Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 129, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 October 1930 — Page 11

OCT. 8, 1930.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY A<Venture enters the life of CELIA MITCHELL. 17. when she learns the fathir 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 MITOHELL. and her aristocratic grandmother. MiRGARET ROGERS, her mother, rtivoiced Mitchell and remarried and is now a widow. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer. Is in Jove with the girl, and before leaving Baltimore Celia promised to be loyal to his love. She is lonely in her new home. Mitchell asks EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful widow, to introduce the girl to young people. Mrs. Parsons considers Celia a means to win Mitchell's affectlons ana agrees. She Invites the Rirl to her Long Island home for a week*nTOD JORDAN, faselnating but with a dubious reputation, is attentive to Celia, and Mrs. Parsons encourages the match. When the other guests leave. Celia continues her visit. LISI DUNCAN, socially prominent, invites Celia to attend a swlmmlg party. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (Continued.) In less than five minutes Celia had pulled on her one-piece suit and tied a gay orange bandanna about her head. Then she stepped into the clogs and ran after Kate Duncan out onto the sand. No one thought of introductions. There were young men waiting down on the shore. Some of them were already in the water. “Hello, there!” She was facing Tod Jordan. Evidently he had just come from a dip. "How do you do?” said Celia. Then she turned and, with a running dive, plunged into the water. She began swimming rapidly with easy strokes. Jordan walked away. He turned as a sharp cry cut the air. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE THE bright orange cap bobbed on the water for an instant, then a wave splashed over it. The second distress call was more feeble than the first. Some of the other bathers turned at the cry, but Celia had struck off for herself straight out to sea. Most of the party were shouting and splashing in the surf. Others, diving from a raft, evidently could not hear the girl’s shout. Jordan had plunged after her. His long fast strokes cutting the wa*r caught attention from the group on the shore. "Look—some one’s drowning!” Kate Duncan's hysterical soprano rose to a scream. The boys on the raft turned. Two of them dived into the waves and started swimming toward that spot far out, where a bit of orange cap and a girl's arm, raised and struggling, could be seen. Jordan was ahead of them. He nearly had reached the spot. Suddenly the orange cap sank from view. There were tumultuous cries from the shore: "She gone under!” "Who is it?” "Somebody get a boat!!” "Oh, why doesn’t he hurry—!” A lifeguard came racing dftwn the beach. His absence had been against rules. With the aid of the frantic spectators he launched the lifeboat. Lisi Duncan and one of the men got Into the boat with him. There was one pair of oars. The lifeguard pulled on them manfully. "It’s Celia.” Lisi was stammering. “Celia Mitchell! Oh. hurry, hurry—-!” Lisi was crying and wringing her hands. The crowd on the shore watched as though hypnotized. "He’s got her!” It was a youth standing on the raft who first saw Tod Jordan’s arm emerge clutching at a figure which hung to him tightly. "He's got her!” the cry rang louder, taken up by those on the shore. Now the two other swimmers had reached Jordan and Celia. They were trying to help him fight off the girl's grasping hold which left him powerless. "Keep her afloat,” one of the pair shouted. "The boat’s nearly here.” Jordan struggled to quiet the girl. The lifeboat reached them. It was a matter of several desperate seconds to raise the half-un-conscious Celia from the water into the boat. Strong arms reached out and pulled Jordan in. He fell heavily against the seat, exhausted. a a a LISI and the lifeguard attended the girl while the other youth i rowed. It seemed a long time before they reached the shore. Then the guard picked up Celia and carried her up the beach. He l laid her down, began to work over Her. a "She’s all right,” he told Lisi. she’s come too. Want to get vjlLd of some of that water she swal-

lowed. Get back, everybody! Get back and give us room!” His methods were effective. In five minutes Celia was able to stand and, with assistance, walk to the clubhouse. Jordan and the guard led her away. They wrapped her in a bathrobe and let her lie back in a comfortable deck chair. “I’m—all right,” Celia insisted brokenly. She tried to smile, but the effect was not convincing. "Darling, just be quiet now and rest. You’ll feel better in a few minutes,” Lisi said solicitously. The lifeguard handed Celia something to drink. It was very hot and bitter, but she swallowed It. Then she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. When she opened them again Tod Jordan was beside her. He was watching her face intently. Celia smiled. There was a glow of color in her cheeks now. "You did it,” she said. "You saved my life! How can I ever thank you?” "There’s nothing to be thanked for. Forget it. Feeling stronger?” She said that she was. There was nothing whatever wrong with her now, but she owed this entirely to his bravery. Jordan was modest. Any one would have done what he did. He just happened to see her first. It was nothing at all. Lisi appeared and asked Celia how she felt. The two girls went to the dressing room, where Celia changed from the bathing suit to her tennis dress. Someone supplied a flannel jacket and, thus wrapped warmly, Celia came back to the veranda. "What am I going to do?” Lisi asked Jordan. "She says she won’t go home. She doesn’t want to spoil the party.” "Nonsense! Os course, she’s going home.” The young man was wearing street clothes. 4 m going to drive her there.” Celia shook her head. "But it’s nonsense. I’m perfectly all right, and I won’t spoil Lisi’s nice party. I’ve behaved badly enough as it is!” "The car’s waiting.” Jordan indicated a black roadster with a wave of his hafld. “Come on. We’re leaving right away.” "You must!” Lisi told her. “It’s sweet of you to want to stay, Celia, but what you need to ando 1 , is get into bed and stay there until the chock’s worn away. You don’t realize it, but honestly you look terrible!” Protesting, Celia was led to the waiting roadster. She knew she was weak. That terrible, terrible moment when she had found herself helpless still rose up before her—frightful and unforgettable. Lisi waved farewell as they pulled away down the drive. Celia, dry, warm and comfortable, smiled at the man beside her. "I’ve ruined your afternoon,” she said. ,4 I wouldn't say that.” There was a pause and then Celia suoke slowly: "I’m sorry that I—was rude—when I met you today.” “You mean you wouldn’t want to run away from me now?” "Os course not. Why, I feel I owe you everything.’’ man JORDAN took one hand from the wheel long enough to pat her arm. “Don’t say any more about that little —adventure.” he told her. "If it's made you change your opinion of me I can’t even regret that you were frightened.” Something in his voice made Celia Mitchell blush deeply. Her eyes met his. She quickly looked away. "I don't really understand how it happened.” she said, changing the subject. "I’ve known how to swim all my life. It’s the one sport I was ever any good at. "My mother taught me when I was 5 or 6 years old. And this afternoon I was swimming along not the least bit tired or anything. Before I realized anything was wrong the water was over my head. I couldn’t manage my arms or get my breath " "You were out a long way,” Jordan said. “Probably didn’t realize how far you’d gone, and those waves are tricky. It might have been an undertow. Did it feel as though something was pulling you down?” Celia shook her head. "I can’t say how it felt. It was terrible. All I remember is trying to fight and going down and having water all over me and—oh, please let’s n<f talk about it!”

—By Williams

The girl shivvered. “That’s right,” Jordan agreed. “Try to forget it hapened. You’ll be home in ten minutes now. How much longer are you staying at Mrs. Parsons?” He managed to divert her attention until the car turned into the drive at Larchwood. Jordan helped Celia from the car and a maid opened the door for them. Jordan explained what had happened. At once Mrs. Parsons bustled the girl to her room. With the maid’s assistance she quickly had Celia tucked into bed and the shades of the room lowered to create a restful atmosphere. Hilda brought a glass of hot milk with instructions for Celia to drink it. nan IT was pleasant to be shown so much attention. Celia had really been terrified, and the shock remained. Reaction now caused her to sink into a deep sleep. She awoke refreshed. It was nearly 6 o’clock. Celia bathed and dressed for dinner. She found Mrs. Parsons in the Jiving room. "My dear child—did you have a good nap?” Celia laughed. "Oh, yes. I’m entirely myself now. Mrs. Parsons, don’t you think it was wonderful of Tod Jordan to risk his life to save me?” “Indeed I do!” They heard a telephone ring. In a moment Hilda appeared. “Mr. Mitchell is calling, ma’am,” the maid said. “Mr. Mitchell?” Evelyn Parsons rose. “I’ll take the call in the library, Hilda.” When the connection had been made, Evelyn’s soft voice answered: “Yes, John. What is it?” The man’s voice was agitated: "What’s this about Celia nearly drowning at the boat club this afternoon?” he demanded. "Is she all right? Newspapers have been callingL me. Where’s Celia now?” "Celia's here,” Mrs. Parsons assured him. “She’s—wait, I’ll have her speak to you.” She turned and called: “Your father wants to speak to you, Celia.” The girl took the telephone. “Hello, father! Yes, of course, I’m a'i right. No—nothing happened. It was a swimming party and I got out too deep. I’m terribly ashamed! “One of the men—Tod Jordan—swam out and got me, and then the lifeguard brought us in in a boat. What? Oh, I rested after I got home, and that’s all there is to tell. Come home? Oh, do I have to?” She tinned, dismayed, to the older woman. Mrs. Parsons took the telephone and talked for several minutes. There was no dissuading John Mitchell. He said firmly that Celia was to return the next morning. Thompson, the chauffeur, would arrive for her at 10 o’clock. Mitchell said that of course he did not blame Evelyn for what had happened, but he wanted his daupbter home He first had learned of the accident by newspapers calling for Celia’s photograph. That incident still seemed to distress him. (To Be Continued)

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