Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 112, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 September 1930 — Page 10

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY CELIA ROGERS, lust out. 0 f high *chool. spends s hot Jul 7 dav looking for a lob. H*r mother. MARGARET ROGERS Is widow. mploved ns a ■ramstress In a dross shop. On tho dav thp -torv opens Margaret recedes a letter which she conceals from Celia. T t Is an nfTer. signed .JOHN MITCHELL, to provide the girl vtth every advantage of education, travel, and social position If the mother will give her up. Margaret declares she never will do this. Celia goes for a drive with BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer. Barnev tells Celia he loves her and swears that some day they will be married. Next day the girl continues her search for work and secures a position as stenographer. She goes to the shoo to see her mother and finds Mrs Rogers has been taken ill suddenly. The doctor savs heat, and exhaustion are the ra After a daw s rest Mrs. Rogers returns to her duties, but three days later she navs a call to the doctor s office } s told her condition is serious. The physician insists she must give up work. That night Mrs. Rogers writes a letter to John Mitchell. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIX IT was Wednesday night that j Margaret Rogers wrote the letter. Two days later a man. middle-aged, . well-dressed and obviously prosper- j ous, paced up and down a room in . the Belvedere hotel. Once he stopped, snapped his fingers impatiently and then strode on again. He paused before the telephone. “This is Mitchell In room 716," |he said sharply. “Have there been \any calls for me?” j| “No. Mr. Mitchell.” “You’re sure, are you?” The feminine voice assured him She was quite sure. Why shouldn't \ she be? It was the third time in half an hour that the guest In room 716 had put the same inquiry. John Mitchell replaced the telephone. Then he glanced at a wrist watch, seated himself in a large overstuffed chair and began drumming his lingers on the chair arm. According to the watch there still were ten minutes to wait. Nonsense to be so upset over this interveiw, he told himself once more. Relax! That was what he needed to do—just relax! The plan didn’t seem to work. Three minutes later he was again pacing the floor. .John Mitchell was a large man. tall, with a figure that was well filled out. but not stout. He looked like a golfer who also enjoyed his meals. His hair load been dark once—nearly black. Now there was more than a sprinkling of gray in it. though from his face one would have placed the man’s age at about 50. * Asa matter of fact. John Mitchell knew how to drive a bargain. Indeed. he knew' how to turn the vote in a directors’ meeting. The color in his cheeks indicated an excellent digestion and the man looked in splendid health. His tailoring (he wore 'a suit of dark gray) was the sort to be expected of a man of taste who ordered the best casually and thought no more of it. bob QTUFFED away in a pocket of >3 that suit was the letter Margare* Rogers had written. It was a bi. note. It read: “Dear John: I can not give you p.: Tswer immediately. There are so many things to be considered Perhaps if you could come here so that we can talk matters over and come to a clear understanding it could be settled more easily., I want to do what is right. That is all that I can say now. Very sincerely, Margaret,” Mitchell had sent two telegrams on receipt of that letter. He was waiting now' for Margaret Rogers' arrival. The telephone buzzed insistently. "Hello-yes!” the man answered. Then i.’s voice changed entirely. Oh—you’ve conic? I’ll be down immediately ” He looked at his watch as he stepped out of the room, noting his visitor was just five minutes l3te. Mitchell was frowning a few seconds later when he emerged from the elevator into the hotel lobby He also was making a tremendous effort, not to appear self-conscious. Slowly he surveyed the big room. His frown deepened. He was turning when a low voice spoke at his elbow. "You're—John Mitchell, aren’t you?” "Yes. My names Mitchell.’’ The pair stared at each other. Mitchell’s eyes were stony, unbelieving Margaret answered his gaze unflinchingly. “I’m Margaret." she sa - d simply. She wore a black crepe frock her best one' with touches of white lace at the neck It had been remade more than once by her fievcr fingers, but it was becoming.

Her close-fitting turban emphasized the luster of those really beautiful brown eyes. When her eyes spoke no one thought much about Margaret Rogers’ other features, which were not particularly good though neither were they particularly irregular. She was pale and there was a fervor about her manner in contrast to the man’s cool aloofness. “Margaret!” he exclaimed. Then the high color in his cheeks darkened. “Yes —yes, of course. You’ve i changed,’’ he added. “Shall we find somew'here to talk?” the woman asked. He led the w r ay into a lounge adjoining the lobby. It w r as deserted except for a young woman reading a newspaper. Mitchell pointed out tw'o chairs in the distant corner. They moved over to them and sat dow'n. “This will do,” Margaret agreed. “Yes, I’ve changed. You have changed, too, John.” “No doubt! Well, its been a'long time ” he seemed embarrassed, dropped the sentence and hurried on. I’m fatter. Don’t get as much golf as I used to. Ought to have more exercise. But I feel pretty well just the same.” “You look w'ell!” “Think so?” John Mitchell eyed his companion closely. “I wouldn't have knowrn you. Margaret.’ “I’m not surprised. I didn't expect you to.” “Wouldn’t have known you!’ Mitchell repeated as though trying to convince hiipself of a surprising truth. “Hadn't w r e better—get at what you came to talk about?” n a tt ctthe man nodded. The masklike expression settled over his face again. “I want Celia,” he said abruptly. He said it as a man accustomed to taking the things he desired. Margaret Rogers’ lips quivered but with an effort she kept them firm. "I don't know —” she began. Mitchell broke in ruthlessly. “It's the only thing for the child.” he insisted. You ought to see that. What can you give her? What future have you planned for her here? She’s finished high school. Seventeen—almost a young woman. What's she going to do now?” Margaret was swift in her own defense. “Celia's been happy,” she defied him. He scoffed. “She's a child. Now’ she needs to learn the world. Is she talented? I’ll give her training in the finest schools in this country or in Europe. “If she want society I’ll take care of that, too. I can do it. I can give her everything in the world she needs! Margaret, don't you see—?” “Schools and money aren't everything,” the woman countered. "I want her to have a chance for happiness. I want her to be safe!” She put her hand to her face, but John Mitchell did not notice the quick motion. He did not notice that when Margaret's hand dropped the fingers were wet with teardrops. “It can all be arranged very easily.” Mitchell was saying. “I'm in New’ York now. Moved there two months ago.” “He mentioned the name of an immensely respected legal firm,.with which he was affiliated. “Os course I still have interests in Chicago, but this new connection means I'll spend most of my time in New York. “But what about Celia?” “I’ve arranged everything.” Mitchell insisted. “She'll stay with my mother in the old Grammerey Square place. I'm there, too. Mother may be getting old. but no one could launch a girl socially better than she can. “Mother knows every one. Shell introduce her to the right people. In the fall I'll send Celia to Europe.” The whirlwind of plans was too much for Margaret Rogers. “But I don't know ” she faltered. “I haven't said ” “You haven't said yoa!il let her come, but you'll do it. Great heavens! What can you offer to compare with this?” “I can't offer anything.” said Margaret through firm lips, “except what I've given her all her life. I'm will to work for her. I'm willing to do anything to make her happy.” “Then thats the answer!” the men said, elated Is it?", the woman asked grevely. “Are sure?”

—By Williams

JOHN MITCHELL S cheeks darkened. “Celia is mine,” Margaret Rogers reminded him firmly. “I don't have to give her up!” “No!” The man’s voice rose , sharply. “You don’t have to give her up. My God, Margaret, you’ve robbed me of every happiness! You took her away. Do you w r ant to ruin my w'hole life?” He bad forgotten where they were and so had Margaret. She 1 w'as in the past again. Scenes j forgotten for years flashed crystal ! clear through her mind. “Don’t—don’t say that, John!” j Margaret gasped. Mitchell was on his feet. “Where Is she? When caji I see her?” he asked. Margaret Rogers was very pale. “You can see her,” she said, | “She’s—lovely, John. She's beautiful! Celia doesn't know any- | thing about all this. She thinks | she's going to be a stenographer and earn S2O a week. Oh, I’m so proud of her. I want her to i have the very best!” Tire man’s gaze was far aw’ay. “Does she look like you?” he wanted to know. Margaret shook her head negatively. “Not very much. Around the eyes ! maybe. Her hair curls—it’s light brown. And she has brown eyes Big eyes and she's usually laughing. She's taller than I am. Slim, but not skinny, like so many young girls. Celia will be 18 next month." “I know.” Both of them, were silent for a time. Mitchell's eyes were downcast. It was a moment of crisis and Margaret Rogers w r as making j a tremendous effort. “John,” her words came finally in tortured rushes, “I'm tryingtrying so hard not to be selfish. You can take her if you'll agree to my j terms. You'll have to promise!” “What are the Mitchell asked harshly. Margaret leaned forward, her face close to his. “Promise,” she said tensely, “that Celia shall never—know!” (To Be Continued) R. O. T. C. Offered Prizes 71 mes Special BLOOMINGTON, Ind.. Sept. 13.Prize money in the amount of $75 again has been made available for advanced R. O. T. c. students at. Indiana university by an anonymous Chicago donor, according to Colonel O. P. Robinson, commandant. Tills same friend of military training at the university made a similar gift last year. The prizes will be awarded to men having the highest grades in military work. Autos Cause Two Deaths Eji Times Special GARY, Ind., Sept. 18.—Two Gary residents were killed in auto accidents Wednesday. Gus White, 40, 1 was killed when his car collided with a street car. He was believed blinded bv the run. Henry Reuter suffered fatal injuries when he was crushed by an auto in Chicago.

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