.55 Mackinac Island - - -.538.65 Chautauqua Lake Points 34.30 Marquette 46.15 Chicago 30.00 Milwaukee - 32.00 Detroit' 30.00 Put-in-8ay28.00 Duluth 48.00 Petoskey 36.55 THE ATTRACTIVE WAY TO ALL THE RESORTS ON THE Great Lakes, Canadian Lakes and in the West CITY TICKET OFFICE ■r 'F Av/JI ■ W 4 Peachtree Street phones! n 1 !?"’" 178 I Bell Main 1088 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.) I If you spend money in advertising you will find that FACTS will help you. 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