The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-06-16
NOT MISS MulIN
BY KEITH KENYON.


the paper and beheld a splendid like
ness of herself heading an advertise
ment for Nervolo.
There wasn't doubt Of 1t. II was
an exact reproduction Of photograph
she had had taken year ago before
her trip to California. and there 1t was
staring at her above half inch let
ters which announced bodily, Il am q
different woman"
For goodness sakei" gasped Mar
garet. 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
TO her intense relief. the name and ad-
dress given below were strange to her.
But her friends! They would recog-
nize It instantly, and she shuddered to
think Of all they would have to say.
She looked for the address of Ner-
volo. II was not given. For sale by
all druggists" was the modest state
lment. So she called up certain
pharmacy and learned that although
the birthplace of the nostrum was
New York city, there was certain
Wholesale agency in town that might
know something about 1t and its adj
vertising methods.
The Wholesale house once located,
the salesman, in turn, directed her to
a certain advertising agency on the
fifteenth floor of nearby skyscraper.
Margaret found an Office door which
bore on its ground glass upper half
the words, THE Orion Advertising
Company. CIV. Stephenson, Man
ager"
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 do for you, Miss. The boy
didn't give me your name"
Margaret referred to the clipping.
According to this, | am Miss Mary
Mullin, Of 1922 Douglass street." she
said, with the most caustic manner
she could assume.
IF it's in print 1t must be true" he
smiled.
Must It? Well, It isn't. And I
think you know 1t isn't. But since
you prefer not to understand Ill
explain the situation" which she did
In few words.
And" she proceeded Indignantly.
II want It understood that II this pic
ture of mine appears in any paper
after today fathers lawyers will make
1t unpleasant for the Nervolo com
pany."
I'm really very sorry about the en-
tire affair, Miss. You see, you haven't
told me your name yet"
TT isn't necessary said Margaret
severely, ito tell you who I am. But
I 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 q number. rs that you, Bob
You remember the photograph of 9
girl you had stuck up on your man
tel, the one you said you didn't know
and gave to me because well, be
cause liked it? Well, I've tried t.
locate her ever since and failed, and
then struck on bright idea of run
ming q fictitious ad with her picture
thought that would bring some sigr
of life, and 1t sure did. Bob. she's
Just been here, raging mad, but she'I
glorious. You ought to see her. She's
q wonder! / couldn't find out hel
name. She wouldn't tell It. wisl
you'd try to think where you got tha
photograph. Strange you'd forget
What's that? You'll try to help
You're a brick, Bob. No, can't to
night, thanks. Tomorrow night! Al
right. Good-by."
At seven the next evening, Georg'
presented himself at Bob's front doc
and asked for his host. He was ush
cred into the living room and asked Il
wait.
There was sound, soft, almost In
articulate, and he turned.
In the doorway, in an exquisite frocI
Of filmy white net, stood the CIR
of whom he was dreaming, the cir
with no identity, the one Bob hai
promised to help find. He had don
amazingly WE'LL
Margaret was perceptibly stunned
$50 this is Bob's friendl" she realized
TITS odd how things come out" An
she Redeemed at the thought of he
conduct of the day before.
She held out her hand. MY brotl
or won't be down for a minute. H
told me to see that you weren't bored
she said.
'Your brother?"
Eyes, my brother Bob"
81 don't understand. I've been heT
often in the last year and"
"Oh, I've been in California until
week ago. Sit down, won't you, an
we will talk 1t over"
But Bob said he didn't know yc
when took your pictured"
His idea of a joke. suppose! b
is that how you got my picture? Al
why, please, did you use 1t the Wa
you did,"
Because" he hesitated "Becaui
was desperate to discover your ide
tity. l fell in love with your likene
and the advertisement was only q rul
to find out who you were"
80 you two have got together
last" exclaimed Bob, blowing in ju
them. Thank Heaven, there's one i
on my hands"
(Copyright 1916, by the Mcclure Newsp
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