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BEGIN HERE TODAY Adventure enters the life of CELIA MITCHELL. 17. when she learns the father she has supjosed 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 and remarried and now Is a widow. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer, is in love with the girl and before leaving Baltimore Celia promised to be loyal to his love. - She is lonelv in her new home. Mitchell asks EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful widow, to introduce the girl to voting people. Mrs. Parsons considers Celia a means to win Mitchell's affections and agrees. . , She invites the girl to her Lone Island home for a week-end. TOD JORDAN, fascinating, but with a dubious reputation. is attentive to Celia. Mitchell Joins the house partv on Sundav. Mrs. Parsons, seeing the father and daughter together, becomes Jealous. She tells Mitchell her pearls ore missing and casts suspicion on Oita, hut the scheme i*. unsuccessful. It is arranged lor Celia to continue her visit for several days, she goes to her room and is awakened bv a knock at the door. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO IJ'VELYN PARSONS entered the 1/ room. She wore a fluttering - turquoise negligee. Oh. my dear! T didn’t think you were asleep—l wouldn’t have wakened you.” Celia propped herself up on one rounded elbow and rubbed her eyes. She smiled. ’Guess I just dropped off the 1 first Wring. Has anything happened?” "No. I only came in for a bedtime chat. Shut your eyes again! I’m going right away.” ‘Don’t go! Anyhow I’m awake now. My—you look lovely in that shade of blue.” Mrs. Parsons wrapped the fragile garment about her and sat down on the opposite side of Celia’s bed. "Have a good time this everting?” she asked carelessly. "Yes, I did- And I enjoyed the tennis this afternoon too. Lisi’s a wonderful tennis player, isn’t she?” "Lisi’s good at all sports,” Mrs. " Parsons agreed, "except the rather important one of attracting the • men. x noticed that a certain little young lady had more dancing X partners than she knew what to do with tonight.” ’ "Oh, Mrs. Parsons !” "No need to blush. I saw it all . .right. And why not? All men like " to dance with such a pretty girl as you are, Celia. I must have you here often. You’ll make all my parties successes.” It was the sort of talk to which ft girl of Celia’s age is susceptible. ' Mrs. Parsons casually brought - Tod Jordan's name into the con- * versation. "He was ever so popular on shipboard,” Evelyn said. "My dear, - there were women and girls who actually dogged his footsteps. He ” didn't pay the slightest attention \ to any of them. ' "I guess that’s why I couldn’t help X but notice how attentive lie was z from the minute he met you. Os course, he’s that dark type that r usually does attract ” •i “Oh, but you’re mistaken, Mrs. J Parsons. He was just being polite • to me. And anyhow I only danced -with him once.” 1 Celia said these things because ' she wanted to hear Mrs. Parsons deny them. Fernaps if Evelyn ; thought Jordan had been impressed * it might be true, - "Only once? Why. that's impos- .. eigle. I know he came to me half 7 a dozen times this evening asking v where he could find you. Celia Mitchell, I do believe you’ve been coquetting!” e a b L ELIA laughed. "I couldn't." she said “I ~ wouldn't, know how to.” - v ' Tell that to someone else, my „ dear! Someone who's younger than Evelyn Parsons. Well, I only hope you won’t be too hard on the smitten creatures. * "Tell me—do you like these young : men as well as the ones you know In _ Baltimore?” Oh, there weren't any I i mean ” "No young men in Baltimore? Nonsense! You know you can trust * me, Celia. Who's the one lad in X your heart?” ‘ There isn’t—that is, we—” *■ ' What’s his name?” I Celia forgot her caution. 7 * "There is someone.” she said shyly. "I mean there's a boy I like awfully well. He's—well, he doesn’t earn very much yet, but he’s goT ing to some day. ; , "He’s a newspaper photographer, •nd he does me most exciting things. Os course, we aren’t really * engaged, but he says some day he’s

going to many me. You’d like him, too, Mrs. Parsons, I know you would! "He’s tali and slim and he has the most wonderful eyes. They’re gray. Barney’s his name.” "Barney,” Mrs. Parsons repeated. “Is that all?” “Barney Shields. Don’t you think it’s a pretty name? I do. And oh, Barney’s always been terribly nice to me.” There was a far-away look in Celia Mitchell’s eyes. She was thinking how tender and gentle Barney Shields’ voice could be. She could see his gray eyes looking at her. Celia forgot about Mrs. Parsons. She did not see the hard, tightening line about the older woman’s mouth. "Did—your mother approve of this engagement?” Evelyn asked. "But we really aren’t engaged! We couldn’t be. You see, Barney said it wouldn't be right because he hasn’t enough money, and he didn’t want me to give up coming to New York and everything. “Os course mother likes him, but she doesn’t know he said anything to me about getting married. I thought it would only -worry her.” “But do you care for him a lot?” Celia nodded her head. It w-as comforting to have someone to whom she could talk in this confidential way. Mrs. Parsons seemed so understanding. "I suppose,” Evelyn went on carefully, "you miss your mother a great deal!” The girl’s face sobered. "Lots,” she agreed. "Does she ever come to New York?” "Oh, no. She couldn't do that. You see, mother works. She does sewing for Margots shop. It’s a very nice place. She’s worked there for many years.” . Mrs. Parsons' brows raised expressively. "Tonight,” Celia went on impulsively, “my father said something awfully nice. He said I reminded him of mother when she was a girl. Wasn't that sweet?” With the light behind Evelyn Parsons’ head and her face in shadows the girl could not see the angry flare which crossed the woman's face. Celia would have been amazed if she could have caught the cruel glint in Evelyn's blue eyes. A moment passed. Then Mrs. Parsons said, rising, "That was charming. But it is dreadful of me to keep you awake like this. Forgive me. I'll slip along, and in the morning we can talk to our heart’s content. Good night, dear Celia!” "Goodnight.” a tt tt MRS. closed the door behind her. Celia extintinguished the bed lamp and in ten minutes she was asleep again. In the morning they had breakfast at a table set on the shady end of the porch. It was a glorious day, cool but bright with sunshine. There was a bird bath at the left and throughout the meal a chorus of tiny songsters kept up a cheerful serenade. Celia scarcely could finish her muffins for constantly praising Larchwood. She was looking cool and dainty herself in her sleeveless white frock. Mrs. Parsons, pouring the coffee, seemed pleased at Celia’s enthusiasm. There was no sign this morning of the angry hours the widow had spent the night before. "And what would you like to do this morning?” she asked Celia. The girl said she would like very much just to follow the gardener around and ask questions and. if it would be all right, to dig in the ground here and there and pretend she was really helping the flowers to grow. Mrs. Parsons laughed. "If Ben is willing and will tell you where you can dig and where not to, I guess you can garden to your heart’s content,” she said. Ben was the gray-haired gardener who had taken care of the grounds around Larchwood for twenty years. He was taciturn when Celia found him clipping a hedge of spirea bushes. When Ben found she was a willing listener to his tales of prize roses and chrysanthemums which he had raised, the morning sped along and they became close friends. The gardener sent her back to the house bearing one of his choice black roses. In the afternoon Celia wrote a letter to Barney Shields and another to her mother. Bhe told both of thi about thf, week-end visit. addinPto her mother’s note several

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paragraphs about her lovely new gownA In neither letter, however, did she 1 WTite anything about Tod Jordan. She had begun to wonder if she could have been mistaken about seeing him with Mrs. Brooks. They drove to the country club for dinner. Mrs. Parsons seemed to have a great many acquaintances, and she introduced Celia to every one. After dinner there was dancing, and Celia found that apparently it made no difference with most of these young people that they had never seen her before. Evelyn played bridge and Celia had plenty of dancing partners. A large part of the evening she spent with a good-natured youth whose first name was "Red” and who seemed to have no other. They were dancing when Mrs. Parsons came to say it was time to drive home. “Oh, Mrs. Parsons,” the girl said as the car sped over the winding road, “I’m. so glad you asked me to Stay! Today has been wonderful. Evelyn acknowledged this with a smile. "We must plan more wonderful days,” she said. a a tt THERE was excitement from the minute Celia appeared at the breakfast table next morning. "Surprise!” Mrs. Parsons greeted he.-. "Lisi just telephoned. She’s having a swimming party this afternoon, and you’re invited. “I’ve already accepted the invitation for you. Os course you want to go! Kate and Walter Carr are going to stop for you at 2 o’clock.” Yes, Celia wanted to go. She ran unstairs as soon as breakfast was finished and packed her swimming things. She had a neat green beach case large enough to hold her jersey suit and cap and the Ititle Japanese clogs for her feet. After that she did a good deal of fidgeting until 2 o’clock arrived, and down the driveway she saw the brilliant blue roadster Walter Carr drove. Celia was waiting when the car stopped. Amid gay cries she climbed into the rumble seat and the roadster whisked away. It was nearly an hour’s drive to the beach. The place was a, boat and swimming club, which seemed to be the favorite resort of the young people in Lisi Duncan's crowd. There was a large white clubhouse with broad verandas, boat houses and smaller buildings and. stretching as far as the eye could see to right and left, a beach of clear, gleaming sand. Beyond was Long Island sound The dark green, rolling water plunged and splashed and broke in foam-topped waves, Lisi was waiting to greet them. “Hurray!” she cried. "Hurry up and get dressed! Everybody else is here.” Celia followed Kate to the dressing rooms. There were a dozen girls there getting into bathing attire. Most of them were browned by sun. There was much joking and laughing. (To Be Continued!

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