Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 132, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 October 1930 — Page 5

OCT. 11, 1930.

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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 Daltimore for a home in New York with her father. JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic grandmother. MARGARET ROGERS, her mother, divorced Mitcheil and remarried and is now a widow. BARNEY SHIELDS, voting newspaper photographer, is in love with the girl and before leaving Baltimore Celia promised to oe loyal to his love. She is lonelv in her new home. Mitchell asks EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful widow to introduce the girl to voung people. Mrs. Parsons considers 'alia a means to win Mitchell’s affections and agrees. She invites the girl to her Long Island home for a week-end. TOD JORDAN. fascinating 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 her to a swimming party. Celia narrowly escapes drowning and is rescued by Jordan. Her rather hears of the affair and insists the girl must return home. The fame evening Jordan calls and in a romantic scene tells Celia he loves her. She returns to New York and two days later attends a charity fair with her grandmother. A gypsy fortune teller reads Celia’s palm and warns her of impending -danger NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX "l-’vANGER?"CeIia Mitchell asked. U ’’What do you mean?” The gypsy was bending over the girl’s hand again. “Two men,” she repeated. 'One man-is dark, handsome. They make love to you. Both of them! Oh. Miss,” she raised her eyes imploringly, "I see trouble!” The old woman looked distressed. Celia stirred uncomfortably as the black eyes continued to stare at her. "But -what is it?” she insisted. The gypsy put the girl’s hand down on the table between them. I arft sorry,” she said. ”1 can not do it. I can not read your future!” ’Why—what's the matter? I don't understand.” The old woman was shaking her head. The heavy gold hoops in her ears bobbed grotesquely. Then the gypsy's expression changed. Her face became completely blank. She took out the dollar bill Celia had given her and handed it to the girl. I tell no more fortunes. Sorry,” she said. Celia was both amused and annoyed. She wondered what trickery of the fortune teller’s was behind this odd occurrence. Os course, the idea that the gypsy really had foreseen disaster in her palm was preposterous. The girl arose and, with a shrug of her shoulders, left the tent. Mrs. Mitchell was waiting. "What did she tell you?” she asked. ’Nothing! Grandmother, she’s just a fraud. She tried to frighten me by saying she saw danger in my palm and then when I asked what she meant she gave up and said she couldn’t tell ny fortune. Isn’t that nonsense?” ‘Outrageous! I wouldn't have paid her.” “I’d already done that, but she handed the money back.” Mrs. Mitchell eyed her granddaughter. , ’That's strange,” she said. “Wait —l'm going in and see what she’ll tell me. If there’s anything fraudulent going on here it's my duty to report it.” ’Don’t go now,” Celia cautioned. “Wait a bit. She’d know you were with me because she saw us together. Let's go somewhere else and you can come back later.” Mrs. Mitchell agreed. The fair made a gay scene. The grounds were beautiful and the bright tents and awnings under which toys, balloons and refreshments were sold added color. There were huge orange tables and chairs. Pretty girls in peasant costumes carried trays of food. Men, women, and children thronged about in light-colored attire. On a lake nearby young people were taking boat rides. a a u IT was all festive, but Celia felt lonely. She knew no one. and it was not very entertaining to stroll aLcut chatting with her grandmother's friends. Since the affa-r was being held to make money, a large part of the crowd Mrs. Mitchell explained, were •’outsiders." To Celia it seemed these were the ones who were enjoying themselves. Here apd there they met an elderly woman or man with whom Iter grandmother paused to talk. Mrs Mitchell promptly presented Celia, but. before these elders, the grl was quiet. She eyed the “outsiders” boating e ; the lake and riding on the mer-rv-go-round enviously. The pastimes might bs juvenile, but they were having fun. Presently Mrs. Mitchell remembered the fortune -teller. “You stay here, Celia,” she said.

“I'm going to find out about that gypsy!” The girl sank into one of the orange and green chairs beneath a parasol ar.d said she would wait until her grandmother’s return. A waitress stopped at the table and Celia ordered a frosted chocolate. She sipped the beverage slowly, thinking how pleasant the afternoon might have been if Lisi and her gay crowd had been there. The Duncan family’s social standing was satisfactory, Mrs. Parsons had said. It was queer about society. It was not long before she saw Mrs. Mitchell coming toward her. There was a triumphant briskness in the elderly woman’s manner. “Why, she’s wonderful!” she exclaimed as she reached the girl. “Celia, she told me everything.” “You mean the fortune teller?” Mrs. Mitchell nodded, then began to detail the remarkable occurrences of past, present and future which had been revealed to her. She was convinced the gypsy was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. She said the “reading” had been amazing. Celia listened thoughtfully. “It’s funny she finished with me so quickly, isn't it?” she asked. "My dear, that worries me!” The girl laughed carelessly, “Oh, of course, there’s nothing to it. I’m not going to become superstitions over a little thing like that!” Mrs. Mitchell answered guardedly. Several times during their ’Time home she eyed the. girl covertly. She appeared to be uncomfortable in her granddaughter’s presence. When Celia repeated tne incident to her father at the dinner table he scoffed. The important event of that day was yet to come. Tod Jordan telephoned. Celia was able to talk to him privately on the telephone, in the library. The sound of his voice set her pulse beating more rapily. “Can’t you come for a drive?” he begged. “When am I going to see you?” At that particular moment Celia would have given almost anything in the world to drive with Jordan, but she knew her grandmother’s views. She could not possibly introduce a young man whose parentage neither her father nor grandmother knew and say, “We’re going off for the evening.” SHE told him it would have to be some other time. Jordan appeared keenly disappointed. He said he had tried repeatedly to reach her. The conversation grew more personal. The girl was afraid- some one might overhear. Suddenly she remembered Lisi's “luncheon engagement.” But that would be deceiving her father. No, she could not do that. She told Jordan to call her next day. She would try to have something planned. Tod Jordan's low "good night, dearest,” was a haunting memory. > Celia was not prepared for her father’s announcement the nexj; afternoon. Mitchell called her to him. ’Know what day this is. Celia?” he asked. She looked at him round-eyed. “Sunday, why?” “That isn't.what I mean. Day of the month. Know what day Wednesday will be?” She wrinkled her forehead. No use pretending. F guess you know all right. How old will you be?" Celia laughed. “It's my birthday! Honestly. I hadn't thought about it. I’ll be 18!’” “That's right. Regular young lady. Well, were going to celebrate. I've asked Evelyn to take charge and we re going to give you a birthday party to remember.” “Oh. how wonderful!" •Glad you like- the idea. Have to have anew dress and some trinkets. I suppose. Mother will see to that. I wanted to surprise you, but decided it would be better this way.” Celia tried to say how pleased she was. The words stuck in her throat. It was hard to express sentiment before John Mitchell. When Jordan telephoned she told him about the birthday party and said she would see him there. Os course Evelyn would invite him. Next day Celia and her grandmother went shopping They called at Charlotte's establishment, a house in the east fifties which was so unattractive it must obviously be exclusive. Charlotte paid Mrs. Mitchell great deference.

—By Williams

i “It's not for myself!” the elderly ! woman explained. “Something for my granddaughter. She needs a party dress. Going to have a birthday party!” Charlotte was entranced. She declared she would provide Celia with the loveliest party frock that had ever been made. She had thewery thing waiting. st tt tt SHE searched the model frocks and came back with something of white taffeta and silver over her arm. Sle held the gown up. “Try this,” she urged. Celia stood still while the dress was adjusted. Then she stepped before the mirror. The white silk clung about her closely, widening as it reached the floor. Silver threads spun a glittering cobweb across one side of the skirt. There were touches of silver on the bodice, cut with classic simplicity. “It’s lovely!” the girl exclaimed. The dress was youthfulness itself. It defied Celia's flawless coloring and could boast no victory. Charlotte was busy with pins explaining alterations here and there would make the gown perfect. The purchase was settled upon immediately. Charlotte was to send slippers and underthings as well. She brought out a white velvet wrap that made Celia look like a Parisian fashion plate. “Humph! That’s enough for one day!” Mrs. Mitchell announced, and the shopping trip was over. The next two days were busy. Evelyn Parsons telephoned, came to see Mrs. Mitchell, and gave Celia lists of errands. The birthday celebration was to be a dinner party, followed by dancing. It -was to take place on a fashionable hotel roof. The packages arrived from Charlotte's. Every thing fitted perfectly. Wednesday afternoon Celia took a long nap so that she would be fresh for the evening. Martha was to help her dress. It had been arranged that Mrs. Parsons and Mitchell and Celia should go to the hotel together. Mrs. Mitchell had declined to attend such a youthful affair. It was nearly 7 o’clock when Celia came downstairs wearing the beautiful white gown. Evelyn, stunning in turquoise, was in the drawing room with John Mitchell. “Father.” the girl said slowly. “I was asked to give you this.” She handed him an envelope addressed to “John Mitchell.” It was an inclosure from the long birthday letter Celia had received from her mother. “I want you to give the inclosed note to your father,” Margaret Rogers had written. “Please don’t mention it to any one else.” Mitchell took the missive, glanced at it, then laid :t on the table. “We're ready,’ he told the girl. “Do you have your wrap?” Celia disappeared. Thus it happened that when a call came for Mitchella moment afterward Evelyn Parsons was left alone. She looked quickly over her shoulder, then picked up the envelope. Five minutes later Mitche'll was back. He had forgotten the message. All that remained of Margaret Rogers’ letter was a tiny pile of fresh ashes on the grate. (To Be Continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

Though her clothes were rumpled and her hair disheveled, Albert Werper realized that he never before had looked up such a vision of loveliness as that which Lady Greystoke presented in the relief and joy which she felt in coming so unexpectedly upon a friend and rescuer when hope had seemed so far away. If the Belgian had entertained any doubt as to the woman's knowledge of his past in the perfidious attack upon her home and herself, it was quickly dissipated by the genuine friendliness of her greeting.

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—By Martin

“Perhaps we can reach the camp of the raiders before the knowledge of Achmet Zek's death reaches those that are left, and then we may bargain for an escort northward. It is our only hope. Lady Greystc! e and you must place your entire faith in me ii we are to succeed.” Unsuspicious of the man’s true character, Jane Clayton saw nothing peculiar in his plans, nor did she give a thought to his friendship with the Arabs. So she grasped with alacrity the seeming hope for safety which he proffered her.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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