Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 133, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 October 1930 — Page 11

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BEGIN HEBE 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 York with her father, JOHN r MITCHELL, and her aristocratic grandmother. MAROARET ROGERS, her mother, divorced Mitchell and remarried and is now 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 lonely 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 Long Island home for a weekend and there Celia meets TOD JORDAN. fascinating but of dubious character. Mrs. Parsons encourages the match. Celia treats Jordan coolly at first, but is won bv his romantic love making after he has rescued her from drowning. LISI DUNCAN, socially prominent, becomes Celia's loyal friend. At a •charity bazar a gypsy fortune teller reads Celia's palm and warns her of impending danger. Mitchell arranges an e' borate party In honor of Celia's eigh th birthday and Mrs. Parsons assists ,n the plans. The evening of the party Celia gives he- father a message from her mother, bi rg. Parsons destroys it before Mitthr'l has read it. NOW GO ON WITH STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN C'i ELIA, holding the velvet wrap > about her tightly, re-entered the drawing room. Her eyes were bright. | "Ready!” she called. * Evelyn Parsons was standing with her back toward the girl. She toyed with a tiny enameled automatic lighter. At the sound of Celia’s voice she slipped the lighter into her evening bag, then turned, wore a satin coat which matched wore a stin coat which matched her evening gown. Both were turquoise. Evelyn's softly waving hair gleamed like spun gold. Her satin slippers, which were the same bright shade as her gown, had high rhinestone heels that twinkled with every movement. About her throat vas a chain from which hung a blazing diamond pendant, and on her arm were two diamond bracelets. No wonder John Mitchell scarcely j'could keep his eyes from her! Perhaps the jewels jogged his memory. He drew a small box from his coat pocket. "Oh, Celia,” he said, “I almost forgot.” He handed the object to the girl. She took the box in her hand. It Was a tiny white square. "Open it!” the father urged. Mrs. Parsons leaned forward curiously. Celia sprung the lid back. A perfect ruby flamed up at them. It was set in a ring band, a small (diamond on either side. •Oh!” It was as much as Celia could titter. She stared at the dazzling Btone, then at her father. Suddenly she turned and threw her arms around him. She declared this was the most beautiful ring in the world, the loveliest birthday gift, that she never could thank him enough. Mitchell looked pleased. He told Celia to put the ring on her Anger. Was it the right size? Yes. exactly. Neither of them noticed Mrs. Parsons. She had been trying very hard to look as though she shared the others’ enthusiasm. Now she tapped one loot nervously. "It’s a most beautiful ring!” she taid sweetly. “What a lucky girl you are, Celia, to have such a father—so generous and with such excellent taste! You're to be envied.” She paused a moment and then added, “but we mustn’t forget your 1 guests.” tt tt 0 MITCHELL looked at his watch. "No, no! Time to be on our | ray. We'd better start at once.” They went out to the car where Thompson was waiting, and a moment later they were driving uptown. Celia leaned back happily. She felt this was the most exciting evening of icr life. She never had visited a roof dining room. Visions of extravagant splendor presented themselves. The party was being given especially for her, and she was going to see Tod! She had talked to him that day ever the telephone. Apparently he was miserable. It had been a week since they had met, and he accused her of treating him badly. Celia, wrapped in her dreams, paid no attention to the conservation between her father and Mrs. Parsons. She was surprised when they reached the hotel. • ft An elevator whisked them upward and they stepped out on what was not a roof at all, but a fcandsomely furnished foyer, ft. Celia and Mrs. Mitchell left their fth-aps in a black and gold dress*1 room, then returned to welcome mm guests.

The party was to include eighteen couples. It had not been easy assembling a suitable guest list in early August with almost every one away at resorts. Mrs. Parsons had culled her country club set of all the younger members. She was eager to show Mitchell how clever she was as a hostess. Indeed she was succeeding. As soon as Lisi Duncan and one or two others had arrived to join Celia, her father stepped back and devoted himself to Mrs. Parsons. Celia caught sight of Tod Jordan. He was making his way directly toward her. She managed to turn from the gioup so that his first greeting would be for her alone. Why—she had almost forgotten how handsome he was! “Tod!” She whispered his name softly. ‘‘At last!” There was only time for a quick, devastating exchange of glances, and Celia was surrounded by newcomers. Her cheeks and eyes were glowing. She smiled, shook hands, knew that she never would be able to remember all the names that were jumbled in her ears. All the girls looked pretty in their bright-colored frocks. Kate Duncan passed by a picture in deep rose tulle. Celia saw the youth called “Red,” with whom she had danced at the club. Jimmie Webster was at her elbow, demanding to know how it felt to be drowning. A bowing head waiter, whose half French, half English sentences were unintelligible to Celia, led the way to their table. Other diners turned to look at the young people. To Celia’s surprise, the “roof garden” was just like other dining rooms. The walls and ceiling were painted with modernistic splashes of color. There were wide open windows from ceiling to floor all about the room, revealing patches of dark sky, here and there studded with electric meteors. Palms, ferns and other growing green things were the only suggestion of out of doors.. An orchestra, famous throughout the nation wherever radio is known, was playing a melodious fox trot. Celia shot a quick, pleased glance toward Mrs. Parsons. She saw that Jordan was to be her right-hand neighbor. The widow smiled back. tt tt u JIMMIE WEBSTER was on Celia’s left. He was extremely curious about the swimming accident and demanded all the girl's attention for several minutes. At last she was able to turn to Jordan. “Why haven’t you let me come to see you?” he asked. “Oh, Tod, I can’t very well explain here. I do want you to come to see me. You see, it isn’t the same as when I was at Mrs. Parsons’—!” “No? What isn't the same?” “I mean I can’t do the things I want to here in town. My grandmother has such old-fashioned ideas. You see I’m still sort of ‘on approval.’ ” “Well, what are we to do?” “I don't know!” What they were to do that evening was plain. Lisi Duncan was beside Webster, and she kept the entire end of the table laughing at her account of her first flying lesson. Celia and Jordan were obliged to postpone their conversation and join the group. Later Celia had the first dance with Tod, but other partners claimed her immediately. She danced one waltz with her father, finding him a stiff but light-footed dancer. They circled the floor sedately and then he returned her to her seat and rejoined Mrs. Parsons. She saw Jordan dancing with Kate Duncan, and the fearful thought arose that if Kate intentionally “vamped” Lisi’s admirers she might try to attract Tod. Kate looked so beautiful i nost any man would fall ready victim to her charms. The thought was unbearable. Celia knew she never could hope to compete with Kate. Feminine instinct sent her to the dressing room to dab powder on her nose and add a touch of lipstick to her lips. Celia had no need for rouge. Her cheeks had the glow of youth. Then she caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror. The white dress was lovely! It made the most of her slimness, possessed a sophistication Celia lacked. She never had looked better. Reassured, she went back to the”dancers. She met • Jordan at the door.

—By Williams

“Ive been looking for you,” he told the girl. “Want to dance?” She slipped into his arms. They moved away in perfect rhythm. Dancing with Jordan, even on this crowded floor, was a breathless sensation. This way the moment she had been waiting for! A tenor soloist, megaphone in hand, was crooning the words of the syncopated ballad. The tempo of the song was stirring, insistent. They had half-circled the room and were in front of one of the French windows looking out on the night sky. The window opened out on a small balcony. “Let’s go out here,” Jordan whispered. He took Celia’s arm and led her out on the inclosure. The balcony was only a f’w feet wide. It ran back at either side of the window, and Jordan and the girl stepped into the shadowed space. They were far up over the street. Celia utered a little cry at the spectacle before hr. tt tt THE sky world was aglow with myriads of twinkling, dazzling lights. On a black velvet background—as a jeweler displays his wares—the crimson, gold and bluewhite electrical displays beckoned. Some of them came from Broadway. Others were gleaming coronets of sky-crashing towers. At intervals a gigantic beacon flashed its fiery radius across the darkness. “Why—it’s fairyland!” Celia murmured. Jordan was not looking at the shky line. His eye had caught the gleaming ruby on the girl’s hand. He lifted her hand, inspecting the ring. “Father’s birthday present,” Celia explained. “Isn't it gorgeous?” “Good stone,” Jordan nodded approvingly. “Listen, Celia, let’s get away from this noise. I want to talk to you ’ “But I couldn’t leave the party!” “Hang the party. Don’t you care anything at all about me?” “You know I do.” “Then come on.” “Father wouldn't ’’ Jordan turned aggrieved eyes on her. “All I hear is ‘father this’ and ‘grandmother that,’” he said irritably. “I didn’t think you were that kind of a spoil-sport. Good Lord, Celia, are you bluffing? What are you trying to do to me anyhow?” For a minute he eyed her angrily. The colored fled from Celia’s face. She was frightened, but above all she felt Jordan’s irresistible nearness. She couldn’t have him misunderstand. “I’ll go,” she said quickly. “Wait just a minute. “I’ll explain to Mrs. Parsons.” They returned to the dining room. Celia hurried across the floor to where Evelyn Parsons was the center of a group. She drew the older woman aside. “Tod Jordan wants to take me home,” she said. “Do you think it will be all right?” Evelyn Parsons smiled sweetly. “Why, of course,” she said. “Run along.” (To Be Continued)

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