Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 136, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 October 1930 — Page 16

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BEGIN' HERE TODAY Adventure Afiters the life of CELTA MITCHELL. 17. when she learns the fsther she has supposed dead is alive and wealthy. She leaves her unpretentious home In Baltiirtofe for a home in New York with her father, JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic grandMAROARET te6GERS. 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.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 week-end and there Celia meets TOD JORDAN, fascinating but of dubious character. Mrs. Parsons encourages the-mateh. Celia treats Jordan coolv at first, but, is won bv his romantic love-making after he has rescued her from drowning. . . LISI DUNCAN, socially prominent, becomes Celia's loval friend. With Mrs. Parsons’ assistance Mitchell arranges an elaborate partv in honor of his daughter's 18th birthday-. Jordan persuadesCelia to leave the affair early. When she arrives home at 3 a. m. Mitchell Is furious and forbids her ever to see Jordan •again. Later on a shopping trip Celia offends her grandmother and the elderlv woman feigns illness and departs for a rest. Celia returns to Mrs. Parsons' home on Long Island. Tod Jordan calls to see her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY SHE was in the living room, idly turning the dials of the radio, on her first evening at Larchmont, .when suddenly Celia became aware ®of another presence in the room. She turned to confront Tod Jordan. * “Why—Tod!” she cried. Evelyn Parsons watched them from the 'doorway. Her smile was sinister. St B * JORDAN took both' the girl’s hands in his. “Not angry at me. are you?” he asked “I couldn’t reach you by telephone, Celia. What's been the matter?” “Oh. Tod—l'm so glad to see you!" She spoke eagerly. Celia raised Bhining eyes .to meet Jordan's coo] dark ones She waited expectantly, but he only stood there. The girl drew back. “I wanted to see you,” she said. “You must believe that! After I got home the othe*; evening—after the party—father and I had a terrible scene. He was furious because I came home so late.” She couldn't let Jordan know her father disapproved of him. Tod mustn’t suspect that. “But it wasn't late!” “I know, but you can't argue with my father. He's wonderful, but. well, when he gets an idea you can’t change it.” “I see. So that's why you wouldn't answer the telephone?” “I didn't know you called. Nobody told me." - * * • “H'm. Well, then you really aren't angry at me?” Celia shook her head negatively, smiling, with lowered eyes. The smile said plainer than words that Celia Mitchell was far from displeased. Mrs. Parsons had withdrawn, leaving the pair alone. Jordan reached for the radio "Don't, want this tiling running, do you?” he asked, irritably. Celia said she did not. There had been nothing objectionable about the music a moment before, but if Tod didn't like it, neither did she, A few feet away before open windows was a broad divan. Two softly shaded lamps cast a warm glow over the room, leaving it half In shadows. The breeze fluttered the window curtains. . Celia and Jordan sat. on the divan. It seemed natural for Tod’s arms to slip around the girl, A minute later his kisses were on her lips and on her cheeks. Celia experienced 'that. quick, sharp ecstasy she always felt in Jordan's embrace She had meant to talk to him seriously Celia had reasoned it all out. Until Mrs. Parsons won John Mitchell's complete approval of Jordan, it would be better for the young couple to see each other only occasionally. Seeing Tod at all was breaking her promise to her father. Celia realised this, but excused herself on the grounds that Mrs. Parsons had promised to right the situation. Mitchell was in the wrong about Jordan. Since it was her father's mistake, why should Celia treat the young man as though he were in error? • a a a TjUT reasoning with herself and U talking to Tod were two different matters. Tod's idea of conversation was whispering to Celia how much he missed her. Had she missed him. too? Didn't she know that, when she turned her head that, way he had to kiss the pink tip of her ear? Celia gave up the attempt, to be a- ~ •

serious. She really did not try very hard- For days she had. been unhappy, and now Jordan’s magnetic nearness seemed the answer to all her longings. He left at midnight, and Celia went upstairs to the room that had been hers on her earlier visit, happier than she had felt for days. In the morning she and Evelyn had a long talk over the breakfast table. Celia came downstairs dressed for a morning in the garden. Mrs. Parsons looked charming and languid in morning pajamas of champagne satin and pale green chiffon. “Oh-ho!” she said coyly as Celia appeared. “I can guess why you’re, looking so happy this morning!” The girl's cheeks flushed. “It’s a wonderful morning,” she began. “Isn’t it! But I’m surprised that you noticed it. Celia, you’re blushing! And no wonder, with a certain young man calling here last night!” “Mrs. Parsons, you don’t think there’s anything wrong in my seeing Tod once in a while, do you?” “Wrong? Why, of course not!” “I mean because of what father said. Os course I promised I wouldn’t, but it’s such a mixup ” “Sit down, Celia.” The widow arched her brows, indicating that the maid was coming and would overhear Celia drew out a chair, seated herself and began to nibble a bunch of grapes. After Hilda had brought the muffins and disappeared, Evelyn said: • “My dear, I thought we went ever all that. There’s just a trivial misunderstanding on your father’s part. He’ll come around all right as soon as I’ve talked to him.” “Then you haven’t said anything yet?” “How could I? The poor man has been, upset with your grandmother ill and getting her away to the country and trying to adjust— er—strained relations. I'm sure you see it wouldn’t have been wise.” “No-o, I suppose not. Only I won’t be really settled in my mind until father knows Tod and admits he was wrong. I mean about saying that I mustn't see him. I wouldn’t for the world let Tod suspect father didn’t like him!” “Os course not. Wise little girl! There are altogether too many other pretty girls and women ready to come at the crook of Tod Jordan’s little finger. Sometimes when I see this fond suitor approach I’m almost jealous of you myself, dear.” “Oh, Evelyn!” Celia laughed, “you’re so good and kind and sweet I can’t imagine you being jealous. Why.-.that’s funny!” Mrs. Parsons acknowledged the compliment with a smile. “Well, don’t be too sure of your young man!” she taunted. “I'll leave him alone, but there are others I wouldn't trust.” The younger girl broke a muffin and buttered it. “There's one thing that worries me. You see. Barney—remember, I told you about him? “Well, he isn't going with any other girls. It doesn't seem quite i*ight for me to let Tod cometo see me when I know how hard barney is working and never having any fun.” “How are you so sure of that?” “Why, he told me so. And anyhow, he never goes with other girls!” a a a Evelyn parsons’ laughter was a. scornful trill “My darling.” she said patronizingly, “when you’ve lived as long as I have you’ll never believe pretty speeches like that, from men Oh, I won’t say that they don't mean them—at the time' Never mind about, your Barney! He'll take care of himself The thing for you to do is enjoy yourself and if young men want to show you attentions, thank your stars!” “I suppose you're right.” Celia agreed hesitantly. She did not tell Evelyn that what really worried her was the fact she had received only one letter from Barney Shields. There were times when Tod Jordan, for all his fascination, paled in im-* portance to the youth in Baltimore. That afternoon she went to her room, wrote a long letter to Barney and walked to the postbox at the corner of the drive and mailed it. The days at Larchwood passed pleasantly. Celia wandered about the garden pretending to help Ben with his work She listened to his stories for hours, learned the • kind of soil in which deep-fringed blue asters thrive best, and how to war on pests that attack rose bushes. Often she and;Mrs Parsons drove to the country club for tea. or later in the evening Evelyn enjoyed her

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bridge and Celia danced or amused herself with the younger crowd. Lisi Duncan came for her on two separate afternoons and they drove .to the beach. Celia sunned herself lazily on the sand while Lisi swam and played in the breakers. Wherever Lisi went there was always a group gathered around her. Lisi accepted Celia as one of her playmates, and others followed unquestioningly. Celia’s father adopted the habit of driving to Larchwood two or three evenings each week. Occasionally he arrived in time for dinner, sometimes later. He seemed drawn by the homelike atmosphere of the place. On these evenings Evelyn Parsons always spent a little more time at her dressing table. She affected sheer black and white or pale green costumes which brought out the gold of her hair. She wore perfume with the faintest touch of heady, exotic sweetness. When the three of them were together, Evelyn found frequent opportunities for showing her affection for Celia. She praised the girl constantly. At such times John Mitchell looked pleased. Tod Jordan called often. Sometimes he drove down in the afternoon. It did not seem strange to Celia that Jordan never was hampered by business ties. In this new world men and women both lived leisurely. No one she knew seemed to work except her father. Once or twice she had heard Jordan speak vaguely of “investments.” Celia supposed that relieved him of labor. As the days slipped by she began to take anew interest in Jordan. No answer had arrived from her letter to Barney. When Celia was alone she pondered about this and pouted. When Jordan appeared she was less restrained in her greeting. Barney was neglecting her and being hateful. Very well—she'd show how much she cared! Celia's changed attitude was not lost on Evelyn Parsons. With infinite pains and care Mrs. Parsons was setting the stage for her triumph. On a Saturday morning Lisi arranged a picnic. It was to take place that afternoon. By a miracle Dicky Caruthers was able to get away from town, and Celia and Jordan were to join them. Lisi had wheedled from her father permission to drive the couple—on an .invented excuse, of course. She would have the lunch packed, pick up the two men and call for Celia at 4 o’clock. “But father’s coming down tonight!” the girl said, still holding the telephone and turning to Mrs. Parsons. “What’ll I do?” “Oh, we can manage that. Rim along. I’ll tell him you're having dinner with friends. It will be all right.” a a a CELIA informed Lisi she would be waiting at 4. They set off gaily. Lisi was In holiday spirits, and to prove the point she was attired in flowing white linen trousers, a blue shirt and white beret. (To Be Continued,)

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Sleepless upon his cot, Albert Werper's imagination dwelt upon the charms of the young woman in the nearby tent. He had noted Mohammed Beyd’s sudden interest in her and he began to fear that the Arab might forestall him in encompassing his base desires. Then a sudden resolution came to him. He rose, buckled on his cartridge belt and revolver, stepped to his tent flap and loqked out. Strange!. There, was no guard before the prisoner's tent! What could it mean?

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