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BEGIN HtRE TOD AT CELIA ROGERS. 17, and Just out of high school, suddenly learns that the father she has believed dead Is living and a wealthy New York lawyer. The revelation Is made when JOHN MITCHELL, the father, calls at the humble apartment In Baltimore where Celia lives with her mother. MARGARET ROGERS. Margaret tells the Kiri for the first time that Celia Is the daughter of a first marriage. Margaret and John Mitchell "were divorced. ‘ The second husband. 808 ROGERS, has been dead for years. Mrs. Roger*, and Celia have no income, but the mother's earnings as a seamstress, though Celia has secured a position as stenographer. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer, is in love with Celia and swears they will be married some day. Mitchell proposes to take Celia to New York and offers to shower her with luxuries. The girl refuses, but Mrs. Rogers, knowing that she herself is faced with serious illness and loss of work, persuades Celia to accept. All preparations are made for her departure. Celia and Shields spend one last evening together. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER ELEVEN ''INHERE came a faint rumble of J. thunder. Neither noticed the sound. Celia raised her head. Barney's face, in the darkness, was so very near. She touched his chegk with soft fingers, trembling at the miradle of his nearness. “Barney—” she whispered. The young man's arms drew her closer. He captured the hand against his cheek and kissed its palm. Then he pressed her lips. Moments later they drew apart breathless and eyes radiant. “Why are you going away, Celia?” Shields demanded. "I don't want to go!” There was misery in her voice, though the words- were barely audible. Celia pillowed her head on his shoulder. “Do you mean that?” “Oh, Barney, of course I do! I don't want to go. I never did want to. It's because of mother! Now it's—oh, what am I going to do?” The answer, obviously, was to take her head on his shoulder again, to tighten the arm about her protectingly and by means of lips, but without words, to proclaim over and over again that he loved her. All this Barney Shields did. Celia clung to him, but still she was not consoled. “Barney, I don’t want to go to Jvlew York!’’ “Then why are you going?” She told him the story. It was an incoherent narrative, demanding frequent repetition and explanation. It was hard to make clear, because there were parts Celia hereclf did not understand. Shields’ skepticism had not quite vanished. He interrupted with questions. “But it’s true,” he said, “about this father of yours having more cash than he knows what to do with?” “Yes, I guess so. Maybe that’s why he’s so queer. He isn’t like anybody I’ve ever known before.” Shields’ voice was sober now. Going to buy you lots of swell clothes and introduce you to his rich friends, I suppose?" “I—guess so.” “Well, you'll be having a fine time. Parties and theaters and a lot of cake eaters hanging around to take you places all the time. Oh, you'll like New York all right!” a a a THERE was bitterness beneath his cheerfulness. “Barney, do you want me to go?” “Why, I don't see that I have anything to do with it. You'll forget all about me and everyone else here in no time. Sure you will!” “Oh, Barney, how can you say that?” “Well, won't you?” v Two brown eyes reproached him. Instantly .he youth was repentant. Warm arms held her close as he Kissed her forehead, her lips, her hair and eyelids. "Listen. Celia,” Shields said tensely. “I’ve been thinking hard today—ever since your mother told me you were going away. That was—well, pretty much of a shock, coming so unexpectedly. Made me think you didn't mean some of the things you'd said.” “But, Barney, I’ve been trying to tell you—” Her words were interrupted. One hand tightened fiercely on each of Celia's arms. Shields eyed her intently. Her answer was fluttering, low. “Yes.” “Do you care the way I do?” “I—l love you!” The/wind had grown stronger. A groaning roar of thunder broke from the heavens as Celia was speaking. Barney held her at a distance, staring deeply into the girls eyes as if he dared not believe his ears. Then slowly he lifted her cnin.

“Celia, darling,” he said, “I can’t ask you to marry me nGW. I’ve been threshing this thing out with myself all day. It wouldn’t be right to expect you to give up all the luxuries your father can give you for—well, it wouldn’t be much more than poverty. “I’m going to get a raise pretty soon. I talked to the boss about it a while ago. And I’m going to work hard. I’ll be thinking about yod every minute. I'll be working for you. Do you—do you think you could wait for me? Could you do that?” “I’ll wait.” “You darling!” It was a precious moment, more priceless because even as they pledged their love these two faced separation. “Celia,” Shields said after a time, “maybe you won’t feel this way after you’ve been gone a while. Maybe you’ll meet someone else.” “But I won’t! I know I won’t!” “You’ll be sure to write often?” “Os course, and you must answer right away. Letters are going to mean everything to me. I’m going to be dreadfully lonesome!” “You’re sure you won’t forget?” “How could I?” a a a THEY were brave promises uttered with all the recklessness of youth. How could this pair know that sincere vows often are the soonest broken?” A splash of rain was their first warning of the storm. A moment later a blaze of lightning lit up the road ahead. “Oh, we’ll have to hurry, Barney! Look how that tree is blowing!” Shields had no eyes for the landscape. He was busy with the mechanism of the roadster. Already they had circled about and were heading homeward. Celia Rogers never forgot that drive. Wind whipped her hair back. The rain was just beginning to fall, but now and then a large drop touched her face. Alternately the pavement ahead was as bright as daylight and the next instant it was pitch dark. Thunder followed the flashing lightning. The little roadster’s motor throbbed industriously. Barney increased the speed. The girl nestled close beside him. She and Barney were alone—she and her Barney—defying the elements. Celia was not afraid. “Isn’t it glorious?” she called, pitching her voice so that it could be heard above the roaring wind. Shields gave her a quick smile over his shoulder. It was his race, but Celia was cheering for him. They reached the city streets ahead of the storm. Ten minutes later the roadster was parked in front of the apartment house and Celia and Barney were running for the doorstep. The rain swept down in earnest now. “Made it!” Shields cried boyishly. The girl beamed up at him. Then they forgot storms and all else as he caught her in an embrace which left each of them serioq^-faced. “Celia,” he said, “should we tell your mother?” “You mean—about us?” He nodded. The girl considered. “I don’t think so,” she said doubtfully. "Mother’s upset anyhow about me leaving. I suppose it’s because she’s been working hard. I’m really worried about her, Barney. t “Promise me while I’m away you’ll come to see her often and let me know just how she looks. Will you?” “Sure I will.” There was silence. The moment of parting was near—a parting for a long while. “Barney, you’ll come to the station to see me off, won’t you?” “I’ll try’. What time?” “Four o’clock. Oh. please corner “I’ll be there. Shields assured her. “Kiss me, Celia. Kiss me and say you won’t forget what you promised.” “I—won’t forget.” They parted with tremulous “good nights.” Then Celia climbed the two flights of stairs and turned her key in the door. Margaret Rogers still was sewing. She laid down her work as the girl entered the room. “You’re late,” she said. “Did the storm catch you?” “No. That is, just a little bit. Barney drove awfully fast when we saw it coming. I’m not wet” “Better change your things, anyhow." The glr!4 came nearer to inspect her mother's work. The brown

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dress was basted and ready to try on. “Put it away for tonight, mother!” Celia begged - . “You ought not to be wearing out your eyes like this. There’ll be plenty of time tomorrow.” Mrs. Rogers agreed. Later when Celia had undressed and slipped into bed her mother came into the room, patting the covers close and “tucking her in” just as though Celia were a little girl. Her daughter opened half-shut eyes, smiling. “Going to beat you to sleep,” she challenged. Margaret knelt down and kissed her child. Then she turned away without answering. aa a * AT 20 minutes of 4 o’clock next afternoon Celia Rogers and her mother stepped into, a cab and directed the driver to Mt. Royal station. Celia wore her traveling outfit. Her cheeks were pale. One gloved hand sought her mother’s fingers and closed about them tightly. She had not dreamed the final parting from everything she knew was going to be so awful. “You’ll write,” Margaret Rogers spoke mechanically, “and I’ll answer your letters each Sunday. Be sure to let me know as soon as you get there safely.” “Yes, I’ll let you know.” The taxicab drew up before the station. They saw John Mitchell strolling back and forth on the platform. He came to meet them. “Here in plenty of time,” he said. “Ten minutes to wait yet.” Mitchell paid the driver’s fee and motioned to a porter to take charge of the baggage. “Might as well sit while we’re waiting,” he suggested. “Will you go inside?” Mrs. Rogers led the way. Celia scanned the platform. The one she was looking for wife not in sight. He was not in the waiting room either. “I think I’ll step outside she said in a low voice. “I’ll be right back.” She waited as long as she dared, but Barney did not appear. He was not there when, amid puffings and snortings of steam, the big locomotive pulled away from the station. Barney Shields was not there. Only Margaret Rogers, quivering, hiding her face with her handkerchief, and waving a pair of shabby cotton gloves, saluted the two passengers. Tears blinded the woman’s eyes. She moved unsteadily, and over and over under her breath she mumbled these words, “She’s never going to know! He promised me. She’s never going to know!” v (To Be Continued.) Mother and Son United Bii Times Snecinl COLUMBUS, Ind., Sept. 24. After thirty years separation, Mrs. Samuel Dodson of this city and her son, Roy Brown, Kansas, were reunited when the son came here. They had not heard from or seen each other in that length of time.

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Through the night’s search for Taglat and the •‘she” had been futile, Tarzan believed that success had been but delayed. He would eat and sleep and then set forth again. The jungle was wide; but wide, too. were the experience and cunning of Tarzan. Taglat might travel far, but Tarzan would find him in the end, though he had to search every tree in the mighty forest Soliloquizing thus, the ape-man followed the spoor of Bara, the deer, upon which he had decided to satisfy his hunger.

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Whatever it was mattered little to Tarzan of the Apes—he was ready and willing to defend his kill against any other denizen of the jungle. On came the running deer. The apeman turned so that his back was toward the approaching animal. He poised with bent knees upon the swaying limb above the trail, timing with keen ears the nearing hoof beats of the frightened Bara. In a moment the victim passed beneath thq limb and the ape-man dropped down üßan its back.

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