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BEGIN HERE TODAY CELIA ROGERS. 17. and Just out of high tchol, suddenly learns that the father she has believed to bo dead Is actually living, and a wealthy New York lawyer. The revelation is made when •JOHN MITCHELL, the father rails at the humble apartment in Baltimore, where Celia lives with her mother, who tells the girl for the first time that Celia is the daughter of a first marriage. The second husband. 808 ROGERS, has been dead for years. Mrs. Rogers and Celia have had no income, but the mother's earnings as a seamstress, though the girl Just has obtained a position as stenographer. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer, is in love with Celia and vows they will be married some day. Mitchell proposes to take Celia to New York to make her home, offering to shower her with luxuries. The girl refuses. but later her mother persuades her to accept. Barney Shields calls at the apartment next evening and is told that Celia is not there. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINE BARNEY SHIELDS looked disappointed. "Ycu mean Celia's away for the i evening?" he asked, hoping the; answer might be in the negative, j Mrs. Rogers nodded. “Yes, come in, Barney. I might as well tell you all that's happened." The perplexed young man followed her into the shabby living room. For the first time he wondered if Celia's mother really might be seriously ill. She looked tonight as though she were sick. Mrs. Rogers took a chair and Barney eased down on the davenport. “Celia's father is here,” the woman said abruptly. “She didn’t even know lie was living. You see I'd—well. I’d put off telling her. He was my first husband, and we were divorced. Celia was such a baby then. She grew up thinking Bob Rogers was her own father.” "Well—that must have been a shock!" Shields’ laugh was forced, but he was trying to appear at ease. “She's—with him now,” Margaret Rogers went on explaining. “They’re having dinner down town. He's a rich man, Barney. He wants to take her to New York.” “What? Take Celia?” Again Margaret nodded. “He can give her so much. It wouldn't be fair to keep her here! Barney, you understand a little how it is for me, don't you—” “But—say. Mrs. Rogers—is Celia leaving? Why. that changes everything! When's she going? Does she—want to go?” Mrs. Rogers nodded her head affirmatively. “I think she does now. Os course she was upset last evening. I didn’t realize what a shock it was going to be. Oh, but they’ll be here for a day or two. She wouldn’t go without saying good-by to you, Barney. You've been such friends—” The young man seemed completely at a loss for words. He was still staring at the woman. Margaret Rogers was moved by his helplessness. 808 *'|"LL always appreciate what 1 you've done for Celia,” she told him. “She's had so few good times compared with other girls and she's enjoyed the drives and evenings you’ve spent together so much.” Barney had found his voice now. His cheeks flushed darkly. “Mrs. Rogers. I wasn't going to say anything for a while, but I—well, I think a lot of Celia. I know she's awfully young and I'm not nearly good enough for her, but just the same I care more for her than Bny girl I ever met. ► “I've hoping some day she'd marry me. I had it sort of figured

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out that after I got a better job and was earning more money I could ask her to be my wife.” He sotpped abruptly. In his gray eyes was such appeal that Margaret Rogers stifled the exclamation on her lips. “Oh, but—you’re both so young!” she said gently. “Celia is. I'm 23.” The youth paused and then went on aggressively. “Did you say she's really—rich?” “Celia’s father is a rich man,” Mrs. Rogers agreed. “I believe he means to do a great deal for her. It’s not all decided yet. There have been so many things ” “Going to live in New York, you said?” Margaret nodded her head. “Yes, for a time. You see, she'll have to grow used to the idea of having these relatives she's never heard of before. “I'm glad you told me how you feel about my daughter, Barney. I —well, you know I like you very much. Os course I hadn't dreamed you had such serious thoughts. As you say, Celia’s a child. I think it's best for both of you to put marriage out of your minds for some time. You have so many years ahead of you!” Barney smiled sardonically. “If she goes off to meet a lot of rich folks I guess she’ll put me out of her mind all right.” “But my dear young man—” Shields interrupted. “I know Mrs. Rogers. I shouldn’t have said that. Only you see this thing’s a shock for me, too. “I'd better be going. I suppose you have lots of things to do. Packing and everything. Tell Celia, will you, that I’ll stop in tomorrow evening—that is, if she can see me.” ‘"I’ll tell her,” Mrs. Rogers agreed. ‘She’ll want to see you, I’m sure. Good night, Barney.” “‘Good night.” The sound of the young man’s footsteps on the stairs died away and still Margaret Rogers sat where she was, struggling with her thoughts. Ban CELIA never had seen such a room. She was sitting across from John Mitchell at a table for two in the great green and gold hotel dining room and she was trying very hard not to seem selfconscious. She wore the rose dress which was her “best” and kept her small black hat on her head just as her mother had told her. All the other diners appeared elegant to Celia. She wondered how they could seem so casual in such expensive surroundings. A solicitous, dark-skinned waiter offered her a silver tray of rolls. Celia helped herself to a muffin. "How's the roast? Tender?” Mitchell asked. “Oh, yes. It's very nice. “That's good. Mine isn’t!” Mitchell grumbled. 'Might have known it would be tough. Can't understand what's happening to all the hotel cooks. All over the country they get worse every year!” "But I think the food is delicious.” “Glad you can eat it." They had finished their fruit and were in the midst of the meat course. Celia was beginning to feel a little embarrassed. Mitchell seemed really the one for whom the dinner was an ordeal. He spoke in short sentences and remained stiffly formal, but if the

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i girl had been sklilful enough, she j could have seen that formality was i a mask for diffidence. “You—h’m—think you’ll be ready to leave Saturday?” “Yes. Mother said I was to go ; then.” } Perhaps her placidity was disI concerting after the night before. Silence came between them until Mitchell said brusquely: “You look like your mother.” “Do you think so? Lots of people tell me that. I’m glad, too. Don’t you think mother’s eyes are beautiful? Mine are the same color, but they aren’t as big.” Immediately she knew she! shouldn’t have said that. Mitchell | looked across the room. His reply, I if he made one, was inaudible. Celia bit her lip. She could not understand why, but she knew from j that moment that she never must make remarks about her mother to ! John Mitchell. It frightened her i and then after a moment the fright turned to slow anger. She could not yet think of Mitchell as her father. He was an interloper with whom, for her mother's sake, she must be patient. When the waiter had cleared away the dishes Mitchell reached into a pocket of his vest and drew forth a small white packet. Celia lifted startled eyes. “Open it,” Mitchell repeated. “It’s —it’s something I hoped you might I like.” “Oh—how beautiful!” 808 THE little cry was involuntary. Cushioned on white satin with- ' in the box lay a white gold circlet ; with a tiny watch face on one side. ! Surrounding the watch was an elaborate setting of diamonds and rubies. The gems were exquisite. “Try it on,” Mitchell suggested. “If the size isn't right, we’ll have it altered.” “It’s lovely! Celia said softly. “I’ve never seen anything so pretty in my whole life.” She gazed at the jewels, fascinated. “Put it on!” the man urged. The girl raised her head. “You mean—it's for me?” “Os course.” "But I couldn’t take it —” .“Nonsense. Os course you can i take it. It's yours. Every girl needs ! a watch. I want you to have it so | that you won't miss that train Saturday.” ! It was a heavy effort at humor, j but for John Mitchell it was an impressive one. Still Celia shook her head. “No,” she said. “I can't take it.” “But why not? I bought it for you. I want you to wear it. Celia | —coudn’t you do that much for ! your father?” For an instant their eyes met. Then, with conflicting emotions, | Celia lifted the wrist watch from j the box and slipped it over her i slender wrist. The flashing stones nearly took her breath as she fastened the clasp. “It fits perfectly.” Gravely Mitchell inspected the arm she extended. He fingered the clasp to be sure it was tight enough. “Sure it’s all right?” (To Be Continued)

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Had a lion or a leopard sought sanctuary in the interior, unknown to the sentries? Tarzan’s quick eye discovered the opening ir. the roof, through which Taglat had fallen. He guessed that the ape had either come or gone by way of the break, and, while the Arabs hesitated without, he sprang, cat-like, for the opening, grasped the top of the wail and clambered out upon the roof, dropping instantly to the ground at the rear o t the hut.

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