Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 120, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 September 1930 — Page 5

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BEGIN' HERE TODAY CELIA MITCHELL. 17. laces anew life when she leaves the home of Baltimore. where she has lived with her ■seam.'tress mother. MARGARET ROGERS, to Join her father. JOHN MITCHELL and her grandmother in a stately New York dwelling. The girl had not even known her father was living. Until the dav he eame to the Baltimore apartment Celia , had supposed 808 ROGERS. her mother’s second hsband. to be her father. Mitchell offered Celia a life of wealth and immediately everything changed. She left her mother, unaware that Margaret Rogers was seriously ill and she left. BARNEY SHIELDS, the young newspaper photographer. w r ho swore that . some dav he and Celia would be married. 1 She is lonely and ill at ease the first dav in her new home. Late in the morning MRS. THOMAS MITCHELL, her aristocratic grandmother, sends for ncr. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN MRS. THOMAS WORTHINGTON MITCHELL bent over a desk writing. She heard the light tap on the side of the open door, looked up and beckoned to Celia to enter. Then she continued to write. Mrs. Mitchell’s sitting room was at the front of the house, on the second floor. It was much larger than Celia's room. The rug on the floor was from a Persian loom, and the furniture was elaborate in a style much admired in the last decades of the nineteenth century. A fireplace with marble mantel and a large mirror above centered one wall. At the left was a door, which Celia decided led into Mrs. Mitchell’s bedroom. With a staccato flourish the woman laid aside her pen. "Now, then,” she said in her sharp voice, good morning, Celia. Come and sit down." Though the white-haired woman scorned glasses, it was evident her eyesight was impaired, for she had a way of leaning forward and nar- >, rowing her eyes when speaking. "Good morning, grandmother,” the girl answered primly. She arose, moving to a chair beside the large oak desk at which Mrs. Mitchell sat. "Sleep well?” the woman asked. "Oh, yes! I really didn't mean to stay in bed so late. I felt dreadfully to have missed breakfast!” "Humph—it’s no matter! Always have breakfast served in my room, and your father doesn't take anything except coffee. “Aline has orders to bring you breakfast at 9:30 each morning. That's a good sensible hour. Makes servants restless to be having meal times changed around.” She said it so sternly that Celia hastened to agree that a tray at 9 :30 each morning would be entirely satisfactory. Mrs. Mitchell sat back in her chair. "Now that you're here." she said to the girl, "what are you going to do?” Why, I—that is—l ” The elder woman nodded her head with an "I told you so" expression. "You don't know!” she said, emphasizing each word. "It's a great responsibility to have a young girl like you in the house. Do you realize that? "L don't mind telling you I hesitated when your father first talked about bringing you here. But you're a Mitchell, and I hope I know my duty when I see it! Now, then, the question is—what are you going to do?” Celia's eyes widened. "Why, you see I haven't made any plans ” "No? Well, never mind. I'll do the planning. In fact. I've already done it. Tell me something about yourself. What did you do in Baltimore?” There was something vigorous and wholesome about the aged woman's brusqueness, but this quality was lost on Celia. "Well. I’ve never done much of anything except to go to school. I •studied stenography." “Augh stenography!” Mrs. Mitchell's hand raised in horror. “This was. I suppose, in a public school?” she asked. The girl nodded. ' As bad as I thought," the older .woman sighed. "As bad as I thought” Mrs. Mitchell rested one arm on Jicr desk and tapped her pencil dis- * consolately. Then she rose and paced back and forth across the room. After a moment she halted in front of Celia and looked at the girl intently. I really dent know if it can be .done,” she said solemnly. “I wonder ” Her expression and manner seemed to say clearly that Celia was a disgrace Under this frowning jplcasure the girl could almost feel

herself shrinking smaller and smaller. She would have liked very ; much to know what was so dread- | ful. “Is—anything wrong?” she asked. Instead of answering, Mrs. ; Mitchell sat down at her desk. “My opinion is that the thing's impossible,” she said firmly. “Still I hope I know my duty.” There was a pause and then she continued. “Your looks won't help you any. Oh. you're a pretty child. Too pretty! People are likely to guess from the start that you're from the j wrong side of the family. Now it was Celia’s back which 1 i straightened. I “I don't know what all this j means,” she said, “but if you're j talking about my mother !” The girl's cheeks were white. "Hoity-toity, child! None of that! | Who said anything about your mother? I didn’t. Just telling you j it’s comjnon to have a pretty face. ! And it is.' None of the best families have pretty faces. None of them!” Celia wanted to laugh. She con- | trolled the impulse as she said ! demurely: | “Excuse me.” a a a “TTOUR father probably has told X you I’ve given up going to the country this summer on your account. I see now it was a wise plan. We have months of work ahead before you can possibly make a debut!” “Grandmother! You mean—me—a debutante?” “Why, certainly! You're a Mitchell, aren't you? You’ll have to take your place in society. Only, I can see now it's going to be a great task!” Both of them were silent for a time. Then Celia said quietly, “Father didn’t say anything t bout —society. What do you want me to do?” The light of generalship returned to the elderly woman's eyes. “You must do as I tell you,” she said imperiously. “In September we’ll go abroad. Six months in the south of France will do more for you than years in boarding school. “After that the future depends upon how promptly you can learn. I can do much, but can not work miracles. The real responsibility rests with you!” Mrs. Mitchell talked on about details of the household. Luncheon was at 1 o'clock. She mentioned the servants and named them— Edward, the butler, who had been employed for fifteen years; Martha, who had served Mrs. Mitchell even longer; Aline, the parlor maid; Hannah, the cook, and Jane, kitchen helper There also was Thompson, who drove the cars. Luncheon was announced before Mrs. Mitchell had finished. She had a way of abruptly turning from one subject to another while talking—often without the least hint that her mind had taken a different tack. This made it difficult to follow, particularly for Celia, to whom almost everything the woman said was foreign. It was remarkable, the girl thought, to hear another person use exactly the same words she herself used and make them sound so entirely like another language. Nevertheless, Celia listened attentively. Her social training had begun. Luncheon was appetizing and Celia, having breakfasted hurriedly, ate heartily. Once Mrs. Mitchell embarrassed her by pausing to remark: "I'm glad to see you know how to eat. Your manners are very nice, but it would be better to begin to learn at once not to enjoy your food so much.” "But. grandmother. I didn't mean —I mean everything is really delicious.” "Certainly, but it is better form, my dear, never to enjoy anything." a a a WHEN they had finished. Celia waited to hear plans for the afternoon. Apparently there were i none. Mrs. Mitchell spoke vaguely of an engagement and disappeared ; | to dress. Celia went to her own room and wrote a long letter to her mother. She thought she was adroit in : bringing in a casual reference toj Barney Shields, but a child could i I have seen through the device. Then Celia put on her hat, took the letter and went out of the house to the corner of the block, where she found a mail box. Returning. Celia met Edward in the hallway. He told her Mrs. MitcheU had gone out. There was

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nothing more to do but return upI stairs and wait until it was time to dress for dinner. The evening meal was quite forI mal. John Mitchell and his mother I appeared in evening attire, but ! i there was nothing for Celia to do but come downstairs in her long- 1 I sleeved brown silk traveling frock, j It was her “best” dress. “Going to take this young lady shopping, aren’t you, mother?” Mitchell asked, apparently trying to lessen his daughter’s discomfiture. “I’ve made an appointment with Charlotte for Monday,” Mrs. Mitch- i ell said. "Charlotte,” she added,' with a nod towafd Celia, “makes all my gowns and I consider her shop much the most satisfactory in town.” “Satisfactory'” was not the word Celia would have used to describe her stately grandmother’s black and white lace costume, but she ! lowered her eyes and, following i the mid-day lesson, did her best I not to appear to enjoy herself. They withdrew to the drawing room and Edward brought the coffee. Mitchell soon was reading a | newspaper and his mother began | her nightly game of solitaire. Celia found a volume which in- j j terested her and began reading, i She forgot her surroundings until! j Mrs. Mitchell announced it was j '' time to retire. Tlie girl bade her father good night, kissed her grandmother duti- ! fully and mounted the stairway. The day on the whole had been I dreary, but Celia was optimistic I about the future. She was awed, but thrilled, by the shadowy vision of her grandmother’s plans. Imagining herself in beautiful gowns ! —going to parties—surrounded by [ admirers! Nothing in the least glamorous j happened during the next two days, j ! The weather was very hot. and j Mrs. Mitchell in spite of her boasted good health, was indi§- ! posed. Celia wandered through the big j house, watched the children play- j ing in the park—and thought about! home. Thursday evening, just before | dinner was announced, John Mitch- j ell found his daughter alone in the : library. Undoubtedly there were j tears on her eyelashes. | “What's the matter?” he demanded. “Nothing. Nothing at all!” Mitchell had to accept this an- j | swer. How could he guess Celia ! | was miserable because no letter had ! j come from Barney Shields? Mitchell j had never even heard of Barney. ! To cover her confusion, Celia j i tried her utmost to be cheerful at ! | the dinner table. Her father j j seemed unimpressed. As soon as i i possible he excused himself and dis- I i appeared into the room known as I | his study. For some time John Mitchell sat at his desk with brows furrowed. | i Then he took up the telephone and j i gave a number. | “Evelyn?” John Mitchell said presently. “Evelyn, I want to see : . you tonight.” (To Be Continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

Achmet Zek, spying Werper at the head of the charge, bore down upon the Belgian, who. terrified by contemplation of the fate he deserved. turned his horse's head and dashed madly away in an effort to escape. Shouting to a lieutenant to take command and urging him upon pain of death to dispatch the Abyssinians and bring back the gold to his camp, Achmet Zek, unable to forego the pleasure of revenge, set off across the plain in pursuit of the Belgian.

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