The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1916-05-30
The Euening Story
Not Miss Mary MuIlin.
(By Keith Kenyon.)

! believe her eyes when she opened the
paper and beheld splendid likeness
of herself heading an advertisement
for Nervolo.
! There wasn't a doubt of it. Tt was
an exact reproduction of photograph
she had had taken a year ago before
her trip to California, and there it was
staring at her above half inch letters
which announced boldly, II am diff
lferent woman"
For goodness sake!" gasped Mar
garet. For goodness sake!" And
she ran her eyes hurriedly through
the ad that announced that some fell
low mortal had ceased to have all
kinds of aches, pains, dizziness and in
| somnia since taking Nervolo. But, to
| her intense relief, the name and adj
dress given below were strange to her.
| There was no further clew to her lden-
| tity. at least to the world at large,
| than the very good picture of herself.
But her friends! They would recog-
nize it instantly. and she shuddered to
think of all they would have 20 say.
She would be the butt of all their
jokes for months to come.
| She looked for the address of Ner-
yolo. 1t was not given. For sale by
all druggists was the modest state
|
| pharmacy and learned that although
the birthplace of the nostrum was New
York City, there was a certain whole
sale agency in town that might know
something about it and its advertising
methods.
| So, supported by the indignation of
the family and armed with the evil
| dence of Nervolo's iniQuity, Margaret
went forth to find the culprits and
deal out what punishment she thought
| hr,n o2Ix al hes
responsible for the sale of the new
patent medicine for wishing to pub
| lish the photograph of the prettiest
girl in town. and Margaret's was the
kind of attractiveness that compelled
people, no matter how well bred, to
turn round for another look" The
best of it was that she was entirely
unconscious of attracting any atten-
| ton.
The wholesale house once located,
it was explained to Margaret that Ner-
volo was shipped from New York, but
| that the advertising was a thing sepa-
rate and apart from the handling. The
salesman, in turn, directed her to a
certain advertising agency on the fiji
tenth floor of a nearby skyscraper,
| which, he thought, could propably
solve the riddle.
Margaret, who needed only a fresh
glance at the newspaper clipping to
| rekindle any waning flame of indig
| nd uOn- IOQnQ ali OII1Ce door Wnlcn
bore on its ground glass upper half
the words, THE Orion Advertising
company, G. w. Stephenson, Mana
GER
The outer office, done tastefully in
willow and cretonne, contained a small
office boy, who admitted Mr.. Stephen
son was in, and upon inquiry returned
with the news that he would see her.
Margaret fortified herself with an
| other peek" at herself done in ink.
flush in her cheeks and compression
of her lips BODIED i'll for some one, pre-
| sumably Mr.. 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 a chair in close proximity to the
desk, and when Margaret was seated
he resumed his chair. 'I 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, I am Miss Mary
Mullin. of 1922 Douglas 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 I
| think you know it isn't. But since you
| pIGIeI AOL 10 un00ESldHQ L Ii explain
the situation which she did in few
words
But the young man seemed to be
more interested in the curve of her
cheek. the bend of her head, and the
way her hair was done, low on her
neck, than he was in her words.
| and" she proceeded indignantly.
Il want it understood that if this pic
ture of mine appears in any paper
after today fathers lawyers will make
| - z1<a.,, NJ far
pany. 1 don't know how far it in
wolves you, since you only do their
advertising. but it's up to you to stop
it anyway"
I'm really very sorry about the en-
tire affair. miss. You see. you haven't
told me your name yet"
1T isn't necessary" said Margaret
severely, ''to tell you who 1 am. But
1 am not Miss Mary Mul1in. Good
morning."
When the door had closed on his
fair visitor. George Stephenson reached
for the telephone and called for a
number. rs that you, Bob? You re-
member the photograph of a girl you
| you said you didn't know and gave
to me because well. because 1 liked
it? Well. I've tried to locate her ever
since and failed, and then 1 struck on
a bright idea of running 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, l
| couldn't find out her name. She
wouldn't tell it. All l know is that
her dad is somebody. for she mem
| toned his lawyers and what they
| would do to me- Give a fellow some
| advice. won't you? Since I've seen
her I'm wild. / know I'm a gump to
let her get away. but 1 was hypno-
tized and couldn't think of thing. 1
wish you'd try to think where you got
that photograph Strange you'd for
get, What's that? You'll try to heIp2
! You're a brick. Bob No. I can't to-
night. thanks. Tomorrow night, All
right. Goodbye