Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 122, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 September 1930 — Page 13

SEPT. 30,1930.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY CELIA MITCHELL, 17. faces anew life when she leaves the home in Baltimore, where she has lived with her seamstress mother. MARGARET ROGERS, to Join hM father. JOHN MITCHELL. an<f her Srandmother In a stately New York welllnß. The girl had not even known her father was living until the day he came to the Baltimore apartment. Celia had supposed 808 ROGERS, her mothers second husband, who was killed in an accident to be her father. Mitchell ofTers Celia a life of wealth, and immediately everything changes. She leaves her mother, unaware that Margaret Rogers Is seriously 111, and she leaves BARNEY SHIELDS, voung newspaper photographer, who swears that some dav he and Celia will be married. The girl Is lonely and ill at ease in New York Her aristocratic grandmother criticises her and. one evening Mitchell finds her In tears. He calls on MRS. EVELYN PARSONS, a beautiful widow whose husband had been Mitcheil s clqse friend t * i„i Mrs. Pardons agrees eagerly to Introdiiee Celia to the right set of young people, but her Interest, is clearly In Mitchell himself and not in the girl. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN “V'OU will let her come, won't JL you?" Mrs. Parsons leaned forward, smiling eagerly as she spoke. She was sitting in one of the gilt and brocade chairs in the drawing room of the Mitchell home, facing Mrs. Thomas Worthington Mitchell. It, was the afternoon following Mitchell's visit at Evelyn Parson’s apartment. The two women were alone in the vast room, and the youthful looking widow just had stated the object of her call. Mrs. Mitchell frowned, cleared her throat. Before she could speak, Evelyn hurried on. “Os course, it's not really a party! Just these few youngsters who like to use my tennis courts and dance to radio music on the porch. “There’s Kate Duncan and her sister Llsi. Walter Carr—Fanny Price Carr’s son, you know—and Eve and Courtney Brooks. Then Jimmy Webster’s coming. They’re all such nice young people for your granddaughter to know." s "I suppose there’s no harm.” Mrs. mitcheil agreed, “so long as her Father thinks it’s all right ” “But he does! And really, Mrs. Mitchell, you mustn’t tie yourself down here in this hot city just because of—well, this new responsibility. I think it’s wonderful of you. but you’re too self-sacrificing.” Mrs. Mitchell shrugged her shoulder. “Nonsense. I’m only trying to do the right tiling by John’s daughter. I guess she can go down with you for the week-end. Can she drive down in your car?" Evelyn Parsons nodded. “That’s just what I’ve planned,” she said. “I’ll stop here for her about 11 o’clock Saturday morning and I’ll see that she’s back safely Monday. Now you mustn’t have a restless moment—” “I won’t worry,” Mrs. Mitchell said firmly. “I’m not the worrying kind. Os course I hope she'll behave herself. You haven’t even peen her yet." “But. Mrs. Mitchell—’ The older woman went to a table and touched a bell. A moment passed and then Edward appeared in the doorway. "Did you ring, madam?" “Yes. Edward. Send Martha to ask Miss Celia to come here.” Edward departed with this message. Mrs. Parsons fanned herself gently with a folded sheet of paper. She wore an inconspicuous frock of black with white lace at the throat. Her broad-brimmed hat was black also. The costume was gauged to meet the dignified Mrs. Mitchell's approval. “There was no trouble," she said Viletly, “about—the girl's mother?” The elder woman’s back stiffened, •■you mean about bringing Celia here? I should think not! That creature made her bead—let her lie in it." Evelyn Parsons' lashes lowered demurely. She looked all innocence as her purring voice continued: "You didn't approve of the marriage. then?” “Approve!” The vehemence of the word was unmistakable. “Approve? No, I didn’t. And John Mitchell’s been paying for his foolheadedness ever since. After I’d ” a a a MRS. MITCHELL'S words were not finished. Standing In the doorway, hesitating to enter the room, appeared a girlish figure. “Come in. Celia," her grandmother said quickly. “I want you to meet Mrs. Parsons. Mrs. Pareons, this is my granddaughter." Celia hurried toward them. “You pretty child!" Evelyn Parsons’ uplifted face glowed with sweetness. She took

the girl’s hand in both her own, pressing it warmly. “Celia, my dear," Mrs. Parsons continued, “I’m so gird to know you. and I hope you’re going to be very happy here in New York. Your father and I have been friends for years. You must let me be your friend, too." Then she smiled. “I—l’m glad to meet you,” Celia said, hoping she did not show the confusion she felt. “Sit down, Celia," her grandmother prompted. The girl took the nearest chair. Mrs. Mitchell coughed. She said, “Mrs. Parsons has brought you an invitation, child. She wants you to spend the week-end with her on Long Island. Your father and I have agreed that you may go.” If they had expected Celia to show spontaneous delight at this announcement the women were disappointed. With no change of expression the girl said: “It’s very nice of you to invite me, Mrs. Parsons.’" The widow beamed. “I only hope you’ll find it amusing." she said. “There are going to be some other young people. Young people I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Will you come?” Celia eyed her grandmother sidewise. , “I'll be glad to,” she said. And then she repeated. “It’s lovely of you to ask me.’’ There was more talk, during which Evelyn chattered to Mrs. Mitchell of persons of whom Celia had never heard. After ten minutes of this Mrs. Parsons left. Celia was dismissed and returned to the book she had been reading. At the dinner table that evening the girl heard more interesting news. “Mrs. Parsons is coming to take you shopping in the morning," John Mitchell told her. “To take me shopping?” “Why. yes.” Mitchell spoke casually. “I hear you’re invited to Long Island for the week-end. Mother has a mission board meeting tomorrow, and Mrs. Parsons kindly offered to take you on a tour of the shops. Buy up a few things you’ll need in the country.” “Is Long Island country?" Celia wanted to know. “I thought it was —very fashionable.” Mitchell laughed. “Right.” he said. “It’s fashionable —parts of it. New Yorkers like to call anything outside the five boroughs 'country.* I hope you’ll enjoy the trip." ‘Oh, I’m sure I will,” Celia said quickly. “Mrs. Parsons seems to be very nice.” “Evelyn.” said John Mitchell thoughtfully, “is a wonderful woman.” Celia darted a uwift glance at her father. After that she ate in si- v lence. a a a THE shopping trip Friday morning was a revelation to young Celia Mitchell. In the first place she and Mrs. Parsons rode in a limousine behind a liveried chauffeur.' Never had Celia felt so important. Secondly, she had to watch herself closely to keep from showing amazement at the places they visited. In a thickly carpeted salon with beautiful furniture, where one or two attractive young women loitered. Celia was astounded to hear Mrs. Parsons ask to be shown sports clothes. It was inconceivable—until she saw it was true—that garments were for sale here. There were others to follow like this first emporium. And after Celia had become accustomed to the uncommercial aspect of the shops, she was enraptured with the purchases Mrs. Parsons made. They were to buy “just a few things.” the woman had said when they set out. It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon when Celia reached home amid boxes and bundles. Within the packages was a brief tennis dress, beach pajamas—vivid green splotched with orange—a green jersey swimming suit, a printed afternoon frock and two billowing party dresses. There were shoes to match everything, gloves, little felt hats, a beret and broad-brimmed straw. There were other accessories, too." “Bit they’re so expensive!" the girl 1 ,and protested more than once. Eve in Parsons laughed at her. It’s because you’re such a pretty girl. He wants to show you off!” Celia, blushing, felt that her new friend was indeed a “wonderful woman." Already she felt more at ease with Mrs. Parsons than she did with her grandmother, and she had known Mrs. Parsons only a few hor. Celia was beginning to be-

—By Williams

come excited about her week-end visit. “Mrs. Parsons,” the girl said shyly as they parted that afternoon. “I don’t know how to thank you—” Evelyn tapped her wrist. ‘There, there,” she said, “save those blushes for the young men. I’m going to see that you meet some handsome ones, too. Be ready tomorrow morning.” “Oh, yes! I’ll be ready!” 808 EDWARD carried the packag°s into the house. For two hours after that Celia had a fashion show, trying on first one costume and then another, parading before her mirrors. She did all this in the privacy of her own room. Once as she saw her reflection in the evening frock which was her favorite—a pink net with tiny cap sleeves and ruffled skirt stiffened with blue ribbons—her lips moved unconsciously. “Oh, mother,” Celia whispered, “if you could only see me!” She resolved to sit down at once and write her mother about the gorgeous purchases and her new friend, Mrs. Parsons. Before the letter was finished, however, it was time for Celia to dress for dinner and after that, for some reason, the letter was not finished. “I’ll drive down Sunday afternoon and bring you back,” Mitchell told the girl as they sat with Mrs. Mitchell discussing the week-end plans. “Why, John,” his mother cut it, “I didn’t know you were going!” “Oh, Evelyn thought it might make it a little pleasanter for Celia. You see all 'the others there will be strangers.” • “I suppose so.” “Couldn't you go with us tomorrow?” Celia asked. “No—afraid I couldn’t get away to do that.” Her father shook his head. “Evelyn’s stopping for you, isn’t she?” “Yes. At 11 o’clock.” It was ten minutes after that hour when Evelyn Parsons’, motor car stopped before the Mitchell home. Evelyn went up the steps. Before she could ring the bell Celia had the door open. “Ob, good morning, Mrs. Parsons! Come in. I’m all ready!” Mrs. Mitchell emerged from behind Celia. Edward carried the luggage out and stowed it in the car. Then Celia gave her grandmother a dutiful kiss. They were about to leave when Mrs. Mitchell called to Evelyn to look at a clipping from a newspaper social column. It was just then that Martha appeared in the hallway. She caught Celia’s eye and hurried toward the girl. “For you!” Martha whispered. Celia felt something being pressed into her hand. (To Be Continued) Auto Causes Death By United Prrut FARMERSBURG. Ind., Sept, 30. —Forest Roth. 29, was killed almost instantly when he ran into the side of an automobile driven by S. E. Meng, Carlisle, on state road 41 near here.

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