The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1916-09-08
NOT MISS MULLIN
BY KEITH KENYON.

Margaret Wolfendale could scarce
ly believe her eyes when she opened
the paper and beheld a splendid like
ness of herself heading an advertise
ment for Neryolo.
There wasn't doubt of it. 1t was
an exact reproduction of a photograph
she had had taken a year ago before
her trip to California, and there 1t was
staring at her above half inch let.
tiers which announced bodily, 81 am a
different woman"
For goodness sake!" 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
insomnia since taking Nervolo. But,
to her intense relief, the name and adj
dress given below we're strange to her.
But her friends! They would recog-
nize 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 a certain
pharmacy and learned that although
the birthplace OF the nostrum was
New York city; there was a certain
wholesale agency in town that might
know something about 1t and its ad-
vertising methods.
The wholesale house once located,
the salesman, in turn, directed her to
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. G. w. 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 I 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 it must be true,". he
| smiled.
Must it? Well, it isn't. And
| think you know it isn't. But since
you prefer not to understand I'll
explain the situation" which she did
in few words.
/ And" she proceeded Indignantly.
Il want 1t understood that If this pic
ture Of mine appears in any paper
after today fathers lawyers will make
it 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"
/ ct isn't necessary" said Margaret,
i severely, ito tell you who / am. But
] am not Miss Mary Mullin. Good
morning.
i 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 a
girl you had stuck up on your man
i tel, the one you said you didn't know
and gave to me because well, be-
/ cause ] liked it? Well, I've tried to
/ locate her ever since and failed, and
then struck on bright idea of run
ming a fictitious ad with her picture.
thought that would bring some sign
of life, and it sure did. Bob, she's
/ just been here, raging mad, but she's
/ glorious. You ought to see her. She's
a wonder! I couldn't find out her
name. She wouldn't tell it. I wish
you'd try to think where you got that
i photograph. Strange you'd forget!
What's that? You'll try to help?
You're brick, Bob. No, I can't to-
night, thanks. Tomorrow night! ALI
right. Good-by."
Il 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.
| III the uOOTWdy, III an exquisite ITOcK
Of filmy white net. stood the girl
i Of whom he was dreaming, the girl
with no identity. the one Bob had
promised to help find. He had done
amazingly well!
4 Margaret was perceptibly stunned
$50 this is Bob's friendl' she realized
Its odd how things come out" And
she redeemed at the thought of he1
conduct Of the day before.
She held out her hand My broth.
er won't be down for minute. He
told me to see that you weren't bored, ;
she said.
Your brother?'
yes, my brother Bob"
Il don't understand. I've been here
often in the last year and"
/ sOh, I've been in California until a
week ago. Sit down, won't you, and
we will talk it over"
/ But Bob said he didn't know you
when took your picture!"
/ His idea of joke, supposed But
is that how you got my picture? And
why, please. did you use it the way
you did,"