Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 141, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 October 1930 — Page 10

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY Adventure enters the life of CELIA MITCHELL. 17. when *br learns the latlier she has supposed deal Is alive •ie wealthy. She leaves her unpretentious home In Baltimore to live Jjj York with her father. JOHN MITCHELL, and her aristocratic grandmother. MARGARET ROGERS. Celia’s mother, how Is a widow, hating divorced Mitchell and remarried later. BARNEY SHIELDS, voting newspaper photographer. is in love with the girl and befOTt weaving Baltimore Celia promised to be loval to his love. Mitchell asks EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful widow, to introduce the girl to young people. Mr*. Parsons agrees, considering Celia a means to win Mitchell's aflections. though she Is Jealous end at once begins scheming to get rid She introduces Celia to TOD JORDAN, fascinating, but of dubious character, and docs nII she can to encourage this match. LISI DUNCAN socially prominent. becomes Celia’s loval friend. Mtchell learn* Jordan Is paying his daughter attentions and forbids her to ace him. Celia ofTends her grandmother and the clderlv Mrs. Mitchell feigns illne*s and departs for a rest. The girl goes to Mr- Parsons’- Long Island home for a lengthy visit. Jordan calls there freoucntlv. He and Celia go to a supper club and there encounter EVE BROOKS, whose marriage dots not Interfere with her flirtations. . , Eve shows Celia a diamond bracelet, which she savs Jordan gave her. The man denier, this, but later calls on Mrs. Brooks. T’nrv ousrrel and afterward become reconciled , Celia visits the Mitchell home in the city. She tries to learn from MARTHA, a trusted servant, why he.r parents. John and Margaret Mltchelt. separated. sow go on with mi; stoey

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE THE color rose high in Celia's cheeks as she waited for the ensv/er. The gray-haired maid looked embarrassed. •‘Oh. no. Miss Celia. I couldn't say anything about that ” "Eut you must have known!” the girl persisted. “You’re not like the other servants. Martha. You’re almost, a companion to grandmother. Why, you’re with her half of the time. “Maybe I ought not to ask you, but don’t you see how I feel? I can’t talk to father and nobody else will tell me anything. Oh, I wish”— here Celia turned her head and her voice sounded as though tears were near—“l wish it never had happened.” For an instant the maid hesitated: Then she came over to the girl and patted her shoulder. “Poor lamb!” Martha said sympathetically. “Poor lamb!” Celia hid her face against Martha’s ample skirt. Her shoulders moved, but there was no sound of sobbing. After a moment she sat up and wiped her eyes. “Did you ever see my mother?” she asked. \ Martha nodded. “It was right after they were married,” she said. “I remember. You see, nobody knew anything about the wedding untila telegram came. “Oh, but ycur grandmother was upset! For -one whole day she stayea in her room. Then when , shfe came out she told us that John was married and was bringing home his wife. There was a lot of work to be done. It was a week later they came. “Pretty thing she was! You’ve got the same eyes, Miss Celia. I noticed that the minute I caught sight of you. Yes, she was a pretty thing. Slim, like you are, too.” “Mother’s eyes are larger than mine.” Celia told her. “They're beautiful. Only, of course, she looks tired so much now, and her hair’s gray.” \ “Gray? The way I remember it her hair waved just the same as yours does. Maybe a little darker brown. She wore It in a knot up on her head. “She was a quiet kind, but I took to her right away. Only she and John didn’t stay very long. I guess it was some kind of disagreement between John and his mother. They left one morning and never came back. That is. she didn’t.” The girl had , been listening eagerly. She sipped the buttermilk. “Did my father come back alone?” she asked. “Not for a long while. Five or six years it must have been. That was the first I heard that his wife —I mean—that they were separted.” “And you never heard the reason why?” a a a MARTHA'S lips pressed together firmly. She shook her head negatively. “Eat your cookies, child,” the woman said, “I must begetting along with my work.” As the door closed behind her Martha Riley raised ■ her eyes heavenward. She made the sign of the cross over her breast. "God forgive me,” she whispered devoutly. “The poor child!” Shaking her head pessimistically, Martha moved toward the kitchen. Celia ate two of the gingersnaps. They were the old-fashioned kind, end after her hasty breakfast she

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; was hungry. Then she finished the ibuttermilk. She was trying to picture her mother as she must have looked when she came to th# Grammercy Park house a bride. Probably she had been In this very room. The girl looked about her. Why had her mother never spoken of the visit? At once she knew the answer. Something very unpleasant must have happened there. > Celia got up and moved restlessly. There was a great deal of time to waste. It was only a little after 11. Evelyn was not likely to telephone until 12. Somewhere In the bookcases, which lined the walls there was a volume by Leonard Merrick which had Interested the girl. She began to hunt for it. It would be a good book to take along to Larchwood. Evelyn Parsons’ library contained plenty of books, but Celia had found they were not nearly so interesting as the ones to be found here. She located “Conrad in Quest of His Youth” and began to read. The buzz of the telephone startled her. “Hello!” ,Celia answered. She recognized Evelyn Parsons’ voice. “Celia—is that you, dear? Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ve been having the most awful luck. Do you know what time it is?” The girl looked at her watch. “Almost 12:30,” she said. “So late? That’s what I was afraid of. My dear, I won’t be able to have lunch with you. Do you suppose the cook can fix you a bite at the house? I’m terribly sorrjr, really I am. “You see we’ve got started on these tiresome old papers and Mr. Henderson Insists we must go ahead. It’s likely to take an hou^—” “But I don’t mind waiting,” Celia assured her. “I’ve been reading. I didn’t know It was lunch time.” “No, no. I wouldn’t impose upon you that way!” Evelyn spoke firmly. “If you think they can give you something to eaL where you are I’ll promise to drop around and pick you up at 2:30. We might see a matinee. There’s the Barrymore picture at one of the theaters.” Celia said she was certain she could arrange about lunch. She was pleased at the thought of seeing the motion picture. Film plays were still a treat. It was agreed that Evelyn should stop for her at 2:30. Putting the receiver on its hook Celia went to consult with Martha. Evelyn Parsons, at the other end of the connection, smiled secretively as she rested the French telephone upon its stand. She was in the expensively furnished waiting room which the firm of Henderson & Henderson provided for its. clients. The call to Celia had been the second sne had made that morning. Mrs. Parsons opened her hand- | bag, consulted her reflection in the square mirror critically. She made a few improvements with powder and lipstick, then closed the handbag. After that she rose and stepped out into the corridor. A swiftly descending elevator carried her twenty floors to the ground. There were a few minutes of delay and then she was in her car driving uptown A glance at her jeweled wrist watch informed her that there was time enough. After that, she sat back and devoted herself to the prospects ahead. There was shrewdness back of the smile lurking about her eyes. a a a THE car stopped before a fashionable hotel and a liveried attendant opened the door. Mrs. P rsons stepped to the sidewalk, gave her chauffeur a few words of instruction and entered the hotel. She w’alked through the richly decorated lobby until she reached a certain alcove. There were chairs there, but only one was occupied. Evelyn Parsons sat down to Wait. There was an air of distinction about the black and white frock Evelyn was v?earing. Her hat had been designed by Reboux. She looked like a woman any man would be glad to be seen dining with. Her manner, complacent and assured, conveyed the same impression. Whomever she was expecting was late. Several times Evelyn glanced at the tiny wrist watch. Then, half-way across the lobby, she saw a man coming toward her. Mrs. Parsons stood up. do you do!” she smiled, offering her hand- “ Evelyn, I’m sorry to be late.

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Caught in traffic. I’d have gotten here soner if I'd walked, but I thought a cab would save time. I hope you'll forgive me!” John Mitchell’s apology was spoken sincerely. “Don’t think of it another moment,” Evelyn told him. “I didn’t mind waiting in the least.” “Let’s go in to lunch at once.” They entered an ivory and blue dining room that was cool and softly shaded. The head waiter, bowing deferentially, led them* to a tyble for two at one side of "he room. When they were seated Mitchell ordered, then sat back and looked at his companion. EVIDENTLY she had sighted an acquaintance. Evelyn was nodding and smiling toward a table at the right, where a man and woman sat. The couple returned the greeting. “It’s Nancy and Boyd Fraser,” Evelyn said to Mitchell. “You know them, don’t you?” * “Dcn’t believe I do.” “Oh, I forgot. It was in Paris met them. Don’t they look happy together? One of the most devoted couples I’ve ever met. “He’s in real estate—Westchester company, I think. You know, I love to* see them. Boyd simply adores his wife! That sort of affection seems such a novelty these days.” “You sound cynical.” “Not at all! You see, to me marriage is—well, such a sacred thing. That’s why this frightful modern way of treating it lightly hurts me, I suppose. “When I see couples who truly love each other and are not ashamed to admit it I can’t help rejoicing.” Evelyn’s gaze was sweet and pensive. Her. eyes rested on- Mitchell a moment, then she smiled. “Any one else would think me a Victorian. I hope you don’t, John.” “You never looked younger—or "lovelier.” Before Evelyn could reply the waiter arrived with chilled fruit. Fastidiously he arranged the service. When the man disappeared John Mitchell leaned forward. , “Do you remember that young fellow Celia spent so much time with the night of her birthday party? Jordan his name is—Tod Jordan. Remember she came home late? I'm sure I told you about it.” Mrs. Parsons nodded. “I remember,” she said. Very tense and still she waited. Mitchell applied a match to a cigaret before he spoke. He eyed the flame carefully. “I’ve got a line on that young man,” he said quietly. “Got it this morning.” (To Be Continued)

Dirt Diet Many Races in All Parts of World Like to Eat Mud Pies.

fin I,'nited Pi'css Chicago, oct. 22.— The mud pies that children often make could be eaten with enjoyment by many adult persons in various parts of the world, according \to facts revealed by “Geophagy,” a book by Dr. Berthold Laufer, curator of anthology at Field Museum of Natural History. Dr. Laufer has made extensive research in geophagy, which is the practice of eating clay, loam and other types of soil, and has published the results of his studies throughout many countries in both ancient and modem times. His investigations began wth records of earth eating in China. Traces of the custom have been found in Indo-China, Malaysia, Polynesia, Melenesia, Australia, India, Burma, Siam, Central Asia, Siberia, Persia, Arabia, Africa, Europe, North America, Mexico, Central America and South America. Asa rule not every kind of earth is eaten, says Dr. Laufer, but only those kinds which recommend themselves through certain qualities of color, odor, flavor, softness and plasticity. Geophagy occurs among the most civilized nations as well as among primitive tribes. It bears no relation to climate, race, creed or culture. It is a habit that occurs among individuals and not among any particular tribal, or social group. The women of Spain, says Dr. Laufer, once believed the eating of earth was an aid to a delicate complexion and the ladies of the Spanish aristocracy in the seventeenth century had such a passion for geophagy that the ecclesiatic and secular authorities took steps to combat the evil. Business Man Buried fiv Timm Special JEFFERSONVILLE, Ind.. Oct. 22. —Funeral services were held Tuesday for Walter F. Antz, 37, Jeffersonville business man, who died after a long illness.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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His companions laughed nervously and moved away to repeat the conversation, with variations and exaggerations, to the others, so that soon a frightful tale of black magic and sudden death was woven about the giant prisoner and had gone the rounds of the camp. And deep in the gloomy jungle amidst the darkening shadows of the falling night a hairy, manlike creature swung swiftly southward upon some secret mission of his own. Meanwhile Jane Clayton, through a aeries of ’vicissitudes, had fallen into the hands of the dfbyssinians.

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After her hairbreadth escape from the Arab camp she had unluckily crossed the trail of the returning soldiers of Menelek, had been capfared and, again under new masters, her journey was resumed toward what she now began to believe was her inevitable fate. Abdul Mourak. foiled in all his ventures to gain the gold and jewels of Opar, was reluctantly returning to make his report to his black emperor. Perhaps now this fair flower of another race would ba an acceptable gift to temper the wrath of that black ruler.

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