Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 130, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 October 1930 — Page 10

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Adventure enters the life of CELIA MITCHELL. 17, when she learns the father she has supposed dead Is alive and wealthy. She leaves her unpretentious home In Baltimore for a home in New Yorh with her father. JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic Rrandm other. MARGARET ROGERS, her mother, dhdrord Mitchell and remarried and Is now a widow. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer. Is In love with the girl and before leaving Baltimore Celia promlged 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 affections and agrees. She Invites the girl to her Long Island home for a w.eck-end. TOD JORDAN, fascinating bnt with a dubious reputation, is attentive to Colla, and Mrs. Parsons encourages the match. When the other guests leave Celia continues her visit. LISI DUNCAN, socially prominent. Invites her to attend a swimming party. Ceila narrowly escapes drowning and Is rescued by Jordan. Her father hears of the affair and Insists the girl must return home. The same evening Jordan calls. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Continued.) The dinner that followed was a quiet meal. Evelyn Parsons was busy wth her thoughts, and Celia mournful at the prospect of returning to the city. After they arose from the table Celia wandered out on the porch. Tonight the moon was veiled behind \**Suds, but the stars were bright. T She turned as she heard a man's I voice. I CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR JORDAN stood smiling 1 at Celia from the open French windows. He looked handsome in his dinner clothes. "Good evening,” he said. "Thought I’d find you here. Mind if I come out?” "Os course not. There’s a fine breeze. Here—won’t you sit down?” She made room for him on the wicker seat. Jordan leaned back comfortably. "I just dropped around to see how you felt after your—damp adventure. Evelyn says you’re recovered." “Perfectly. Did she telL you the rest?" “I don’t know. She says you’re driving into town in the morning. Is that what you mean?” “Yes.” Celia shook her head mournfully. “Father says I have to come. That’s why I’m out heresaying good-by to the garden and the stars and the sky. I hate leaving it all behind!” “You do? Can’t say ?hat I blame , you. It’s a beautiful place.” He [_ paused, then continued in a lower RUce, "I’ll never forget it.” way he spoke made the girl turn instinctively. Light from the living room cast a broad, golden ribbon across the porch floor, but the divan on which they sat was in shadow. Jordan could not see the delicate Coloring that had risen in Celia’s cheeks. “You like it, too?" she asked in a quiet voice. Jordan shrugged. "Like it? I —oh, I’m a fool, I guess! Celia, you know the other evening when we were dancing here I—well, I don’t know—l just can’t forget about it. that’s all. “It must have been my mistake, but you see I thought you were beginning to care for me a little. Next day you seemed differenit and I decided I was wrong. It doesn't change the memory, though.” His hand closed over -Celia’s. "Was I—altogether mistaken?” He breathed the words slowly. Celia had no answer. Gently he drew her nearer. "You're not answering.” Jordan protected. “Tell me, Celia! It’s terribly important!” She edged from him. "You know that I like you.” she said. “I’d be awfully ungrateful if I didn’t after this afternoon.” “But I don't want you to be grateful! I want to know if you feel the way I do about—the other night. It’s the only time since we've met that I’ve had you alone. Celia, do you care?” a a a HIS arm had gone around her. Jordan s face was close to the girl’s. His dark eyes sought hers compellingly. She could not lpok away. Celia felt the warm rush of color to her cheeks. Tod Jordan’s handsome eyes so near—Tod Jordan's lips— It happened quickly. A kiss sweeping aside everything else in the world. Tingling, delicious, terrifying! Breathless, the man and girl stared at each other. # “Oh, Celia!” He tried to take her in his arms again, but Celia protested. “What is it? What's the mat-ter-dear?" She shook her head without ipe&kicg.

“But Celia, I couldn’t help it. I’m mad about you! • Oh, won’t you understand—!” The girl arose and walked to the railing of the porch. Jordan followed. “You mean,” he said huskily, “you don't care about me?” “It isn’t that,” Celia hesitated. ‘Then what is it? What else in the world can make any difference? Why, Celia—you're trembling!” Jordan took both of the girl’s hands in his. She looked up at him with frightened eyes. Their gaze met. Then Jordan dropped her hands and stepped back. “Someone else?” he asked in the same throaty tone. “I don't know.” “What do you mean by that? Don’t you know it if there’s someone else you care more for? Tell me, Celia. Why do you want to keep me waiting?” Jordan was a romantic figure as he stood there. His dark eyes seemed tragic. His pose and everything about him was melodramatic. His perfect-fitting dinner clothes must have cost three times what Barney Shields ever had paid for one of his ready-made suits. The girl was repentant. “I don’t know, Tod,” she said slowly. “I—l thought there was someone else. Now I don’t know!” “Does that mean I have a chance?” She nodded her head. “You darling!” Again she was crushed in Jordan’s arms. This time when she pushed him away she was brighteyed, laughing. “You don't know how happy you’ve made me,” he told her. Celia reminded him she had only said he had a “chance,” and that future decisions would rest upon good behavior. “Then I'm sure to lose,” Jordan told her gloomily. “I’m not accountable when I’m with you, dear. I only know how much I want you.” Each romantic speech thrilled Celia. She tried to pretend they did not. Jordan’s experienced eye took in her subterfuge. For an hour they talked, sitting in the darkness, with Jordan's arms thrown about the girl’s shoulders. Celia forgot her scruples and her promise to Barney. Once she asked about Mrs. Parsons. “Oh, she said she was going to write letters,” Jordan answered easily. “She doesn’t want to be bothered with you or me.” He asked how he was going to see her after she was back at the house in town. Celia didn’t quite know. She had doubts about her grandmother’s views on the subject. Anyhow, he could telephone. Why, hadn’t he saved her life? They would find some way of meeting. At last she said she must go. It was growing very late. The tiny hands on her wrist watch pointed to twenty minutes after 11 o’clock. Jordan laughed at the idea of that being a late hour. Still, if she wanted him to leave a a a SHE didn’t want him to go, Celia said. She only felt it was time that a call should end. Jordan insisted on one more kiss, and then another and another one before he finally said good night. “I'll dream about you. Celia,” he whispered. "Little angel!” She watched him get into his car, smiling a last farewell from the door. Then she went to the library to find Mrs. Parsons and bid her good night. Passing a mirror in the hallway, she caught a glimpse of her face. Celia stopped short. She hardly knew herself. It would never, never do to let Evelyn Parsons see her with such flushed cheeks. The bright eyes were tell-tale, too! Quietly she hurried, upstairs, dusted powder over her face and came down# again. She found Mrs. Parsons reading. “Is Tod gone?” Evelyn asked. “Yes. I really didn't know it was getting so late. I think I’ll go upstairs to bed.” “Run along," the widow told her. “I’ll be coming soon.” Celia undressed and crept into bed. Her heart was pounding so that it seemed hours before at last she fell asleep. Then she dreamed she was dancing with Tod Jordan on a moonlit platform. That young man was dancing, not in dreams, but in a night club. It was a resort in a pleasantly remote portion of Long Island presided over by a hostess whose affairs often made “page one” of the newspapers. Jordan had gone there directly

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after leaving Celia. *The slender young woman in his arms was Eve Brooks. a a a CELIA bade farewell to Evelyn next morning with genuine regret. She considered Mrs. Parsons her closest friend. “You’ll come to see us, won’t you?” she .begged, as Thompson piled her luggage into the car. “Why, of course,” Evelyn assured the girl. “And perhaps later on your father will let you come down again. Ask him to drive down some warm evening. It isn’t far, you know.” “Oh, I will,” Celia declared. “Well —good-by!” She wondered on the drive back whether she would see anything more of Jimmie Webster or amusing Lisi Duncan, or any of the others. Celia hoped so. She had almost begun to feel that she was one of them. But of course Tod Jordan would come to see her. She missed most of the agreeable scenery along the road thinking about Tod Jordan. After all, in spite of its terrors, the swimming adventure had been romantic. Tooting ferry and tugboat whistles caught her eye as they crossed the great East river bridge. The color and motion of life on the river aroused her interest. After they reached Manhattan it was a short time before the limousine halted before the Mitchell home. Celia got out and ran up the steps. “Good morning!” she said to Edward as he opened the door. “Where’s grandmother?” “Upstairs, Miss Celia. You’re to go up to her sitting room. Quietly the girl climbed the stairs and knocked at the door of Mrs. Mitchell’s suite. “Come in!” a shrill voice called, and Celia opened the door. “Good morning, grandmother!., she said brightly. “Well, good morning. Young woman, can’t you even pay a weekend visit without getting your name into headlines? Ugh! “What business have you get, I’d liketo know, going swimming, anyhow? ' It’s outrageous. Nothing of the sort when I was a girl ” The girl, surprised, waited while the indignant torrent raged. It developed that there had been no “headlines.” One newspaper had carried a small paragraph of the accident, and there had been two calls for photographs. That was all. It was sufficient to convince the autocratic Mrs. Mitchell that her dignity had been outraged. For half an hour she lectured Celia on the sanctity of the Mitchell name. Celia heard it all demurely. At last she was excused and went to her own room. No, it was not going to be much fun to be home again! Luncheon * was dismal. Mrs. Mitchell continued to indicate disapproval of her granddaughter. Celia retired to the library as soon as she could excuse herself. Martha found her there half an hour later. "There’s a gentleman calling for you. Miss Celia,” the maid said. With one b&und the girl reached for the instrument. ‘ (To Be Continued)

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