Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 147, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 October 1930 — Page 8

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY CELIA MITCHELL. 17. leave* Bltlicore her . n h& lived with hracmtre*s mother. MARGARET ROGERS, to iom he* wealthy father. JOHN UITCRELL 1n New York. The Barents are divorced and Mrs Rowers Is a widow lollowine a second marriage. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper SbotoisrraDher. is in love with the girl. IlfchfU asks EVELYN PARSONR. beautiful widow, to introduce his daughter to other voting Deoole. Mrs. Parsons agrees, considering Celia a means to win Mitchell's affections. She soon becomes Jealous of the girl end schemes to get rid of her bv encouraging romance between Celia and TOD JORDAN, fascinating but of dubious character. Although Mitchell forbids Celia to see Jordan she goes about with the young men frequently. LIBI DUNCAN, a girl of Celia's age. oecomes her loyal friend. Shields gomes to New York to work for a ohotofrenhlc service and meet* Celia. She t-ils him she has lost her heart, to Jordan Celia is a guest at. Mr*. Parsons' uptown apartment. She meets Shields on the street one afternoon and is JUh him when Jordan appears. They enter a shop, thus avoiding an encounter. List. Oella and Mrs. Parsons are together that evening when thev hear a radio report of a disastrous Are in a building where Shields Is working. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-ONE LIST DUNCAN grasped the other girl's arm. "Where are you going? ’ she cried. Celia had caught up a sport coat, the first wrap in sight. She threw it around her. “Don't stop me!” she pleaded, half sobbing. "It’s Barney! Don’t you hear? He's there —in the building that’s on fire. I’ve got to get there. Let me go!” Freeing herself, she rushed from the apartment. Lisi turned, bewildered, toward Mrs. Parsons. "Go after her!” the woman said, rising. “See if you can stop her!” Without a coat Lisi darted Into the corridor. She caught up with Celia as the girl was ringing for the elevator. “Don’t cry, honey!” she begged. “Maybe it Isn’t so bad. Please don’t cry! 1 ’ A door slammed and Evelyn Parsons came bustling down the hall to join them. She reached the girls jusjt as they were stepping into the descending car. At once Evelyn took charge. “Celia,” she said, “you must tell me where you’re going! What's the meaning of this?” Lisi was the one who answered. “We’re going to the fire!” she exclaimed. “Celia knowns someone who’s there. Isn’t it exciting!” “But this is impossible!” Evelyn protested. It was in vain. They had reached the ground floor and the two girls hurried toward the entrance. Mrs. Parsons hesitated, pulled her cloak more closely about her and, with a dismayed gaze upward, followed. “My car’s at the right,” Lisi pointed. In another minute all three were squeezed into the close quarters of the coupe and the motor was throbbing. Lisi swerved the car into the stream of traffic. ‘This is madness” Evelyn Parsons stormed. “You can’t mean you re really going to this fire!” II Celia heard her she gave no sign of it. Her face was white and drawn. She pressed her hands together. “Hurry Lisi,” she begged. “Oh, I was afraid something would happen. If Barney’s hurt I'll never forgive myself! Can’t we go faster?” “Barney?” Evelyn caught the word and eyed Celia shrewdly. “Do you mean—is it the young man you knew in Baltimore?” a an THE girl nodded mechanically. “He isn’t in Baltimore any more,” she said. “He's here. I saw him this afternoon and he said he was going to this meeting to make pictures. Somehow I felt then it would be dangerous, but he laughed at me.” Lisi asked about the address. She was driving with her customary abandon, darting between other vehicles with a recklessness only matched by certain taxicab drivers. When she was forced to stop for traffic lights, she jammed on the brakes abruptly. Mrs. Parsons was white-faced, too, now. Each time the coupe veered precariously she looked in deadly terror. Each time it jolted to a stop she held her breath. She never had driven with Lisi before. “Do be careful!” Evelyn Parsons implored. "Look—you barely missed that roadster!” The girl at the wheel murmured something inaudible. Her lips were set and she did not relax the motor's speed. Traffic became more dense. The coupe was forced to go slower. Then suddenly the green lights flashed and the car shot forward. “We’re nearly there,” Lisi said, keeping her eyes straight ahead. Celia uttered a low cry, “Smoke! see it—over there?” “Lisi, you’ll never be able to get to this place,” Mrs. Parsons declared. “Let’s go back!”

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“We’re going to make it!” Lisi answered determinedly. “Smoke— I should think there was! Can’t you smell it?” They were hemmed tn now by motor cars, trucks and other vehicles. Horns were honking and drivers complaining loudly. The coupe could barely move. Lisi ducked her head forward. “Look at it!” she cried. “Did you ever see anything like it?” They were still some distance from the burning building. High overhead the thick black smoke curled upward. Now and then It colored with a dingy ruddiness, brightened and then grew dark. The air was heavy with the odor of smoke. On the sidewalks men and women were running. The din was terrific. Celia had begun to weep mysteriously. “Let’s get out and walk,” she begged. “We'll never get there any other way. Oh, Barney, how will I ever find him? How am I to know if he’s safe?” Lisi tried to move the car forward. The effort was useless. “Fires still burning,” she said. “You can tell from the sky. Lord, what a blaze that must have been!” Mrs. Parsons interrupted shrilly: “This is dangerous! We’ve got to get away. Lisi. I tell you we’ve got to! I won’t stay!” The girl looked at her and shrugged one shoulder. "How’re you going to leave?” she asked. “Look behind you!” Evelyn turned. As far as she could see the street was filled with other vehicles. Motor cars of all kinds and sizes. Messenger boys on bicycles. Delivery trucks. She gasped and sank back against the seat. Celia had begun to fumble with the fastener on the door. “What are you doing?” Lisi demanded. “I’m going to get out,” Celia said. “I can’t stand it. I’ve got to know if Barney’s safe.” b a a THERE was a brief argument. It ended w T ith Celia and Lisi climbing out of the car and leaving Mrs. Parsons at the wheel. They made their way to' the sidewalk. They were a strange sight, with heads bare and wearing their long, light-colored evening frocks. Men, women, and children were crowding, pushing, trying to get nearer to the burning building. It was difficult to breathe the smoky air. Lisi had caught hold of Celia’s arm so they would not become separated. They pushed and shoved with the others. At last they edged through the crowd and came up against a rope. “Can’t go farther!” a policeman shouted. “Here get back there!” Across the street, nearly at the

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end of the block, they could see the building from which the murky clouds were rolling. A shrill sisen whistle rent the air and two scarlet ambulances came in view. Celia, understanding their significance, gave a low scream. “Ask the cop to help you.” prompted Lisi. “Maybe he’ll let us through The rope.” The officer’s answer was a harsh negative. “Ch, but please,” Celia begged. “I’ve got to know if he's safe! Don’t you understand? I’ve got to know!” “Srrrv, lady. I can’t do anything for you.” “See here!” Lisi cut in sharply, “have they gotton everyone out of the building?” “I’m not here to answer questions. I'm here to see nobody gets past this line.” The policeman was becoming annoyed. Celia could not keep the tears back. The officer took note of this. “They’re taken the injured over to hospital,” he said more kindly. “Why don’t you go over there?” Lisi asked how to reach the hospital and the policeman told her. After his sudden change of heart he became quite affable/ As the girls turned to go he waved toward the crowd and shouted: "Let the ladies through there!” The human wall parted almost magically and Celia and Lisi hurried back the way they had come. They heard another shrieking siren after they had gone a little distance. Celia turned terror-stricken eyes to Lisi. tt B tt “OUT—if they've taken the peopie to the hospital, what’s that for?” . Lisi knew and went a little pale at the thought. “I guess maybe they hadn’t all gone,” she said. Working their way back through the crowd of inquisitive humans was as difficult as pressing forward had been. Neither of the girls noticed how their frocks had been twisted and torn. When at last they readied the place where walking was comparatively easy, they were breathless. Instead of resting, Celia broke into a run. “Where's the car?” she cried, “we’ve got to find Evelyn.” “We can’t,” Lisi complained. “I’m sure she’s gone. Oh, look!’ She had spied the coupe. “You hoo!” Lisi shrieked like an urchin, and dashed ahead. Mrs. Parsons greeted them, horrified. “What a sight!” she wailed. “Never in my life have I seen such a looking pair. Lisi Duncan, if, I live through this nigtyt I’ll be surprised!” (To Be Continued!

COLLEEN MOORE TO BE HERE FRIDAY Playing the part of a wise little dancer-entertainer, Colleen Moore, making her first stage appearance in Ben Glazers comedy drama, “On the Loose,” will be seen Friday and Saturday of this week at English’s with matinee on Saturday. The stage play was directed by Lionel Atwell and produced by Arch Selwyn and includes a capable cast surrounding Miss Moore. During the action of the play, which first shows pretty Colleen as an entertainer in a dowdy cantina on the border of Mexico, one is carried through three acts of comedy situations and dramatic moments to a happy ending. This being Miss Moore’s first stage play and the first opportunity her many motion picture “fans” have had to see this clever actress in person, “On the Loose” was selected by the new management of the English theater to open the winter season of dramatic productions. Only three shows will be given locally, which includes a matinee Saturday. a a a Indianapolis theaters today offer: “Check and Double Check” at the Circle, “Monce Carlo” at the Indiana, “Playboy of Paris” at the Ohio, “What a Widow” at the Palace, “The Doorway to Hell” at the Lyric, “Life of the Party” at the Apollo, movies at the Colonial, and burlesque at the Mutual.

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