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begin here today Adventure enters the life of CEIJA MITCHELL. 17. when .she learns the father she has summed dead Is alive and wealths. She leaves her unpretentious home in Baltimore to live in New York with her father. JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic grandmother. MARGARET ROGERS. Celia s mother la now a widow, having divorced Mitchell and late! remarried. BARNEY SHIELDS, -.o'ine newspaper photographer h !h love With the girl and before lei-e.ns: Bi.Ulmorc Celia promised to be !oa! to his love. Mitchell asks EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful widow, to Introduce the girl to you nr people. Mrs. Parsons agrees, considering Celia a means to win Mitchell's affections, though she 1* jealous and ;.t once begins scheming to get rid of the girl. She Introduces Celia to TOD JORDAN, fascinating, but of dubious character, and does all she can to encourage the match. . LISI DUNCAN. prominent, becomes Celia’s leva! friend. Mitchell learns Jordan Is paving his daughter attentions and forbids: her to see him. C.ella offends her grandmother and the eiderlv Mrs. Mitchell feigns Illness and departs for a rest. The girl goes to Mrs. Parsons' Long Island home for n lengths- visit. There Jordan calls frequently. He and Celia ho on a picnic with Llsi and DICKY O'.RUTHERS Before thev return Mitchell arrives. He seems about to propose marriage to Mr Parsons when Celia interrupts Ne::t morning Mitchell tells the girl he ha?- a letter for her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO “Completely forgot!’’ he said emphatically. “Sorry, Celia. I brought a letter down for you yesterday and forgot to give it to you. Now where . did I put that ” He began to search his pockets. B B B • “t KNOW I couldn’t have lost it,” 1 John Mitchell muttered, fumbling through the pockets of his coat. His forehead wrinkled in perplexity, then cleared as from his vest he drew the missing letter. “Here it is,” he said, handing the Envelope to Celia. “Sorry to have been so careless.” The girl did not answer. She was looking at the address, in her mother’s handwriting. Margaret Rogers haid mailed the letter to the Grammercy Park house, though Celia had written that she was now with Mrs. Parsons. Perhaps Mitchell, too, had recognized the handwriting. "Read it,” he urged. Celia tore open the envelope and unfolded the note. It was a short one. “Dear child,” Margaret Rogers wrote, “I have been so pleased with your letters. They assure me that my little girl is making friends and learning a great deal. Os course that does not surprise me. “It must seem very different in your new home from the years here, • Celia. There is really nothing to write about. I keep well, so do not worry about me, and I have plenty ■ to do which keeps me from being too lonesome. ‘‘Of course night and day my - thoughts are with you. I like to think of the parties you go to and the other pleasant things you are . doing. Watch your health and remember never to overdo! This is important. “I hope that your father and grandmother are well. Above all I send my love to your dear self. Write when you have time. Your . letters mean a great deal. Bless you. MOTHER.” The girl read it slowly. It was almost exactly like the rest of Mrs. Rogers’ letters, They all said the same things. Celia had hoped, guiltily, that there might be mention of Barney. When she had finished she refolded the pages. Mitchell sat with his eyes straight ahead. There was color in his checks which might or might ot come from playing tennis. He seemed so anxious not to intrude that the girl was touched. “Would you—like to read it?” she said, offering him the letter. Mitchell hesitated. Whatever his first impulse may have been, he accepted the note and read it through. He was longer at this than Celia had been. As he returned the letter he asked: “Do you—hear from your mother often?” ”Oh, yes. Every week. I try to answer right away, but lots of times it’s hard. Something else comes along just when I’m ready to write.” The man nodded gravely. “Often . happens,” he said, “but I think you ow-e it to your mother to write freqnently." “I’ll answer this today,” Celia promised. a b b THEY sat on a wooden bench at the side of the court. Celia traced a pattern in the dust with one slipper toe. Her father gazed off thoughtfully in the distance. The silence was becoming embarrassing. ' “Ever feel homesick?” Mitchell asked. There was something queer about his voice tiffs morning. Celia •far down in his throat. “You mean—for Baltimore?” “I mean for your mother and the place where you lived there.” •Well.” the girl began carefully, "it’s lots nicer here than in that

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old apartment house. I never did like that much But I miss mother. “I couldn't help that, I guess, because we’d always been together and—well, I think anybody’d miss her 1” She stopped, her face scarlet. What was this she was saying? “I mean, of course, everything’s lovely here,” she said quickly, trying to make amends. Her father interrupted: “Does your mother ever get away for trips or vacations?” he asked carelessly. • “Oh, no! They're always so busy at the shop. Os course, some holidays she has at home, and a week every summer, but then there always seems to be things to do at home. “We used to go to the parks Sunday afternoons or take a bus ride. There are sdme lovely parks, and mother loves trees and flowers and growing things so much. I like them. too. You know Ben lets me cut the dahlias now ” Her voice trailed on as she recited newly acquired garden lore. “Say—we'd better be getting back to the house!” Mitchell exclaimed, catching sight of his wrist watch. “We’ll be late for lunch.” They gathered upon the balls and rackets and sauntered back toward the porch. Evelyn was waiting there, cool and charming in a filmv blue gown. “You culprits!” she hailed them. “I thought you’d vanished into thin air.” “Oh, Evelyn, you should have seen our game!” Celia cried. “I beat father once.” “Splendid. But in just twenty minutes luncheon will be served.” Celia stored away the tennis equipment, then ran to her room to dress. She came down looking like an old-fashioned picture. Her dress was lavender, made in a quaint style with full skirt and tiny puff sleeves. Heat and exercise had pressed her hair into tiny ringlets which framed her face. Her enthusiasm, however, was all modern. Throughout the meal Evelyn was entertained with an account of the tennis games. Since Mrs. Parsons openly admitted that to her all sports were abhorrent, she listened with mild interest. • She had taken particular pains with the luncheon menu, knowing that John Mitchell relished good food. It was annoying to have his attention diverted from the fowl with its really excellent sauce. Her opportunity came as they left the dining room. “Celia,” she said, “you’re going to take those books to Mrs. Williamson for me, aren’t you?” “Yes. Do you think I should start right away?” “Oh, no hurry! I wouldn’t rush away right after eating. Perhaps you’d better remind George that you’ll want the car.” “I’ll do it now.’’ a a a AS the girl disappeared Evelyn said, “Mrs. Williamson is such a sweet soul. She is an invalid. Doubtful if she'll ever recover her health. And do you know, she bears it so beautifully! “I try to drop in each week for a little visit, and’today I promised to send her some books. She says she’s %lad to have visitors, but I often think when I come away that the hour has done me more good than it could have done her. She has such a sweet spirit!” That considering that no such person as Mrs. Williamson existed —was certainly being generous. “I’m glad you’re teaching Celia to think of others,” Mitchell said. “Oh, but I think it’s our duty! I really do! We’re all of us tied up with activities and interests these days it's so easy to forget those who 1 are less fortunate.” “You’re right!” the man interrupted crisply. John Mitchell's face was somber. “Too quick to forget,” he added with a sigh. “Very often.” Celia returned and then threequarters of an hour later set off with the armload of books which Mrs. Parsons gave her. It seemed a lark to the girl setting off alone in the car with the livered chauffeur to drive. The deception was innocent since it was to serve a worthy purpose. The hands of her watch pointed at 3:10. She decided to drive until 5:30. “Take the shore road,” she instructed the chauffeur. Mrs. Parsons watched the car out of sight and then returned to the living room, where John Mitchell was reading a newspaper. “Don’t let me disturb you!” she said sweetly as he looked up. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She gave him what should have been ample time to finish with the news. It was going to be more difficult without the aid of moonlight and the romantic veranda.

In the afternoon the veranda was blistering with the sun’s raj's. Evelyn was counting on the fact that Mitchell had reached the stage where all he waited for was the opportunity to ask her to marry him. Everything had been planned to make him supremely comfortable. ’An excellent dinner. The living i room cool and tranquil. Fresh scent of roses in the air. Time to enjoy his after dinner cigar. Then Evelyn appeared. She had changed her gown for a floating chiffon creation which she knew was flattering. Soft, pastel formed its oral print. The transparent draperies held a subtle allure. The gown gave her confidence. Mitchell was waiting for her. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Evelyn,” he said. The woman’s heart leaped. “I want you to know I appreciate all you’re doing for Celia. She’s blossomed out like a flower since she’s been here.” “Do you really think so?” “Any one could see it! You know it’s worried me—taking her away from her mother as I did. It didn't seem quite right—” “You mean,” Evelyn Parsons put in softly, “you think Celia needs a mother’s care?” “That’s it. You understand everything, Evelyn. And I’ve needed | someone to talk to. But I don't ! worry as I used to, because you're ! giving her so much.” a a a HIS voice died away. Evelyn Parsons took a desperate ichance: “Have you—ever thought of marrying again?” The man nodded his head. "I’ve thought of it,” he said. “A home means so much, John, dear,” the soft voice purred on, “not only for Celia, but for you. You know you work too hard! Think what it wc%ld be like to come home each night to j'our own home. A place like this! Why, in your mother’s house you’re practically a boarder.” The man rose. “It’s time I was getting back to town,” he said abruptly. “Tell Celia I’m sorry not to have seen her again. “You’ve giver, me a very pleasant week-end, Evelyn. I appreciate it. Given me things to think about, too. Have lunch with me next time j’ou’re in town, won't you?” It required all of Evelyn Parsons’ will-power to master herself until he was gone. When Celia arrived eagerly at 5:30 she was told Mrs. Parsons was in her room suffering from a severe headache. She did not wish to be disturbed. The headache was better next morning. Evelyn appeared as a graceful Invalid. She was pale and languid. The heat, she said, or something she had eaten must have affected her. In spite of her suffering, Evelyn told the girl she had broached the subject of Mitchell's misjudgment of Tod Jordan the afternoon before. Results were favorable, though not conclusive. Another time she would be more successful. Meanwhile, there was nothing for Celia to worry about. The girl was pleased. That night when Jordan came she could hardly keep from telling him the news. “How about going some place to dance?” he asked. “Grand! I’ll get my wrap.” They whisked awa T in the black roadster. The resort at which they stopped was popular. Lights twinkled from the broad grounds and shone from porches set with tables. A “crooning” orchestra leader was singing a melancholy ballad. Celia was in raptures. “It’s marvelous!” she declared. She did not know that Eve Brooks was watching her from across the room. (To Be Continued) PARALYSIS EPIDEMIC IS BELIEVED AVERTED Decrease of 147 Cases Reported in Child Malady During Week. B i/ United Press WASHINGTON, Oct. 18. Officials of the United States public health service here now are hopeful that the threatened epidemic of infantile paralysis will be averted. Reports from all the states except New York and New Hampshire for the week ending Oct, 11, total only 500 cases, a drop of 147 since the week before. While no conclusions can be drawn until the New York and New Hampshire reports are in, it seems that the peak has been reached in the present outbreak and that no I more marked increases will occur, j Only a few states reported increases. The high figures for the last week were as follows: Ohio, 56; Kansas, 57; Massachusetts, 53; California, 57; Illinois, 27; Missouri, 27; South Dakota, 24, and Maine, 16. Os these, Kansas and California represented decreases over the previous week’s reports.

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