Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-09-18

fany better-When 90 explain!
Think"
Miss Maggie meditated; then, a
little TREMENDOUSLY she drew in her
breath. She lifted startled eyes to
his face.
why, you'd have to tell them that
that you did IT for test, wouldn't
you?"
IF I told the truth-yes."
"And they'd know-they couldn't
help knowing-that they had failed
to meet it adequately"
Eyes. And would that help matters
any-lnake things any happier, all
around?"
"No-oh, no." she frowned de-
spairingly.
Would it do anybody any real
good, now? Think of that"
"N-no," she admitted reluctantly,
except that-that you'd be doing
right"
But would l be doing right? And
another thing-aside from the NOR
tihcation, dismay and anger of my
good cousins, have you thought
what Id be bringing on you?"
me"
Eyes. In less than half a dozen
hours after the Blaisdells knew that
Mr.. John Smith was Stanley G. Full
ton, Hillerton would know it. And
in less than half dozen more hours,
Boston, New York, Chicago--to say
nothing of a dozen lesser cities
would know tiff there didn't hap
pen to be anything bigger on foot.
Headlines all inch high would pro-
claim the discovery OF the missing
Stanley G.. Fulton. and the fine print
below would tell everything that
happened, and a great deal that did
not happen, i'll the carrying out of
the eccentric multimillionaire's ex-
traordinary scheme of testing his
relatives with 100000 apiece to find
a suitable heir. Your picture would
adorn the front page of the yellow
est of yellow journals, and"
MY picture! Oh, no, no." gasped
Miss Maggie.
"Oh, yes, yes smiled the man i'm
perturbably. You'll be in it, too,
Aren't you the afianced bride Of
Mr.. Stanley G. Fulton? I can see
them now: In Search of an Heir
and Finds Wife Charming Miss
Maggie Duff Falls in Love With !
Plain John Smith and"
"Oh, no. no." moaned Miss Mag
gle, shrinking back as if already the
lurid headlines were staring her in
the face
Mr.. Smith laughed.
"Oh. well, it might not be so bad !
as that, OF course. But you never
can tell. Undoubtedly there are ele-
ments for pretty good story in the
case, and some man, with nothing
more important to write up, is bound
to make the most Of it somewhere.
Then other papers will copy,
There's sure to be unpleasant pub
licity, my dear, if the truth once
leaks out"
But what-what had you planned
to do?" she faltered, shuddering
again.
well, I had planned something
like this Pretty quick, now, Mr..
Smith was to announce The compile
ton of his Blaisdeil data, and, with
properly grateful farewells, take his
departure from Hillerton. He would
go to South America. There he
would go inland with few native
guides and carriers, but no other
companion. Somewhere in the
wilderness he would shed his beard
and his name and would emerge in
his proper person of Stanley G. Full
ton and promptly take passage for
the states. OF course, upon the ar
rival in Chicago of Mr.. Stanley G.
Fulton there would be slight
furry at his appearance, and few
references to the 100000 gifts to the
eastern relatives, and sundry specu-
lations as to the why and how of the
trip. There would be
various rumors and alleged inter-
views, but Mr.. Stanley G. Fulton
never was noted for his commune
cativeness, and, after a very short
time, the whole thing would be dis
missed as probably another OF the
gentleman's kell-known eccentricl-
ties. And there it would end
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