Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 166, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 November 1930 — Page 13

NOV. 20, 1030.

CHAPTER SIXTY A MAN In a tall hat and dinner . clothes joslted against Barney Shields and begged his pardon. Shields muttered a reply and strode cn. He looked neither to left nor right, but shouldered through the crowd. Someone knocked ofT his hat Shields caught it Just in time to keep it from falling. The sickening realization that Celia was lost to him—lost utterly —blinded the young man. He did not know where he was going. He did not case. Then he became aware that some one was shouting. It was his name they were calling: "Mr. Shields! Oh. Mr. Shields!'’ Barney turned. A small man, looking very excited, was running toward him and calling his name. The man dodged about a group and reappeared. It was Edward, the butler. Too disturbed to find this performance strange, Shields waited. "What do you want?” he demanded when the butler reached him. Edward was out of breath. ‘‘She’s —she's over there!” he gasped. “She wants to see you.” “She? Who do you mean?” The electric spark of hope kindled and died instantly. Edward was gesticulating toward a figure half way down the deck. Shields was not sure that he saw the person Edward was pointing out, but certainly it was not Celia. Celia was nowhere in sight. "Who is it? What does she want me for?” The butler was struggling to regain his lost breath and seemed incapable of replying, but he urged Shields in the direction from which he had come. For an instant the young man hesitated. Then he followed. They had gone ten yards when Shields uttered a sharp exclamation. He brushed past an intervening group, broke into a run and halted before a woman in black. "Mrs. Rogers!” he cried. "How did you get here?” He caught the woman in his arms, staring down at her. Margaret Rogers’ brown eyes were wide and terrified. "Oh, Barney, I was so afraid he couldn’t find you! I came as quickly as I could' What has happened? Where’s Celia? Oh, I must know—!” Barney’s arms fell. "You came for Celia?” he asked. "Os course. Where is she? All T know' is that a servant said sometning dreadful had happened and you and her father had come to this boat. Where is she?” The young man’s lips were set. “I'm afraid it’s too late even for you t-o do anything now.” "Barney—?” The mother’s voice was hysterical. a u a “rvH, she’s here all right. She's vJ up on the next deck with the good-for-nothing she's married. Her father tried to stop her but he couldn't do anything. "Married! Celia's not—married?” "I ll take you up if you want to see her.” "Oh, Barney, it can't be! Not Celia, my baby. Take me to her. Hurry. Barney.” Gay farewell crowds were trooping back over the gangplank. Passageways were less congested. Mrs. Rogers and Shields emerged on the second deck. The fust person they met- was John Mitchell. "Margaret!” the man choked out. He looked as though he could no believe his eyes. "Where is she, John? Where's Celia?” Mitchell made a jerking motion with his head. "Over there. And that scoundrel’s with her! For God's sake. Margaret, try to stop her! She's throwing her life away !” Margaret Rogers did not wait to listen. She hurried in the direction Mitchell had ndicated. A dozen steps and she s vv the couple at the railing. Celia's pale face uurred in the mist which danced before her mother's eyes. With a low, Involuntary cry Margaret ran forward. “Celia!” she called. "Darling—oh. I’ve found you!” The girl whirled about. Disbelief, then fear, crossed her face. One wild, appealing glance and she flung herself forward into her mother’s arms. "Oh!” she cried, "Mot he*.! Mother! I thought you'd gone!” The girl clung to the older woman. Her shoulders rose and fell with great sobs. Both of them were

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! wholly unconscious of everything about them. Tod Jordan interrupted the reunion. “It's time for everyone except passengers to leave the ship,” he said brusquely. “You’d better say good-by now, Celia. They’ll be pulling up the gangplank in a minute or two.” Celia turned. "But, Tod—it's my mother!” Jordan bowed stiffly. “How do you do! As I was saying, there's harldly time to get on shore.” The girl raised frightened eyes first to Jordan and then to Marl garet. She started to speak, but Mrs. Rogers was quicker. "Come!” she said. "The young man is right. We must go immediately.” Jordan caught Celia’s arm. “You’re not going!” he said angrily. “You’re going to stay here!” "No, Tod.” "I say you are. If you think you can back out at the last minute, I’ll fool you!” Margaret Rogers’ eyes flashed fire. "Young man, my daughter is coming with me!” "But she’s not!” Suddenly Celia flung head up. “I will not stay!” she cried. "And you can’t talk to me that way! Let me go—!” She pulled her arm free and ran toward the stairs. In the doorway she met Mitchell and Shileds. "Oh, father!” Celia sobbed. "Let's go home!” Margaret Rogers followed immediately after the girl. “We’d better hurry,’’she said. “I think it’s nearly sailing time.” They descended quickly. As they reached the deck below the cry rang out once more, “All ashore who’s going ashore!” Edwards, a frightened and pathetic figure, waited on the pier. He brightened as he saw the four coming toward him. “Will you want the car now, sir?” he asked Mitchell just as though they were in the Grammercy Park drawing room. Mitchell nodded. Celia still clung to her mother's arm and the three men followed down the length of the pier. They found Mitchell's limousine and got inside. A heavy embarrassment hung over the group. None of them understood all that had happened. tt tt tt WHAT I’d like to know,” Mitchell said after they had ridden for a time in silence, “is how you got here. Margaret” “It’s hardly clear in my own mind,” the woman answered, “I arrived in Baltimore this afternoon and went to the apartment. Mrs. Schultz said you’d been trying to find me. I can’t understand it. John! I wrote you a letter before I went to the sanitarium. Didn't you get it?” “Sanitarium? What letter?” “I sent you a note in a letter to Celia. I remember—it was before her birthday. You see, I thought you ought to know how to reach me.” “I never got that letter.” (Neither Mitchell nor Celia recalled the evening Evelyn Parsons had been left alone in the drawing room with Margaret’s message.) “Whst did you say about a sanitarium?” “I've been there. The doctor told me I had to go and I’m feeling so much better! Really, it’s wonderful—!” Celia looked up. “I knew something was the matter!” she said. “I knew you Wouldn't go away unless you were sick!” She caught her mother’s hand and held it! “But I'm not sick any more, darling. I'm well! As soon as I talked to Mrs. Schultz I took the train. And when I reached the house, the butler Insisted I should go to that boat. Edward in the front seat beside the chauffeur kept his eyes discreetly forward. There were few conversations in the Mitchell house on which he was not informed. All of them wanted to ask questions and yet all of them hesitated. Most of all, Mitchell was afraid to quiz his daughter. Celia had returned and it was Margaret who had worked the miracle. Better leave the rest to Margaret. The curious suspended feeling which is the aftermath of emotion and excitement rested over the four as they stepped out of the car. Edward held open the door and the others entered the house. Then Margaret took charge of the situation. “Celia and I would like to be alone for a while,” she said. “Will you leave us, please?” Mitchell and Shields departed in

the direction of the study. Margaret sat down on the davenport and drew the girl beside her. “What is it that has happened?” she asked tenderly. “Tell mother.” It was some time before Celia could speak coherently. Then she launched into a recital of loneliness and desperation. Her mother had gone. Her father she believed had turned against her. Barney Shields no longer loved her. When Tod Jordan declared he would make her happy, there seemed nothing else to do but marry him. “But—” Margaret began, gripped in frozen fear. “We were going to be married In Havana,” Celia confided. “Tod wanted to go to a justice of peace this afternoon, but I wouldn't do that. I said it had to be a real wedding in a church!” “But, my darling, you don’t really love this man?” “No.” a it tt * MARGARET gathered her daughter into her arms and held her tight. “Then you must never, never think of marrying him!” she declared. “Oh, Celia, suppose I’d been too late! Listen, darling, and remember what I’m going to tell you ” Margaret paused and then in a tense voice she began: “I married your father because I loved him. I was a school girl, an orphan, and three weeks after the day we first met we were married. “His mother disapproved and John quarreled with her. The first two years of our married life were the happiest I have ever known. You were born and we got out of the habit of going about together. “John worked hard, spending more and more time at the office. There were—trivial things, oh, I don’t know!—that caused quarrels. I felt neglected and mistreated. “Things grew worse until finally” —here Margaret’s voice suddenly broke—“l did the most foolish and reckless thing a young wife could do. I left him!” Celia was watching her mother wide-eyed. “I went away,” Margaret continued, “and he let me divorce him. There was no cause—only my foolish misjudgment! “Love can’t be toyed with, Celia. If you cast it aside it becomes a knife blade, turning, ever turning, in your heart. Time passed and I was lonely. “I married Bob Rogers but the knife blade remained. Oh, my darling, I’m telling you all this so you won't make a hideous mistake! You must never marry without love, Celia, and you must never marry for anything else!” “But, mother—if you still love father so ?” “Hush! You are never to mention a word I have said.” There was a footstep in the room. Two pair of startled eyes glanced up into John Mitchell’s face. * “Margaret,” the man said uncertainly, “why didn’t you let me know?” There was pleading and adoration in the voice. Margaret Rogers arose. “You heard?” she began. “Everything. Oh, my dearest—l” Mitchell’s arms closed about Margaret’s shoulders. For an. instant she clung there, then laised her head. Their lips met aid at sight of the joyous radiance on those two faces Celia crept from the room. She went out into the darkened hallway. A gleam of light beckoned from the library. Celia moved forward on tip toe. A familiar pair of shoulders came in view. The girl paused in the doorway. “Oh. Barney!” she called softly. Barney came. THE END CONGRESS TO STUDY BACKING PROBLEMS Immediate Attention to Be Given Subject Next Week. Bu Scriovs-Hoteard Newspaper Alliance WASHINGTON, Nov. 20. - mmediate attention will be given to the subject of banking by congress when it convenes next month. A program, already under way to modify the national and federal reserve banking systems, will be pushed to the foreground of the winter’s business by the fastmounting list of banks that have failed or closed their doors, it appeared certain today. Soon after congress meets, five members of the senate banking and currency committee will begin an investigation, already authorized, of the federal reserve system and of national banks, with special at* tention to bank holding companies. As soon as this committee has accumulated sufficient data, it will doubtless ask the entire banking and currency committee to consider legislation to modify existing banking laws. Poison Kills 22 Sheep ROCHESTER, Ind., Nov. 20. Twenty-two of a flock of 210 sheep owned by Ray Wildermuth, farmer southeast of here, are dead as a result of a disease contracted from eating cornstalks.

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