Omaha daily bee., 1918-09-19
CHAPTER XIV (Continued)

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CHAPTER XIV (Continued)
oh, see," murmured Miss
Maggie. III very evident relief. THAT
would be better-in some ways;
only it does seem terrible not to
to tell them who you are"
But we have just proved that
to do that wouldn't bring happiness
anywhere, and would bring misery
everywhere, haven't we"
Yves"
Then why do it:-particularly
as by not doing it am not defraud-
| ing anybody in the least. no; that
part isn't worrying me a bit now
but there is one point that does
worry me very much"
What do you mean? What is
it,"
Yourself. My scheme gets Stan
.ley G. Fulton back to life and Chi
cago very nicely; but it doesn't
get Maggie Duff there worth a
cent! Maggie Duff can't marry Mr..
John Smith in Hillerton and arrive
in Chicago as the wife of Stanley
g. Fulton, can she?"
Mono, but he-he can come
! back and get her--if lie wants her"
Miss Maggie blushed.
IF he wants her, indeed| Miss
Maggie blushed all the more at the
method and the fervor OF Mr..
Smiths answer to this) Come
back as Mr.. Stanley G. Fulton, you
mean" went on Mr.. Smith, smil-
ing at Miss Maggie's hurried Ell
forts to smooth her ruffled hair.
Too risky, my dear! He'd look al
together too much like-like Mr..
John Smith"
But your beard will be gone
wonder how | shall like you without
beard" She eyed him critically.
Mr.. Smith laughed and threw up
his hands with a doleful shrug.
That's what comes of counting
as one man and marrying as an
other" he groaned. Then, sternly:
"Pll warn you right now, Maggie
Duff. that Stanley G.. Fulton is 60
ing to be awfuily jealous of John
! Smith if you don't look out"
He should have thought of that
before" retorted Miss Maggie, her
eyes mischievous. But, tell me,
wouldn't you ever dare to come
in your proper person.
Never or, at least, not for some
time. The beard would be gone, to
be sure; but there'd be all the rest
to tattle-eyes, voice, size, manner,
walk-everything; and smoked
glasses couldn't cover ali that, you
know. Besides, glasses would be
taboo, anyway. They'd only result
in making me look more like John
Smith than ever. John Smith, you
remember, wore smoked glasses for
some time to hide Mr.. Stanley G.
Fulton from the ubiquitous report
er. No, Mr.. Stanley G.. Fulton can't
come to Hilerton. So, as Mahomet
can't go to the mountain, the noun
tain must come to Mahomet."
"Meaning-?" Miss Maggie
eyes were growing dangerously mu-
tinous.
That you will have to come to
Chicago-yes."
And court you? No, sir-thank
your
Mr.. Smith chuckled softly.
Il love you with your head tilted
that way (Miss Magic promptly
tilted it the other,) "Or that, either
for that matter" continued Mr.
Smith genially.
However, speaking of counting
Mr.. Fulton will do that, all right, and
endeavor to leave nothing lacking
either as to quantity or quality.
Think, now. Don't you know any
one in Chicago? Haven't you got
some friend that you can VISIT"
"Now Miss Maggie's answer was
prompt and emphatic-too prompt
and too emphatic for unquestion-
ing acceptance.
ooh. yes you have" asserted the
man cheerfuly. don't know her
name-but she's there. She's waving
a red flag in your face this minute
Now, listen. Well, turn your head
away, il you like--if you can listen
better that way" he went on tran
gully, paying no attention to her
gasp. We'll, all you have to do is
to write the lady you're coming, and
go. Never mind who she is-Mr
Stanley G. Fulton will find way to
meet her. Trust him for that! Then
he'll call and meet you-and be SC
pleased to see you! The rest will be
easy. There'll be regular whirl-
wind courtship then-calls, dinners
theaters, candy, books, flowers
Then Mr.. Stanley G. Fulton will pro
pose marriage. You'll be immensely
surprised, of course, but you'll &C.
cept.' Then we'll get married" he
finished with deep sigh of Satisfac'
ton.
"Mr. Smith" calculated Miss Mag
gle, family,
Say, can't you call me anything
-" he began wrathfully, but inter
rupted himself. However, it's bet
ter that you don't. after all. Be
cause I've got to be Mr.. Smith as
long as stay here. But you wait
till you meet Mr.. Stanley G. Fulton
in Chicago! Now. what's her name
and where does she live"
Miss Maggie laughed in spite Of
| herself, as she said severely: Her
name. indeed! I'm afraid Mr.. Stan.
leY.G. Fulton is so in the habit o.
t having his own way that he forget:
he is still Mr.. John Smith. How