Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 155, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 November 1930 — Page 20

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BCtil.V HEKt TODAY CELIA MITCHELL. 17, leaves Bal- ' .more, wfitre she has Uvea with her eamstres* mother, MARGARET ROGERS. to Join her wealtnv lather, JOHN MITCHELL, in New Yoric. The parents are divorced and Mr*. Rogers is a widow, following a second marriage. BARNEY SHIELDS, young newspaper photographer, is In lov; with the girl. Mitchell asks EVELYN EARSONS, beautiful widow, to introduce his daughter to other young people. Mrs Parsons agree-, considering Celia a means to win Mitchell’s affections. , , ... ... She soon becomes Jealous of the girl and schemes to get rid ol her by encouraging a romance between Celia and TOD JORDAN. fascinating, but of oubioua character. Although Mitchell forbids Celia to ree Jordan she goes about with the young man frequently. LISI DUNCAN, a girl of Celias age. becomes her loyal mend, •shields comes to New York to work for a photographic service and meets Celia, dhe tells him she has lost her heart to Jordan. ~ . Realisation that It is really Shields she loves comeb to Celia when the young man Is imprisoned In a burning building. He escapes unhurt except for a broken arm. , . , . Mrs. Parsons, who pretends to be friendly to Shields, goes to Mitchell and fells him Celia Is meeting the young man surreptitiously. That afternoon Celia and Shields are strolling together •chen Mitchell appears. He dismisses rhe younß man and takes Celia home. - here thev have a heated argument. Celia slips out of the apartment and takes a train for Baltimore She arrives at her former home to llnd her mother gone. After a day of futile searching •he returns to the flat and Is told a man 1. waiting to sec her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOKI CHAPTER FORTY-NINE CELIA did not seem to hear the words. “They don't ksow where she is!” she cried. “Oh, Mrs. Schultz, how’ll I And my mother? What am I to do?” The German woman drew her into the room. "Here —come inside,” she said. "Already those De Rieskis been listening at keyholes. The gentleman wants to see you.” Celia crossed the tiny, darkened hallway. She raised her head and looked directly into the sober eyes of John Mitchell. The girl stood quite still. “What —what do you want?” she demanded. Then beicre he could answer she rushed to him, threw herself in iris arms and sobbed as though her heart would break. She clutched at his shoulders convulsively, her whole body shaking with her sobs. “Celia—my dear—l’m sorry! Don't cry! Celia, you mustn’t!” Mitchell tried to console the girl. He repeated familiar endearments in a hesitating, awkward tone. Her weeping grew louder. John Mitchell, distressed, looked about frantically for assistance. The portly Mrs. Schultz, across the room, nodded her head approvingly. “Let her cry,” she said in a low voice. “Soon she’ll feel better. It don’t hurt her none to cry!” Mitchell looked singularly out of place in the cheap, cluttered flat. He, too, might have spent a sleepless night. His eyes were worn and there were shadows beneath them. The lines in his face looked deeper. He patted the girl’s shoulder. It was some time before trie storm had quieted enough for Celia to speak. Then she glanced up and, struggling to control her voice, gasped, “Mother isn’t here! They don’t know where she’s gone. Oh—father, what can we^do?” The anguish in the girl’s eyes reproached him. “I know,” Mitchell said huskily. "I found out when I got here. Dry * your eyes now. We’ll find her, Celia.”

"But how can we find her? She's just—disappeared! Nobody knows anything about it!" Mitchell nodded reassuringly. Leave that to me,” he said. “I I've been terribly worried about you. Celia. I want you to know I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I was hasty. Forgive me, won’t you?” "You mean you don't think all those things you said about me? About—not telling the truth and being a disgrace?” "Was that w r hat I said? No. of course I didn't mean it. Temper got the better of me—as it has before. Why, I wouldn’t make you feel badly for anything in the world, Celia! “It’s only that you’re so precious to me. Do you understand? That’s why everything you do means so much, and why I guess I've been too strict. Say you'll forgive me and forget all about it now, won't you?” Celia agreed. * # MITCHELL held his daughter in his arms, comforting her. Mrs. Schulte, who had left them together, but remained close to the bedroom doorway, listening eagerly, had to strain her ears to catch his lowpitched words. He began to ask questions. Celia told him all she had been able to learn about Mrs. Rogers’ disappearance. It was little enough. She recited what the custodian had said and what she had heard at Margot's shop.

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“Do you think the woman who runs the place—the one who's out of town—really may know anything?” “I don’t know,” Celia admitted, i “They were going to give me her ; address, but I forgot.” “Well, that's a start! Is there a i telephone in this place? You might j call the shop now and get that ad- j dress.” Celia jumped up eagerly. Her j father was so confident, so self-re- ! liant. It was wonderful to feel that j he had taken command and that | there was something she could do. The telephone was a public one, j placed in the entrance hall. Celia | caught up her purse and hurried 1 out to make the call. In five minutes she was back again with a Toronto address written on a slip of paper. Her father was talking to Mrs. Schultz when Celia returned. There was nothing in what the custodian told him that Celia had not heard; already. He took the paper Celia gave him, folded it and placed it in a vest pocket. “Is there any one else in the place—any friend of Mrs. Rogers—who you think might have heard from her?” Mrs. Schultz shook her head emphatically. “She don’t make friends with noody!” she said. “She's a good i oman, but she don’t never make friends with nobody. Just say 'good morning’ and ‘nice day’ and something like that, but she don’t tell nobody what she's goin’ to do.” “I see.” A few more questions and Mitchell turned to the girl. “Don’t you think we had better be leaving?” he said. “Mrs. Schultz has been very kind, but we must not impose upon her. Get your things together and I’ll order a cab.” Celia went to the bedroom, where she had left her traveling bag. A glance in the indistinct mirror over the dressing table showed her how completely she had forgotten her appearance. The red-rimmed eyes were swollen. Her hair was unkempt and there was a glossy shine on her nose. Even her frock was rumpled. a a a SHE went o the bathroom and bathed her eyes with cold water. Then she combed her hair, got out cosmetics and used them lightly. Some of the wrinkles in her dress were removed by brushing. She was still far from cheerful, but a more presentatble figure when she reappeared in the living room. Mrs. Schultz shook Celia’s hand heartily as the gooabys were said. “You’re nice girl and you got a fine papa” she said. “Some day when your mamma come back you come to see me again, huh?” “Oh, yes! We’ll come! ’ The girl smiled. Mitchell picked up her traveling bag and they left the house. “Better have something to eat, hadn’t we?” he suggested. “Have you had lunch?” Celia had not. Her father consulted a railway time table and \ pointed out a train they could take | conveniently. The suggestion roused | the girl.

"But father!” she exclaimed, "I can’t go back to New York!” "Why not?” “Where will I go? I can’t stay with Mrs. Parsons any longer. She —she doesn’t like me!” "Nonsense. That’s ridiculous!” "Oh, but it isn’t! I know she doesn t. She couldn’t —-!” "Evelyn is very anxious to have you return. She told me so. You must put that notion out of your headfl ' "But I couldn't, after what she said to me!” "There, there!” Mitchell interrupted. “We won’t talk about it. Os course, you're coming back to New York.” Celia was in no mood for argument. She was tired and weak and ! eager to believe that everything i really would be all right. | Her father’s aggressive way of taking over the situation made her I reliant on him. Besides, he had ! promised to find her mother. They reached the hotel and Celia waited while Mitchell dispatched two messages. Then they went into the dining room and ordered a substantial luncheon. Celia was young and now that the emotional crisis of the last twentyfour hours was ended she discovered she was famished. As they ate her father talked. He asked Celia when she had left New York, how she had spent the evening before, but j he made no criticism. Mrs. Parsons had discovered the girl’s absence, he said, at 10 o'clock.

She bad notified him immediately, and there had been several frantic hours of search. It was finally the doorman (he had gone off duty but was reached by telephone) who gave the word that Celia had taken a cab for Grand Central station. Mitchell’s trip to Baltimore was made on the supposition that the girl had gone to join her mother. “Don’t mind admitting you gave me a scare, Celia,” he said. “A bad one!” “I'm sorry, father.” “Oh, we’re going to forget all that now! Put it out of your mind! We've something else to dc!” Celia nodded gravely. They talked of Margaret Rogers. “There’s one thing!” the girl burst forth. “I wish I could know she isn’t sick. That’s what makes me afraid! She wasn’t really well, you know. I’m afraid something’s happened to make her act so queerly!” “I’ve thought of that,” Mitchell said. “I’m going to do everything within my power to find her, Celia.” He paused, looking across the table at the girl. "We’ve got to find her!” he finished. nan EVELYN PARSONS was reading the telegram in her hand for j a second time when the telephone : rang. Rose answered and handed the instrument to Mrs. Parsons. “Hello?” “Is Miss Mitchell in?” | “No, she's not. This is Evelyn | Parsons speaking. Can I take any message?” - “Oh—Mrs. Parsons! I didn't recognize your voice. This is Barney Shields. Do you know where I j could reach Celia?” “What a pity—she’s out of town!’ “What did you say?” j “She’s out of town. Listen, Mr. Shields.” Evelyn's tone was impulsive. “Celia’s left me alone. Why don’t you come over and have dinner with me? It would cheer me up immensely.” | “Oh, thanks—l mean—” i “Please say you'll come!” “Well, why, yes. I guess I ! could.” “You dear boy!’ Shall I expect you at 7?” “I’ll be there.” “Then I’m spared a lonely evening. Good-by until later.” “Good-by—and thanks.” There was an exultant smile in Evelyn Parsons’ eyes as she set down the telephone. (To Be Continued) NEW CANADIAN NICKEL CALLED ‘DEVIL’S COIN’ It’s Large and Dropped in Church Plate for Quarter. Bv United Press WASHAGO, Ontario. Nov. 7. The new Canadian 5-cent piece, of i a nickel alloy and of the same size as the American nickel is not universally popular in Canada. Unlike the old 5-cent coin, which is silver and slightly smaller than both the American and Canadian 10-cent pieces, the new nickel often is mistaken for a quarter. But so far as is known, D. H. Church is the first person to condemn the new coin as “the devil’s quarter.” Speaking at a meeting of the combined parishes here recently, | Church said that it was time to : sound a note of warning against | the practice of putting large nickles | on the collection *plate in church, J in hopes that they would be misj taken for 25-cent pieces.

LANDHOLDING WEALTHY URGED AS U. S. RULERS I "Elective Monarchy” Proposed by G. O. P. Leader. I Bu United Prc/t* NEW YORK. Nov. 7.—Government by "an elective monarchy of j the landholding rich” instead of the | present representative system, w r as ! proposed today by Hoffman NickI erson. former delegate to the state j assembly and a member of the | New York county Republican com- ; mittee. | Nickerson cited Dwight W. Morrow, senator-elect from New Jerj sey, as confirmation of his belief [ that social, political and economic problems should bs intrusted to the ; "leisure class” plutocracy of the nation.

CRADLE IS ROCKED BY ELECTRIC HAND Californian Invents Mechanical Nurse-Maid for Infants. By United Free* SAN DIEGO. Cal., Nov. 7.—The “hand” that rocks the cradle may be electricity, according to V. D. Standley, inventor. Recently he demonstrated his new electrical nurse-maid, which consists of the customary cradle swung between two uprights mounted on rollers. With the aid of an electric motor and lever attachment, the cradle is swung from side to side when the current is turned on.

TARZAN AND THE LOST EMPIRE

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