Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 140, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 October 1930 — Page 13

'OCT. 21, 1930.

BEGIN’ I.ERE TODAY Adventure enters the life of CELIA MITCHELL. 17, when she learns the father she has sunrased dead Is alive snd weaithv. Bhe ,<ves her unpretentious home In Jnltlmore to live in New York with jer father. JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic Brandmother. MARGARET ROGERS. Celia s mother, now Is a widow, havins divorced Mitchell and later remarried. BARNEY SHIELDS, young: newspaper photographer. Is m 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 agrees, considering Oella a means to win Mitchell’s affections, though she Is Jeal--ous and. at oncA begins scheming to get rid of r te girl. M She Introduces Celia to TOD JORDAN, fascinating, but of dubious character, and does all she can to encourage the match. LISI DUNCAN socially prominent. becomes Celia’s loyal friend. Mitchell learns Jordan is paying nu daughter attentions and forbids her to •e him. Celia offends her grandmother and the elderly Mrs. Mitchell feigns Illness and departs for a rest. The vlrl goes to Mrs. Parsons Lon* Island home for a lengthy visit. There Jordan calls freouentlv. He and Celia _go to a club to dance and there encounter EVE BROOKS w-hose marriage does not Interfere with her flirtations. Eve shows Celia a diamond bracelet which she savs Jordan *ave her. The man denies this. Aftjr !®klnif Celia home he calls on Mj*- Brooks. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOBY CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR EVE LROOKS stood with her back to the living room table, both hands braced against it. She faced Jordan directly. Eve was paler than usual and her eyes flashed dangerously. “Well, what if I do tell tales?” she demanded. Her voice was high and sharp. ‘ What right have you to flaunt that httle brat in my face? Your darling Celia!—simpering fool! Do you thing I’m going to stand for a think like that?” She stopped for breath. Jordan had approached to within a yard of where Eve stood. He waited until she had finished. He was smiling, but it was not a pleasant smile. “My dear Mrs. Brooks,” he said coldly, “since when has it been your duty to decide with whom I may and may not be seen in public?” “Tod, I tell you I won’t stand for this!” “No? Won’t stand for what? Really, Eve, I didn’t know that you’d undertaken detective work. Splendid field, you know, my dear. Exercise your feminine intuition and that sort of thing. With your multitude of admirers you must be kept very busy! Or am I singled out for especial honors? Their eyes met in a silent duel. The woman was breathing heavily. Her chest rase and fell and in every line of her pose anger was written. Gradually the fire of her glance smoldered. She turned away, covered her face with her hands. “How—how could you!” The words came chokingly. "I beg your pardon? What have I to do with the situation? I don’t seem to recall asking for the pleasure of your company this evening. Did I invite you to join Miss Mitchell and myself? By the way, who the devil did give you that bracelet?” Eve refused to look around. "Wouldn’t you like to know!” she said mockingly. “No, not particularly. Naturally it would be too much to expect such a charming lady as yourself to reserve all her favors for one admirer. Especially in the matter of diamond bracelets—” “Well, if you must know, my husband gave it to me!” She was looking at him again. Not angrily—almost appealing. Jordan grinned. “Oh, your husband! But of course—the model wife!” “Courtney did give it to me!” Eve insisted heartedly. “It was last spring. After he’d lost so much at the races. I found out, and he knew I’d be furious. That’s the way he always gives me presents—when he’s done something he’s ashamed of.” "Must be profitable! But what made you think I really cared where you got the thing?” The woman eyed him entreatingly. “Tod—darling—say you’re not angry with me?” "Angry? I suppose you think I enjoy such a fracas as you started tonight. Oh, yes! It’s so pleasant when two women begin bra wiling. Very considerate, you were. I appreciate that! Allow me to tell you frankly, Eva, that I am quite capable of taking care of my private affairs and that I intend to do so. That being settled, may I bid you good evening?” a n a THROUGHOUT Jordan had spoken in a cool, detached manner. He seemed to take a malicious delight in the situation. Now Eve Brooks threw herself forward. "Don’t go!” she begged. "Oh, Tod, please—l’m sorry!”

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She had taken hold of both of his arms. Eve was a tragic figure. Her black and scarlet gown emphasized the pallor of her distorted face. Her painted, crimson mouth was grotesque. Her two eyes were wells of emotion. “Please, Tod,” she murmured, “stay with me!” The man looked down at her, unmoved. “Do you expect me to listen to you after what you’ve done to night?” he asked coldly. Now the woman was clinging to him. "Oh, but don’t you see, dearest,” she begged, “I love you so terribly! I couldn’t help it. Tod. For two whole days I haven't seen you. You didn't even call. And then to see you with that—that child! "What if she has got money? You couldn’t be happy with her, dear. You know you couldn’t! I’m sorry I lied—l swear I’ll never do it again. Before God I won’t! You can play with your pretty doll as much as you like, only please don’t leave me alone again!” She was half sobbing, one arm about his shoulder, her head pressed close to his breast. Jordan reached for her arms, drew them away. His jaw was set. "Stop it, Eve!” he said harshly. "Don’t be so melodramatic. My God, but you're a sight!” "What do I care?” the woman began wildly. "What do I care about anything if you don’t love me? Oh, I know what I’ll do. I’ll ” “You’ll do nothing of the sort. Haven’t I told you hysterical females bore me to distraction? Go into the bedroom and clean your face up. That black stuff you put on your eyelashes is running down on your cheeks. Lord!” He grimaced. "Then you’ll wait?” Eve asked, smiling and dabbing at her eyes. “Go get your face clean!” Jordan was the authoritative male now, issuing orders and demanding obedience. The woman hurried out of the room. As though he thoroughly were at home, Tod Jordan strode to a small table on which there was a bright lacquer box, opened it and helped himself to a cigaret. He drew a metal lighter from his pocket, snapped the disc and applied the blaze. Then he walked to a window, turned and dropped into a low chair. When Eve re-entered the room he was smoking peacefully. All the traces of her tears were erased. Eve was again the fragile gold and white china figurine. She came toward him slowly, smiling. "How’s my big boy now?” Eve asked in a low voice. Jordan disregarded the question. He scrutinized her carefully. "That’s better,” he drawled. "Eve, you do look like the devil when you get emotional.” "Like me better this way, honey?” “Much better!” She smiled happily. "Wait—l know what the big boy needs to make him comfortable! Just one minute and I’ll be back!” Eve returned with a tray bearing bottles, glasses and a bowl of ice. She placed it on the coffee table and handed a glass to Jordan. "Ah! That’s the girl!” He raised the glass and drank. Eve helped herself and sat beside him. She touched her glass to Jordan’s lips, then to her own. Her air of sophistication had returned. “Talk to me, darling,” she said softly. “I want to forget there’s anyone in the world except you and me.” Eve stretched back cat-like. Jordan surveyed her goodnaturedly. “You're all right, Eve!” he said. The smoke of battle had cleared. # * a TUESDAY morning Celia Mitchell arrived at the breakfast table to find Mrs. Parsons busy with the mail. She had sorted the leters before her into two piles. "Good morning!” Celia said briskly. "Nothing for me, I suppose?” Mrs. Parsons looked up smiling. "Oh, good morning, dear! No. I’m separating the pleasant from the unpleasant. These,” placing a finger tip on the pile at the left, “are bills. Celia, I believe I’ll run into town this morning. It's fairly cool and there's some business I must attend to. Would you like to come along?” "Love to. Do you suppose I’d have time to stop at grandmother’s? I packed in such a hurry I

left my blue sweater. There are some books, too, I’d like to get.” "You’ll have plenty of time. Lawyers are always so slow I expect I’ll be tied up for a couple of hours. We’ll start at once after breakfast." The meal was quickly over. Celia was not hungry and Mrs. Parsons, ever watchful _of her waistline, breakfasted on fruit juice and coffee. Both hurried away to dress and forty minutes later they were In the car driving toward the city. "I think I’ll drop you at Grammercy Square first, Celia,” the older woman said. “I have to go farther down town. When I’ve finished at the lawyer’s I’ll telephone and we can have lunch.” Celia said that was agreeable. She’d find some way to amuse herself. It was nearly 10:30 when the car halted in front of the Mitchell residence. Celia waved goodby and ran up the steps. She rang the beli and waited. For a long while no one answered. Celia rang the bell a second time. She was listening anxiously when she heard the lock turn and Martha’s gray head peered out cautiously. "Why, Miss Celia!” Martha exclaimed. "I wasn’t expecting you. Come in.” The girl explained her errand. Martha nodded and led the way upstairs to Celia’s room. She seemed pleased at the sight of company. n n n FOR a moment Celia stood arrested in the doorway of her lovely coral bedroom. It had been rudely changed. Ugly white slips masked the furniture. The bed was nothing but a rolled up mattress mounted on a frame of wood. “We keep it this way when nobody’s using the room,” Martha said. “I’ve got the whole house like this except Mr. Mitchell’s room and the dining room and library. That’s where he sics mostly when he’s home—in the library.” "I see.” said Celia. She crossed the room to the closet where her clothing had hungi From a dark corner she brought out, the blue sweater. Then she raised the cover from the desk and searched through several drawers. From one of them she took a letter. "That’s everything,” she said as she straightened up. “Nothing to do, I guess, but go downstairs and wait.” Martha delayed to lock the door and then followed Celia down the stairs. The girl went into the library. The room looked just as she had left it. She sat down before a shelf of books. At the sound of a step, Celia raised her head. Martha had reappeared, carrying a tray. "Thought you might like some cold buttermilk,” the woman said. She set the tray down. Beside the tall white tumbler was a plate of cookies. "Why—this is wonderful!” Celia took a long drink of the buttermilk. Then she set down the glass. "Maitha,” the girl said earnestly, “you’ve been here a long, long time, haven’t you? Do you remember when my father and mother were married?” The servant nodded. "Tell me,” the girl went on more slowly, "do you know why they separated?” (To Be Continued) MEDAL FOR UTAH MAN Bv United Press NEW YORK, Oct. 21.—Because by his development of Utah’s low grade copper ore on a large scale and because he solved a critical powder shortage during the World war, Daniel C. Jackling, president of the Utah Copper Company, will be presented the 1930 William Lawrence Saunders gold medal by the American Institute of Mining and Metallurgical Engineers on Oct. 31. This medal is the annual recognition of notable achievement in mining and metallurgical engineering in the United States.

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Automobiles reported to police as stolen belong to: James Adams, 646 Luett street. Ford tudor, from Prest-o-Lite plant at Speedway. John A. BuwichpSr 1005 North Pennsylvania street. Ford roadster. 392-981, from 1005 North Pennsylvania street. Charles Street. 635 West Vermont street, Hudson coach. 751,684, from Georgia and Meridian streets. Nathan Benson, 1657 Holliday street, Ford touring, from 1637 Holliday street. Otto Lindstaedt 301 East Washington street. Nash sedan, 64-225, from 301 East Washington street. Daniel M. Ramsay, 1456 Central avenue, Chevrolet sedan, 56-100, from garage at 1456 Central avenue. John Hayes, 2916 North Capitol avenue. Ford sedan, 753-333. from Twenty-eighth and Delaware streets. William F. Wilson, 1038 Division street. Chevrolet sedan, 95-163 from 1133 East Washington street. J. H. Bomberg, 405 Leeds avenue, Chevrolet sedan. 75-723. from State street and Southeastern avenue.

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Stolen automobiles recovered by police belong to: Edwin Brown. Lebanon. Ind.. Ford coupe, found at 200 North Illinois street.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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