White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-12-08
THE HELPING HAND
BY GEORGE ELMER COBB.


b~ewildered way at her practical-faced
Flandlady, alone for the first time In her
life In the heart of a great city.
eft means, my DEAR" spoke Mrs.
Denham gently, but with a clarity OF
expression that struck a dread chill to
the soul of her auditor, "that you are
IKE many another who has trusted e
the lure of ambition and false prom
ises-strandedr"
Hopelessly Grace sat weaving her
small white trembling hands In and
out, her frightened eyes fixed upon the
face Of the landlady In pleading hope
and despair.
'ATell me your story. dear" insisted
the other, but sighed secretly. for all
this, while pathetic, was dreadfully
commonplace In a long experience that
had not hardened her heart, although
It had brought the settled conviction
that the seamy side of life came to
all-good, bad, honest OF tricky.
A simple story had Grace to tell.
She had lived her life in a quiet little
Quaker community. It had been bliss
full enough until her only relative. an
aged aunt, had died, leaving her PEN
njless.
There had come along a handsome,
flashing young fellow calling himself
Brant Durward. He vas a musical
director, he told Grace. He professed
to be interested at once in her welfare.
Something In her novel environment,
In the rare purity and beauty Of her
face really struck this natural-born
Spectator In the field Of exploiting
dramatic possibilities. He averred
that, just as she stepped out Of the
simple framework of a novel, unique
environment and appealed to his sense
of the artistic, so he could take
her to the city, give her training and
make of her a star In the great mimic
armament. He did not make love to
her, yet he limited at success. fame
and mutual benefit. He gave her an
address, the dramatic boarding house
where Grace had been waiting for him
vainly for a week with implicit faith
in his promises.
And he had not come; her little stock
of money was depleted and-disillu-
sionmentl She had met an incongru-
GUS group of men, girls and women,
most of them tawdry, superficial, each
and all imbued with rare self-apprecia-
ton of their gifts of genius and dream
ing of a vast future.
She shrank from them, somehow.
When one day she got into the conf
dence of an unknown like herself, just
starting in at the dreary treadmill OF
study and training, her heart grew
sick within her.
my DEAR" pronounced the sympa-
thetic 1andlady. 81 am glad of one thing
that you haven't foolishly rested
your heart on the love OF Brant Dur
ward, who is unworthy Of you. He
is an enthusiast, and I do not doubt
the ~genuineness Cf his belief that he
could make something of you in a dra-
matte way, but he is attracted by every
new face he e
1.-THE fact is, he has been arrested and
is in jail for misrepresenting n of
his dramatic schemes to an investor
and has simply forgotten you"
"But what am l to do?" choked up
Grace in direful distress. "Mr. Dur
ward spoke of a half-brother. a Mr..
Edgar Braham, who had great influ-
ence In helping forward the untried
and struggling in the line I hoped to
succeed in"
"Give me time to think" murmured
Mrs. Denham, deeply interested in this
forlorn waif who had drifted s. help
lessly into her life. Then, after a
pause: "Mr. Edgar Braham Is, in
deed, a power In his line. an advanced
one in the moving picture field. But
he considers his half-brother a scamp,
has backed him at a loss and viii have
nothing more to do with him. Yes, my
dear. II is best that you should go and
see NJ. Braham. Tell him your SIM
pie stary and abide by what he says, for
he Is a good man. He is a producer
Of the better type of movie picture
specialties with a moral lesson at the
end Of them, and his sister, Harriet
Braham, writes the scenarios. They
live an ideal life together"
Never did Grace Burton forget that
eventful morning when she was
ushered into the presence of Edgar
Braham at his Office In his mansion
home. She had to await her turn, and
after gay, chatting actors and actresses
had come and gone. she found herself
facing a serious-eyed young nan who
listened to her story with great earnest
attention.
"Sister Harriet" he said, 'here Is a
little stray bird lost in the storm. See
what we can do to make her restful.
and safe, and happy" :
What a life opened UP to Grace Bur-
ton among these simple, noble chill
dren of the heart! With what delight
and ardor did she cooperate with Har-