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BEGIN HERE TODAY ' CELIA ROGERS. 17. and Just out of high school, suddenly learns that the > ! father she has believed to be dead Is 1 Actually living and a wealthy New York 1 lawyer. The revelation Is made when JOHN MITCHELL, the father, calls at the humoie apartment In Baltimore ■where Celia lives with her mother. MARGARET ROOERS. Margaret tells the girl for the first . lime that Celia Is the daughter of a ! first marriage. The second husband, 808 ROOERS. ha* 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 a stenographer. m BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper -#hotographer. Is In love with Celia and M swears they will be married some day. S' Mitchell proposes to take Celia to New ■ York to make her home, offering to Sf ahower her with luxuries. W> The girl refuses, but Mrs. Rogers. W knowing that she herself Is feced with W aerlous Illness and loss of work, perL auades Celia to accept. The girl goes w to dinner with her father. He gives her a Jeweled wrist watch. Later he tells her he has a reauest to make. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ’ CHAPTER NINE (Continued* “Oh, it’s beautiful! I think it's lovely—and I dont know how to thank you for it!” "H'm! Never mind. I hope it •Will keep time all right.” Mitchell s voice was careless again. Celia could not keep her eyes from the gleaming bracelet. Diamonds and rubies! They sparkled and danced, caught reflected rays from one another, gaining doubled brightness. Impulsively the girl raised her arm and laid the bracelet caressingly against her check. She heard Mitchell speaking in a voice. "Celia,” he said slowly, “there’s something I want to ask you to do.” ► * CHAPTER TEN CELIA waited for Mitchell to continue. He looked so serious she . was frightened. Her two hands met and clasped tightly beneath the edge of the table. John Mitchell was clearing his Smce. “I wonder if you could call me—lather?” "Why, of course.” Somehow the boras caught in Celia's throat. It bas hard for her to get them out. Mitchell was looking at her with an odd, strained expression in his eyes. Pride and hurt both were struggling for the upper hand. The lump in Celia Rogers’ throat became larger. Finally she conquered it. ‘ 11l try to remember—father,” she laid. The word never really had meaning to Celia before. Other girls, of course, had fathers. But Margaret Rogers had been both father and mother to her child. Margaret was everything. Again Celia had the feeling that John Mitchell was an interloper. It was going to be difficult pretending otherwise. “It's time to go now, isn’t it?” she isked in a low voice. "Can’t be late yet. What time Is it?" He glanced meaningly at her b rist bearing the new watch bracelet. Celia's cheeks flushed. •Oh—l forgot! You see I’m not bsed to wearing a watch.” She etudied the tiny dial. “Nearly 8:30,” she announced. '•Mother will be expecting me.” They rose and left the dining toom. As soon as they had their wraps a uniformed attendant summoned a taxicab. Celia was impressed by Mitchell's ceremonious manner as he helped her into the vehicle. Neither of them had much to say as they rode to the apartment. When the driver stopped the cab and held the door back John Mitchell followed his daughter up the steps to the entrance of the building. He held out his hand: "Good night,” he said formally. “I shall see you again tomorrow, I hope.” "Good night,” Celia told him. “The dinner was lovely—and the watch is so beautiful I really don’t feel right about taking it! Only I do thank you ever so much!” She slipped her hand into his and for the first time John Mitchell saw her smile naturally. It was Celia's instinctive kindness triumphing over doubts and despair. "Good night—father,” she said 1 as she disappeared behind the closing door. m m u Margaret rooers was bending over her mending basket as Celia entered the flat a few seconds later. She looked up anxiously. "Well, you’re home early! I hope you had a nice time.” The girl nodded her head. •Look!" she demanded, holding out the arm on which gleamed the wrist watch. • Oh! How beautiful! Come nearer nd let me look at it!” -

Celia presented the wrist at close range. The fire of the diamonds clashed with the rubies’ radiance under the electricity. “He said I should take it, mother, I didn’t think I ought to ” Celia began. “But, my child, why not? Cf course you should take it. I hope you didn’t hurt your father’s feelings. It’s a beautiful gift!” “Os course, it is. I know that, but —mother, don’t you see? How can I have lovely things like this and then go away to New York and spend lots of money when you’re living here like this? "Everything was so expensive tonight. All through dinner that’s all I could think about. It isn’t right. I don’t see why he doesn’t take you, too. Then everything would be perfect.” “Sit down. Celia,” Margaret Rogers drew the girl down beside her on the davenport. Her great eyes were grave. “I shall have plenty of everything I need while you are away. You are never to worry about me for a minute. Remember that. And you must promise me never to suggest—what you just have said —to your father. It is completely out of the question! ou must understand that.” “But, mother—” “You will have to accept my judgment, Celia. Do you promise?” The girl hesitated. “I will,” she said slowly, “but I don’t see why things have to be this way.” Margaret put her arm about her daughter closely. She touched the girls waving hair with tender fingers. The conversation was not reopened. A day and a half of furious energy was ahead. It had been agreed that Celia and her father were to depart Saturday afternoon. The time was short for the dozens of tasks which Margaret Rogers in- ; isted must be accomplished. She had gained permission to stay away from her work for two days. There was shopping, cleaning, mending, and packing to be done. Mrs. Rogers engineered it all. A good part of Celia’s wardrobe w r as left behind, but the things that were to be packed into the new brown suitcase must be suitable for John Mitchell’s daughter. a a HOW the woman contrived all she did was a mystery. She worked tirelessly, amazing those who had taken note of her failing health. Money seemed to appear from nowhere. “Let The do that, mother! You need to rest.” Celia made the same plea over and over, but Margaret would not listen. Only Margaret Rogers herself knew she did not dare slacken pace. Time enough for resting later on! They bought a silk crepe travelnig costume. It. was brown, of a shade which suited Celia’s dark eyes, and the frock had a matching jacket. When Margaret’s expert fingers had finished ripping, restitching, and pressing the outfit, it had the fine lines and grace of the garments which bore the small label “original model” in the show cases of Margot's shop. Celia felt quite grown up when she tried on the new dress. It was not so pretty, she thought, as the light-colored prints and ginghams she wore at home, but it looked more like the pictures in fashion magazines. They shopped for kid slippers which exactly matched the shade of the brown suit and two pair of hose that were like cobweb. Mrs. Rogers bought gloves which completed the symphony of bronze tones. When all the purchases were assembled, they hurried home to more work pressing and packing. Celia was becoming excited. Her eyes were shining, and unnatural color flushed her cheeks. She followed her mother about, taking tasks as they were handed to her. At 6 o’clock she made tea, got food from the cupboard and set out the dishes. “Come on, now, mother. You must stop and eat.” “All right. I’ll be there." Neither of the pair had an appetite. They drank the tea and pretended to eat “Barney will be here at 8.” Margaret reminded her daughter. “Barney? Oh, yes, of course—l forgot!" The radiance faded from Celia's face. Margaret Rogers, preoccupied, did not ndpee this change. While the girl cleared away the

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food and washed the dishes, Mrs. Rogers returned to her sewing. She was getting a seam which had been fulled to lie straight. It was not yet 8 when there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Rogers admitted Barney Shields. “Celia’s expecting you,” she said. The young man entered the room, shifted his hat about in his hands and then sat down in a chair. a a tt Celia,” Mrs. Rogers called, V-/ “Barney's here!” “I’ll be there in a minute. Hello, Barney.” A few seconds later she appeared. She wore a linen frock and light sweater. Neither was to be packed for her trip next day. Shields rose. “I thought maybe you’d like to come for a little drive,” he said to Celia. “Since you’re going away I guess it’ll be about the last chance.” The girl laughed nervously. “Why, yes. Yes, I’d like to. You don't mind, do you, mother?” Margaret Rogers shook her head. “No. but you mustn’t be gone long. I’ll want to try this on you again after the bastings are in.” “I’ll bring her home early, Mrs. Rogers,” Shields promised. “All right, then. See that you do!” The boy and the girl went down the stairs. In front of the apartment was Shields' cherished roadster. They climbed in and Barney started the engine. The night was a cool use, Celia pulled her sweater closely about her and looked up at Barney. His eyes were on the road ahead and his face looked stem. No encouragement there to snuggle the least bit closer! “I’ve been wanting to see you, Barney,” she said softly. “Have you? Your mother says you’re going away tomorrow.” “Yes. That’s the reason I wanted to see you—especially.” He gave her a sidewise glance. “Guess you’ll have a fine time in New York all right. I expect you're pretty eager to get there!” “No, I’m not.” Celia’s lips were trembling. ‘ What?” “Barney—l think you're bbeing horrid!” She had turned her head away and was dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. Shields undertood In one horrified glance. “Listen, Celia, don’t cry!” he exclaimed. “Gosh, you mustn't do that. I—l'm sorry.” There was no reply. The youth looked about wildly. They were in the midst of a steady stream of traffic. Barney thought quickly. At the next block he turned a comer, driving directly north. Ten minutes later they had reached open country. Barney drove iilowly and then brought the car to a halt. “Celia—you darling!” Shields swept the girl into his arms, found her lips. Over and over again he kissed them. Celia clung to him. At that instant she was sure she never would go away and leave Barney! (To Be Continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

For the present, Tarzan knew he must give up the search for the pouch, since it would be suicidal to enter the Arab camp now wh'le all the inhabitants were aroused and on the alert. In his escape from the village, the ape-man had lost the scent spoor of the fleeing Taglat, and now he circled wildly through the forest in an effort to pick it up again. Finally he caught it and sped swiftly over the trail of Taglat and the “she,” who had halted in a little moonlit glade. ‘

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