Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 127, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 October 1930 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Adventure enters the life of CELIA MITCHELL. 17. vhen she learns the father she has supposed dead is alive and wealthy. She leaves her unpretentious home In Baltimore for a home in New York with her father, JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic grandmother MARGARET ROGERS, her mother, divorced Mitchell, remarried and is now a widow. BARNEY SHIELDS, voting newspaper photographer, is in love with the girl, and before .leaving, Baltimore Cells promised -o he loval to his love. She is lonelv in her new home. Itfitchel asks EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful widow. t 0 introduce the etrl to other young people. Mrs Parsons considers Celia. a means to win Mitchell's affections and agrees. She Invites the girl to her Long Island home for a week-end. TOD JORDAN, fasctnathv? but, with a dubious reputation, is attentive to Celia. Mitchell loins the house party on Sunday Mrs. Parson", seeing the father and daughter together, becomes tealovs She tells Mitchell her pearls are missing and casts suspicion on Celia. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Evelyn’s hand flew to her UJ mouth. "Oh—l didn't think!, I mean it, couldn’t have been !” Mitchell eyed her gravely. "You say you’re sure you had the necklace yesterday?” "Yes," Mrs. Parsons nodded emphatically. “It was before the others arrived. I was showing Celia about, the grounds and the house and then I thought she might, like f the view from the windows of rtiy room It's quite unusual. “We went upstairs, and while, we. were there Rose, my maid, came in with the pearls They'd just, come back from a shop where I sent them to have the clasp repaired. I remember I put them down ” She stopped and the shocked expression on her face deepened. ‘‘No, no!” Mrs. Parsons went. on. “Os course it couldn't have been—” "But Celia was with you when you put them away?” The woman nodded slowly as though she dreaded the admission. “I’ve looked everywhere.” she said. “I wouldn't have thought about them, but I was in my room a little while ago and saw that the drawer where I keep them was partly open. The pearls are gone! I've looked everywhere!” She was an excellent actress. Evelyn Parsons’ expression and tone of voice both protested against this horrifying truth “We must investigate this thing at once,” Mitchell said firmly. I'll call Celia. — "Oh. please! No!” Mrs. Parsons begged "I couldn't do such a thing. I mean I won't believe —” “It's the only way to put the matter straight,” the man insisted “My daughter's name must be cleared..” “Wait!” Mrs. Parsons implored. “There's—there's no reason why I should suspect Celia- It's only that she was with me. We mustn't humiliate the child ” "Humiliate? That's hardly the word If Celia did this thing—" He was interrupted by Lisi Duncan. She came dancing into the Tiallway of the living room. P “Oh. Mr. Mitchell!” Lisi cried, “I’ve been looking for you! Come on—you have to be my partner. The others are all making fun of me. and I won't, have it.” She had caught Mitchell's arm and seemed determined to pull him after her by force, if necessary. “Come along!" Lisi demanded. “They’re all ready to start.. And I won't be without a partner. Come along!”

CASTING back protesting glances at Evelyn. Mitchell was led away. The widow, alone, tapped one foot angrily and bided her time. She still was standing in the hallway when Celia Mitchell appeared rounding the curve of the stairway. Her face was pale. As soon as Celia saw Mrs. Parsons, she ran down the remaining steps. “Oh, Mrs. Parsons. - ’ Celia said. “The queerest thing has happened. J can't understand it! I went upstairs a while ago to see that all my things were packed and ready to leave. “I was putting a pair of hose I'd forgotten into my traveling bag, when I found this. Look !” She held up the dazzling strand of pearls. “Why. Celia'’* “It’s the beautiful necklace you showed me yesterday, isn’t it? But how in the world did it get into my traveling bag? - ’ Evelyn Parsons’ face was burning For a moment her poise deserted her. A queer muffled sound issued from her throat. Then she recaptured command of the situation. “In your traveling bag?’’ she echoed “Why—how curious!’’ Celia’s cheeks still were white. b“Mrs. Parsons, yen wouldp’d think you couldn’t think—l mean I dn’t put them there! It must

have been that someone meant to —take your necklace!” Evelyn was holding the pearls in her hand. Now she looked down at them. “There must be something more to this,” she told Celia slowly. “I —I wonder.” “But why would any one hide the pearls in my bag?” Evelyn Parsons had been thinking quickly. "Listen, Celia,” she said. “I think perhaps I know what happened I can't tell you about it now, but I'm going to be watchful. You must promise me not to say one word about this to any one. I have my reasons ” Celia agreed “I won’t mention it to a soul,” she said, “only it makes me feel dreadful!” “Never mind Run along and forget all about it ” Celia went out to join the crowd on the porch. Mrs Parsons turned to mount the stairs She hesitated on the first step, her face thoughtful. She was about to continue when she heard footsteps. John Mitchell appeared. “Evelyn—you've found them?” She had forgotten that she was holding the pearls. “Why—why, yes.” “Oh, I'm so glad You don’t know how upset I’ve been. It was such a, terrible thing ” “There, there, John! You see it’s all right. Yes, I found the pearls. I—l went upstairs again and made another search, “And anyway, you know I didn’t believe for a single minute that your daughter had anything to do with their disappearance.” Mitchell smiled. Evelyn Parsons, standing above him. looked everything that was womanly and sweet. The man’s eyes raised to hers. “You wouldn't!” he said fervently. “Evelyn, I hope she'll be as fine a woman as you are.”

She excused herself and went on upstairs to put away the necklace. The plan had not worked. Never mind, there would be other ways! When Celia, reached the porch she found that the group there had diminished Lisi with Jimmie Webster and Walter Carr was displaying card tricks. The others were not in sight. a tt a THE moonlight was as glamorous as it had been the night before. Celia walked over to the porch railing, seated herself and leaned her head back. The garden in the distance was a pattern of jetty shadows and pools of silver light. Fireflies flashed past. The night breeze, faintly stirring, caressed her cheek. Celia closed her eyes and thought she could hear Tod Jordan's voice. She was living again those moments after she and Jordan danced. Celia's eyes opened. Someone was coming along the garden path. A man and a woman. From the shadows of the porch Celia could see them clearly, but they could not see her. They walked very slowly, close together, the man's arm about the woman. Celia shrank back, but in that instant she had recognized them. Jordan and Eve Brooks! Eve Brooks was a married woman. She had no right to be flirting as she did with any man in sight. But Jordan—Celia winced. He had tried to make Celia believe he cared for her. He had said it in words and in a thousand other ways.

Celia kept to her hidden recess. She could not bear to let the others know she had seen. Jordan and Eve came up on the porch They were laughing and casual now. Music from a distant radio studio began to pour forth from the living room. Two couples began dancing. Celia arose and started to enter, but. Walter Carr detained her. “Dance this one with me, won’t you?” he said. They danced and Celia carried her head very proudly. She laughed more at Carr's jokes then she had before Then Courtney Brooks came from • somewhere and asked her to dance with him. Brooks was an expert at the tango. He showed her some of the steps and Celia, though she was slow at learning, was laughing and her cheeks were hushed when at last she gave up the attempt. Tod Jordan stepped beside her. "I've been waiting for you ” he said. For a moment Celia was about to frame an excuse. Then she thought better of it, raised her arms and let him I lead her nto a\fox trot.

—By Williams

She was glad it was a fox trot instead of a waltz. In particular Celia did not want to hear again that melody about “stars a.nd steel guitars.” That was the song she and Jordan had danced to the night before They danced without talking. Jordan watched the girl curiously. She seemed disinterested “Tiled?” he asked. “Not at all. Do I look tired?” “Oh, I just thought you might be.” a a tt IT was not very exciting conversation. Presently he tried again “Celia, what have I done?” “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean. Something’s wrong. You're different tonight.” “I didn't know it.” • “But you are! Listen, if I've said or done anything that offended you, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do anything like that. Honestly, I'm terribly sorry!” It was almost, too much to feel his dark eyes imploring her. But Celia bent her head. She had seen him with Eve Brooks with her own eyes. “I haven’t any idea what you're talking about,” she told him glibly. “If you’ve done something you’re sorry for it’s too bad, but I don't see what I can do about it. Sorry, but I must run now and see when father wants to drive home.” It was a somewhat disconcerted young Mr. Jordan who watched Celia's blue chiffon back disappear through the French window. Celia, met John Mitchell in the living room. “I was just coming for you, Celia.” he said. “Mrs. Parsons has persuaded me a few more days here in the country will be good for you. “I’m driving back into town immedately, but you're to stay on and she’ll bring you up Wednesday or Thursday. Give you a, chance to swim and drive and fool around the garden to your heart’s convent. Like the idea?” “Why—l think it’s wonderful!’ “I thought you would. Wouldn't stay in town myself if there were any way to avoid it. I'm glad Evelyn made the suggestion.” Celia was relieved. It was so much pleasanter at Mrs. Parsons’ home than in the dreary Grammercy Park house. She went to tell her hostess how pleased she was One by one the week-end guests departed There was not another opportunity for Jordan to talk to Celia alone. She avoided him purposely. There was only his formal “good night” as they shook hands. Kate Duncan and Mrs. Parsons were nearby. Celia went upstairs as soon as she could excuse herself. She undressed and got In bed immediately. •She was awakened tjy a tap on the door. (To Be Continued) Club Leader Dies Bv Times SDedal TERRE HAUTE. Ind., Oct. 6. Mrs. Henrietta Wolff, 56, a leader in women’s club activities and a worker for Americanization, is dead after an illness of several weeks.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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—-By Martin

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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.OCT. 6. 1930

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