Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 113, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 September 1930 — Page 24

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BEGIN HE EE 7OP AY CELIA ROGERS, just, out. of high school rr*nds h hot. JuJv day looking tor e loh Her mother. MARGARET ROGERS is a widow, employed as a seamstress In a dress chop On the dsv the store opens Margaret receives letter which sne conceals from Celia It is an offer. signed JOHN MITCHELL to provide, the girl with every advantage of education, travel, and social position if Margaret, will give her up Margaret, declarer, ehe will never do this. Celia goes for a drive with BAPJIEY fell I ELDS, voune newspaper photographer Barnev tells Celia he loves hr and sw<=ars that, come day they will be lrurrled , Next day the girl continues her search tor work ’She goes to the shop *o see h*r mother and finds Mrs Rogers has h'ep taken suddenly 111. The woman recovers hut is told bv a physician she must top working Margaret writes a letter to John Mitch'll and h comes to Baltimore. X Iter a long Interview convinces Margar“t sh c must accept Sis offer and let Celia go NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER SEVEN (~i ELIA stood before t.he. dressing J table, mirror in hand, studying her profile She turned her head, chin tilted, and tried the effect. She was smiling, half pleased, and half doubtful Her soft waving hair was arranged in anew way. drawn back from the ears It. looked more crown-up. more sophisticated. Would Barney like it.? She pushed back the little curl which insisted on touching her cheeks. The curl promptly bobbed lorward again. 3 Celia's eyes were dreamy. She fey as paying more attention to her Appearance these days, thinking nnore about clothes and spending more tune before the mirror since Barney had told her she was lovely looking Barney said silly things, but she liked to hear them. Why—mother! I didn't hear you!" The girl turned quickly. Mrs. Rogers stood in the doorway of the bedroom Without replying she drew off her hat, laid it with her purse and gloves on the bed and sank into a chair. “You're awfully late," Celia continued "They haven't any right to ask you to stay overtime these hot days! I was getting worried ” ‘‘But, you shouldn't have, dear,” her mother interrupted. “I told you I'd be late this evening.” Vest., I know. But it isn't fair for Mrs. Foster to ask you to stay.” Margaret Rogers arose. “I wasn't at the shop,” she said. Her back was toward the girl. She did not see Celia's startled glance. "Not. at the shop?” “No I—l was talking to an old friend.” There was a pause during which Celia eyed her mother expectantly. After a moment Mrs. Rogers added: "I'll tell you about it later. We’d better have dinner now, hadn’t we? It must be nearly 6 ” “Everything's ready,” Celia said, following her mother into the living room which was also a dining room She took dishes from the cupboard and placed them on the table. nan PRESENTLY they sat down to the meal. There was a salad of which Celia w as proud, rolls and a vegetable and fruit. “I planned to have everything cold,” the girl explained, “so the room wouldn't get. heated.” Margaret nodded absently. The precaution had been only partly successful A slight breeze stirred the window curtain, but the air was warm “You re not eating, mother!" ‘Tm—not. hungry’." Margaret cleared her throat then and looked at. her daughter. Were going to have company this evening I—invited my friend to call" But who is it?" Celia could not keep the curiosity from her voice. "You don't remember him. Celia,” the mother said. “I used to know’ him long ago. Before we lived in Baltimore." “What’s his name?” “Mitchell—John Mitchell." Celia drew a sigh and laughed. “Well—that's a relief! Honestly, mother, when you first came in I thought something was wTong. You seemed so mysterious I was afraid you were sick Who is this Mitchell? I'll bet he's an old spitor of yours! Isn't he?” For an instant Margaret's eyes held her daughter's. Her cheeks tinged with pink as she answered: “1 was fond of him once. He—vou must be very nice to him. Celia. T want you to look your prettiest. ■Wear the dress." "But. mother. I don't have to be here when he comes, do I?” Barney's going to take me to the Stanley It's the new Ramon Novarro picture' You'll want to talk about old times— ”

Margaret Rogers’ voice was firm. “You w’ill have to go with Barney some other time. I want you here tonight.” “Can't I stay just a little while and be excused?” Mrs Rogers shook her head. “No. Celia, Not this evening. Don't ask it.” There was silence after that. Celia had been in the house all day. She wanted to see the picture and her mother's firm insistence seemed an affront to 17-year-old dignity. “What time is he coming?” “Eight o'clock I'm sorry to interfere with your pleasure, but, really, dear, I have reasons." The cloud passed from Celia's face as quickly as it had appeared. She slipped around the table, kissed her mother's cheek and laughed. “All right! Your pride and joy will stay right, here beside you. When Barney comes I'll tell him the party’s off.” tt tt a THERE was a great, deal to be done to get. the apartment in order for company, The dishes w’ere carired from the table Celia washed and wiped them while Mrs. Rogers bustled about with a dust cloth, setting furniture at different angles, converting the dining room back into a living room. “It’s after 7!" her daughter reminded her presently. “That's all right. I'm almost through, now. You'd better start dressing.” “Do you think Mr. Mitchell will stay very long?” Celia paused in the doorway to inquire. “I dont’know.” “Isn’t it funny you never mentioned him before?" the girl persisted. “Oh—l guess I just didn't happen to. Go on, Celia, Get ready.” The girl had just slipped the rose frock over her head when Mrs. Rogers raised the lid of the old trunk and began fumbling through the upper tray. She drew out her Jewel box. “Here—Celia, I want you to wear this.” It was the little gold locket. Celia never had seen her mother wear the trinket nor had Margaret Rogers ever offered it to her daughter before. The locket hung on a narrow black ribbon and Margaret tied it about the girl’s throat. Celia turned to catch a view in the mirror. She felt her mother’s arms flung suddenly about her. “Darling—w’e've been happy together—haven't we?” Margaret murmured brokenly. “Why. of course! Os course we have." “So many things other girls have that you've missed.” the mother went on. “But you'll have them too. Celia!” The girl drew away, eyeing her mother curiously. It was odd for Margaret Rogers to show such emotion. "Here —let me help you dress,” the girl said. She began to mi do fasteners of her mother's gown. Five minutes later a shrill whistle came from downstairs. “That's Barney.” Celia said. “I'll run down and tell him I can’t come.” She had not attempted the new coiffure. The brown curls framed the girl's face as usual. The bright dress added color to her cheeks and her eyes were shining as she hurried down the stairs. “Hello, Barney.” The young man's greeting was a second whistle, low. intended to express amazement. “Sa-ay!” Shields exclaimed. “Somebody's looking pretty swell. I didn't by mistake ask you to dine at the Ritz-Carlton, did I?” “Os course. Don't you remember? I'm terribly sorry though. I can't go.” He thought it was part of the joke. “And why not. oh, maiden fair?” “Because mother's got company coming. Really. I'm serious, Barney. I mean I can’t go to the movies with you. She only told me at dinner time. I tried to beg off. but it's no use." “Can’t you stay a while and then duck out?” a a a NO. I thought of that. too. It's some friend of mother's she hasn't seen for years and she says I've got, to be there.” “Has your company come vet?” “No.” “Well, you could bop in the car and drive around a couple of blocks, couldn’t, you?- Gosh, I'd like to see you for a minute or two and we can’t very well talk here ” Celia hesitated. She glanced up

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toward the apartment where her mother was waiting. “I shouldn't,” she said softly”— but I will'” Fifteen minutes later a girl in rose silk with windblown curls and sparkling eyes ran up the stairs leading to the third-floor apartment. She was late and yet her heart was singing “Maybe he hasn't come yet,” she told herself hopefully.” But as soon as she reached the top of the stairs she knew that she was wrong Celia saw the stranger sitting beside the window The light shone on his face. Involuntarily the girl stopped. A curious, terrifying feeling came over her. Celia standing in the shadowed hallway, felt the tenseness of the room’s atmosphere. She drew back, steadying herself with a hand on the railing. Her mother's voice came to her, but Celia could not distinguish the words. Margaret. Rogers sat with her back toward the door. The man nodded his head as if in agreement to what had been said. Celia was trembling. She could not take her eyes from the mans face. Who was John Mitchell? What had he come for? She conquered her fear and stepped forward. “Mother—l hope I’m not latetried to hurry ” Margaret, turned. “Oh, Celia! I was wondering what had become of you. We have company.” The girl moved toward John Mitchell. He arose, bowed formally and held out his hand to her. “How do you do?” he said slowly. “So you are Celia " The girl raised her eyes to Mitchell's cold, appraising glance. “Celia,” Margaret Rogers cut in in a voice that was a, sob. "Darling —this is your father!” ITo Be Continued i GULF STREAM SHIFT TO WARM NEW YORK Semi-Tropical Weather for Gotham Predicted by Navigation. Bv X£A Service LONDON, Sept. 19.—A famous Atlantic navigator, according to Joseph Elgie, English magazine writer, has found that the Gulf stream is steadily shifting westward, leaving England and approaching the United States. If this happens. New York is destined to have a climate almost semi-tropical, according to the navigator. It has been said that this warm stream of water, running through the Atlantic from the Gulf of Mexico. gives England a much warmer climate than it would have without its influence. It is feared if the stream continues to shift England's winters will be much more severe and its summers much colder. There are six members of the cat family in the United States. They are the cougar or mountain lion, bay lynx. Mexican jaguar, gray Yaguarundi cat, Canada lynx and Mexican ocelot.

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