The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-06-22
NOT MISS MULLIN
BY KEITH KENYON.


the paper and beheld a splendid like
ness OF herself heading an advertise
ment for Nervolo.
There wasn't doubt OF II. Il was
an exact reproduction OF a photograph
she had had taken a year ago before
her trip to California. and there II was
staring at her above half inch let
tiers which announced bodily, Il am n
different woman"
For goodness sakei" gasped Mar
saret. And she ran her eyes hurried
ly through the ad that announced that
some fellow mortal had ceased to have
all kinds Of aches. pains. dizziness and
insomnia since taking Nervolo. But,
to her intense relief. the name and adj
dress given below were strange TO her.
But her friendsl They would recog-
nice 1t instantly. and she shuddered to
think Of all they would have to say.
She looked for the address OF Ner-
volo. 1t was not given. For sale by
all druggists" was the modest state
ment. So she called up q certain
pharmacy and learned that although
the birthplace OF the nostrum was
New York city. there was n certain
wholesale agency In town that might
know something about II and its ad-
vertising methods.
The Wholesale house once located,
the salesman. in turn, directed her 70
| q certain advertising agency on the
fifteenth floor of nearby skyscraper.
Margaret found an ONCE door which
bore on its ground glass upper half
the words, The Orion Advertising
Company. G. w. Stephenson, Man
aEer."
The man behind the big mahogany
desk rose politely as she entered.
Good morning. Won't you sit
down." he began pleasantly. indicat-
ing chair in close proximity to the
desk, and when Margaret was seated
he resumed his chair. Il am entirely
at your service" he went on. What
can l do for you, Miss. The boy
didn't give me your name"
Margaret referred to the clipping.
According to this. l am Miss Mary
Mullin, of 1922 Douglass street." she
said, with the most caustic manner
she could assume.
IF it's in print it must be true" he
smiled.
Must 1t? Well. 1t isn't. And I
think you know 1t isn't. But since
you prefer not to understand I'll
explain the situation" which she did
In q few words.
| "And," she proceeded Indignantly.
Il want 1t understood that II this pic
ture OF mine appears In any paper
after today fathers lawyers will make
1t unpleasant for the Nervelo COM
pany."
I'm really very sorry about the en-
tire affair, Miss. You see. you haven't
told me your name yet"
ut isn't necessary" said Margaret,
severely, ito tell you who am. But
am not Miss Mary Mullin. Good
morning
When the door had closed on his
fair visitor. George Stephenson
reached for the telephone and called
for a number. us that you, Bobf
You remember the photograph OF q
girl you had stuck up on your man.
tel, the one you said you didn't know
and gave to me because I-well, be-
cause | liked Il? Well, I've tried to
locate her ever since and failed, and
then / struck on a bright idea OF run
ming a fictitious ad with her picture.
thought that would bring some sign
of life, and II sure did. Bob, she's
Just been here, raging mad, but she's
glorious. You ought to see her. She's
wonderl couldn't find out her
name. She wouldn't tell II. | wish
you'd try to think where you got that
photograph. Strange you'd forgeti
What's that? You'll try to help7
You're a brick. Bob. No, l can't to-
night. thanks. Tomorrow night All
right. Good-by."
At seven the next evening. George
presented himself at Bob's front door
and asked for his host. He was ush- |
cred into the living room and asked TO |
wait.
There was a sound. soft, almost In |
articulate. and he turned.
In the doorway, In an exquisite frock |
OF flmy white net. stood the girl |
OF whom he was dreaming, the girl |
with no identity. the one Bob had
promised 10 help find. He had done
amazingly WE'LL
Margaret was perceptibly stunned.
so this is Bob's friendl" she realized.
tits odd how things come out" And
she Redeemed at the thought OF her
conduct OF the day before.
She held out her hand MY broth
er won't be down for a minute. He
told me TO see that you weren't bored"
she said.
Your brother9"
"ies, my brother Bob"
Il don't understand I've been here
often in the last year and"
"Oh. I've been In California until
week ago. Sit down. won't you. and
we will talk Il over"
But Bob said he didn't know you
when ! took your picture!"
His idea OF q joke. ! suppose! But
IL that how you got my picture7 And
why. please. did you use II the way
you did,
because" he hesitAted. Because !
was desperate TO discover your iden-
lily. I fell in love with your likeness
md the advertisement was only a ruse
10 find out who you were"
so you two have got together at
ast exclaimed Bob. blowing In Just
hem. Thank Heaven. there's one job
IN my hands III