Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 142, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 October 1930 — Page 15

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Adventure enters the life of CELIA MITCHQrL, 17, when ehe learn* the father ene has supposed dead 1* alive and wealthy. She leave* her unpretentious homo In Baltimore to live In New York with her father. JOHN MITCHELL. and’ her aristocratic grandmother. MARGARET ROGERS, Celia’s mother now 1* a widow, having divorced Mitchell and remarried later. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer, la in love with the girl and before leaving Baltimore Celia promised to be loyal to hi Mlt>chell asks EVELYN PARSONS beautiful widow, to introduce the girl to young people. Mr*. Parson* agrees, comlderlng Celia a means to win Mitchell’s affections though she Is Jealous and at 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 tills match. LI6I DUNCAN, socially prominent, becomes Celia's loyal friend. Mitchell learns Jordan Is pay- , lne his daughter atentlons and forbids her to see him. . ... Celia offends her grandmother and the elderly Mrs. Mitchell feigns Illness and departs for a rest. The girl goes to Mrs. Parsons’ tong Island home for a lengthy visit. Jordan calls there freasCelVa' visits the Mitchell home In the city and tries to learn from MARTHA, a trusted servant, why her parents, John and Margaret Mitchell, separated. This attempt Is unsuccessful. Meanwhile, Mrs. Parsons lunches with Mitchell and he tells her he has been Investigating Jordan’s past. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX JOHN MITCHELL rested one arm on the table. He eyed his companion as he spoke slowly. “The man’s a gambler,” he said. “Works the fashionable resorts, trans-Atlantic liners and any place he’s likely to find real cash. I understand he has a number of men and women of high social rank among his acquaintances—particularly women. Must be rather a slick character. Evelyn Parsons was leaning forward. She looked astonished. “Oh, John, how terrible! Imagine Celia becoming interested In such a—such an impostor!" “Well, I can thank you for helping me break up that affair. Getting her out at your home was what did It. She’s so busy now with tennis and fooling around the garden and getting a good healthy tan she hasn’t any time left for sentimental nonsense. Os course, I don’t blame the child. She doesn’t know anything about the world.” “Blit I think this is dreadful!” Evelyn persisted. “How did you find out about this, John?” “Through an agency. After the night of her birthday party I was worried. Wanted to be sure, and so I made an investigation. The thing took quite a little time. “Jordan is shrewd enough so that he’s only once gotten into legal entanglements. The people he fleeces, >ou understand, aren’t the sort who care to rush into court or the newspapers. “You’re sure he really Is as bad as you say?” "My Information is authentic. No question about it.” Mrs. Parsons w r as not eating. “But how—where did Celia come to know such a man?” “He’s the one w’ho pulled her out of the water that time she nearly drowned at the Boat Club. Must say I have to give him credit for that. You know it seems to me—er—seems to me Celia said before that she met him at your home. Could that be right, Evelyn?” “At my home? Oh, no, John, you must be mistaken. Celia couldn’t have said that Why—ridiculous!” Mitchell nodded. “Probably my mistake,” he said. “I don’t remember very clearly. Well, now that I know this young man for what he is you can believe me I feel lucky to have things turn out as they have. “Yes, sir, getting her into the country is wliat did it! Something else to thank you for, too.” Evelyn parsons’ glance was meaningful. "If I’ve helped, I’m glad, but we did it together, John.” “You’re a wonderful helper.” Evelyn waited. Mitchell did not speak. After a few moments the woman’s azure gaze met his again. “You’re understanding, John,” she said earnestly. “I leel that I can talk to you as to no one else. There’s a little confession I ought to make. Then perhaps you’ll see what this summer has —meant to me.” There was an instant’s pause and then Evelyn continued: “Three months ago when I returned from Paris I was a brokenhearted woman. You know the happiness that Dwight and I—God bless him!—had always known. Never a cross word between us in twenty years. You understand what his passing meant to me.”

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She touched a handkerchief daintily to her eyes before going on. “I felt so alone! There was no one to whom I could tum. In desperation I left everything and sailed for France. “Those months were miserable. I had friends, but they had gone abroad for pleasure. I kept to myself and mourned. Yes, it was a dreadful winter. I think I am fairly brave, John, but I have, never been so happy!” “My dear, if this hurts you, don’t go on ” “But I must, John. I want you to understand. Besides telling it—to you—doesn’t hurt. It helps! After I came back to New York I made anew effort to forget myself. “I told myself that what was past was past and I must carry on. There were business affairs to tend to. Then you came to me —with Celia.” Evelyn paused dramatically. “From that first night you came to see me everything has been different. I felt thSt here was some one who needed me. Here was something to which I could give myself. “I was trying to make dear little Celia happy, so I gathered young people about. Their laughter and brightness were the very things I needed. Don’t you see? What I’ve tried to do for Celia—and for you—has given me anew life. I’m alone no longer because I have—” The noiselessly moving waiter was at Mrs. Parsons’ side. He held a tray of muffins shrouded in napkins. “Will you have a muffin, madam?” What Evelyn Parsons would have liked to do with that tray of muffins may be guessed. The fine climax of her dramatic scene had been ruined by a plate of bakery stuff. She looked up startled. If there was a glint of fire in her blue eyes only the waiter saw it. Then, with an effort, Evelyn controlled herself. “No muffins,” she said. Mitchell helped himself to the hot bread and the waiter moved away. “What you’ve told me is a wonderful lesson,” he said slowly. “But it is more than that. It’s the record of a beautiful spirit. Your love for Dwight will be enshrined in a multitude of unselfish deeds for others.” Evelyn stirred. “Dwight?” she said. Then, catching herself, she added quickly, “Oh, of course.” * If this was an odd speech from a widow of ten months, Mitchell did not notice it. He was finishing his coffee. When he put down his cup he seemed to look at his companion with anew interest. , “Evelyn,” he said, “you%e a wonderful woman.” a f a EipHE luncheon was soon over. There was no opportunity for Evelyn Parsons, try as she would, to reach again the high dramatic moment which she had built up before. From personalities the conversation veered sharply to practical affairs. It was nearly 2:30 w'hen John Mitchell, on the curb, lifted his hat and bowed as Evelyn’s motor car moved away. She had offered to leave him at his office, but Mitchell said he had an engagement nearby. Celia was watching from the window when the limousine reached Grammercy square. She had tired of her book and began to grow anxous. Between a hero on the printed page and John Barrymore on the motion picture screen there was a world of difference, and the advantage was all with the actor, so far Celia’s day in the city had been rather dull. The car stopped. Celia called to Martha that she w T as leaving. Then she gathered up her sweater and books, opened the door and ran down the steps. “It’s not too late, is it?” she asked eagerly as she stepped into the car beside Mrs. Parsons. “Too late for what?” “The picture. You know—John Barrymore. I looked in the morning paper and found the name of the theater. It’s on Forty-third street.” “Oh, I’d forgotten. Really. I think we’d better put that off until another day. We can come in any afternoon and you see it’s getting on after 3 o’clock now. We won’t be home as it is until 5.” ' “No, I suppose not.” Celia was not of the temperament to sulk. Nevertheless she could not hide her disappointment. It was

Mrs. Parsons who had mentioned the photoplay that morning and made the girl look forward to it. She knew, furthermore, that “coming in any afternoon” was the sort of vague plan likely not to materialize. If Evelyn noticed that the girl was unusually quiet during the drive home, she did not mention the fact. Mrs. Parsons, having embarked on a career of “making others happy,” devoted her thoughts to herself. The “beautiful spirit” seemed a trifle short-tempered during the rest of the afternoon and evening. They did not go to the country club, but had dinner at home. Afterward Celia, inspired by Martha’s reminiscences, wrote a letter to her mother. Then she curled up on the davenport and became absorbed in her book. Lisi Duncan paid an unexpected call at Larch? ood next morning. She drove up wearing the loose white duck trousers, checker shirt and beret which was her favorite hot weather costume. “Take you on for a set of tennis!” she called to Celia as she opened the door and let herself into the house. “Why, Lisi! Where did you come from?” “Oh, I had a row with Kate and decided to clear out for a while. You don’t know what you’re spared, Celia, not having to live with a lot of low relatives! Honestly, I don’t know how I stand it.” tt ■ * 9 “YYTHAT was the trouble?” VY '‘This time? Oh, Kate knew I had a date last night. I wouldn’t tell ner who with, though, and so she got mad. She took every single pair of slippers from my shoe rack and hid them in the garage. When I got ready to put on my brocade sandals there wasn’t a shoe in sight except the golf oxfords I had on. Can you imagine it? Kate had locked everything of hers up and mother's shoes won’t fit me. I could have killed her!” Lisi looked so ferocious that Celia laughed. “What did you do?” she asked. “Went in my bedroom slippers! Mother caught me coming in later, and didn’t we have a pretty picnic! More fun at our house!” Ce.' was on her way to get the rackets. “Come on,” she said. “I’d, love to play and it will cool you off—even If the sun is hot.” For two hours Lisi patiently batted balls over the net which Celia could return, and gave the begimier helpful instruction.* At 1 o’clock Mrs. Parsons appeared to tell them luncheon was ready. Lisi accepted her invitation to remain. While they were eating a telephone message came for Celia. She excused herself and reappeared a moment later smiling. “It was Tod,” she said. “He’s coming to take me to the races, and you’re going too, Lisi. I told him you would.” “Love to—but look; at me!” It was decided that one of Celia’s dresses would serve in the emergency. Fortunately Lisi wore a pair of linen pumps and would not need to go in bedroom slippers. Two hours later at the finish of a thrilling steeplechase a figure in front of her caught Celia Mitchell’s eye. She stared. Could it be possible? The girl leaned forward. (To Be Continued) WIFE CLAIMS HUSBAND .DRUNK THREE YEARS Wouldn't Work, Abused Her. But She Doesn't Want Divorce, Bn Times Special. CLEVELAND, Oct. 23.—He |vould not work, he was drunk for three years, once he threw a knife at her severing an artery and another time blew off a few strands of her hair with a shotgun, but still she loved him. “So you want a divorce?” Judge A. J. Pearce, common pleas, inquired of Mrs. Fred C. Jackson. “No, I guess not, judge,” she replied after a pause. “You don’t know how friendly he can be at times and if I’d divorce him, some other woman would get him, so just make him pay me alimony.” So Jackson was under a court order tcWay to pay his wife SSO a | month to keep out of jail. SIX-HOUR DAY TALKED : St. Paul Considers Pla’h to Aid Plight of Jobless. I By Scrippe-Howard Newspaper Alliance ST. PAUL, Oct. 23—A six-hour day to help relieve unemployment is under consideration by the city council. Contractors on city construction work would be asked to hire two shifts of workers. Laborers paid by the hour would work only thirty-six hours a -week instead of the present forty-four, and thus would make about 18 per cent less wages. Organized lrfbor has proposed a five-day week.

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