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BEGIN HERE TODAY
CELIA MITCHELL, 17. faces anew
life when she leaves the home In Balti
more v. here she has lived with her
widowed mother, MARGAREET ROG
ERS. to meet her father JOHN MITCH
ELL. and her grandmother In a
stately New York dwelling.
The girl did not even know' her father
was living until the day he came to
the Baltimore apartment. Celia had
supposed 808 ROGERS, her mother's
second husband, killed in an accident,
to be her father. Mitchell offers the
girl a life of wealth and Immediately
everything changes.
She leaves her mother, unaware that
Mrs. Rogers is seriously 111 and she
icaves BARNEY SHIELDS, ambitious
young newspaper photographer, who
swears that some day he ana Celia will
he married.
The girl is lonely and 111 at case In
her new home. Mitchell finds her in
tears and is worried. He appeals to
MRS. EVELYN PARSONS, beautiful
widow whose husband had been
Mitchell’s close friend.
Mr.,. Parsons agrees to introduce Celia
to the right set of young people, though
it is obvious she regards the girl as a
means to gain Mitchell's affections.
To this end she invites Celia to spend
a week-end at her Long Island home.
Among the other guests is TOD JOR
DAN. a handsome young man, who de
votes himself to Celia. Jordan fasci
nates the girl, but she Is loyal to Bar
ney an treats hint cooliv. Next morning
Evelyn Parsons announces she has news
for Celia.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER TWENTY
father's going to be here
I for luncheon,” Mrs. Parsons
said briskly. "He telephoned. I
should think he’d be here almost
any time now.”
Celia said she was glad he could
come early. Privately she wondered
how John Mitchell would fit into
this crowd of curious, careless young
people. Her father still was as dis
tant an acquaintance as he had
been the day she arrived in New
York.
It was hot and Lisi Dimcan, who
had won the last set of tennis, de
clared she was “simply wrecked.”
She tumbled into a porch chair,
calling for ice water.
Kate, her sister, appeared in a
Fiench window and eyed Lisi dis
approvingly. Kate wore lounging
pajamas of orchid silk printed in
beige and green. She looked hab
itually as though she just had
turned from a mirror.
Eve Brooks was wearing paja
mas, too, an orange and black out
fit. For a wonder she was sitting
beside her husband, who was read
ing the newspaper sports section.
No one mentioned attendance at
church. Celia wondered what might
be next on the day's program.
They heard the sound of a car
coming up the drive, and Evelyn
Parsons hurried out to meet her
guest. Celia would have come, too,
but Mrs. Parsons waved her aside.
A few minutes later she heard
Mitchell’s voice in the living room.
Celia went inside.
“Good morning, father,” she said.
“ 'Morning, Celia. Look as though
Long Island agreed with you.”
“Oh, h does, indeed!” Evelyn
Parsons spoke up quickly. “Really.
I hope you'll , let this daughter of
yours consider Larchwood her sec
ond home. She's been the belle of
the party!” v
It wasn't true, of course. Kate
Duncan would be the belle of any
group in which she appeared, but
Mitchell seemed pleased.
It occurred to Celia she had not
realized before how good looking
her father was. In white flannels
and blue coat he appeared younger.
Celia inquired politely about her
grandmother. Then Evelyn Parsons
said gaily:
"Run along back to your young
men. Celia. I'm going to take your
father to see the new lily pool.
We've just time before luncheon.”
Slightly resenting this dismissal,
Celia went back to the porch. She
did not see her father again until
the meal was announced.
Then he sat at Mrs. Parsons’ right
at the head of the table, and Celia
was at the opposite side with several
ethers between them.
ana
SHE saw very little of Tod Jordan
that afternoon. There was
some discussion whether the after
noon should be spent watching ten
nis matches at the club (the third
Tanking national player was to play
an exhibition match) or whether
they should all drive to the big fly
ing field, where elaborate maneu
vers were to be staged.
In the end it was decided to do
both. Young Carr, who had a
pilot's license: Eve Brooks, and Jor
dan set off for the aviation field.
The others went to see the tennis.
Celia, Lisi Duncan and Jimmie
Webster departed .in Webster's
roadster. Kate Duncan and Brooks
drove with Mitchell and Mrs. Par
sons in the tatter's cloged car.
Thouch the third ranking tennis
champion was in excellent form.
Celia Mitchell did not enjoy her
self. Every one about her was cnat
ting and visiting.
Lisi Duncan constantly was being
hailed by young and old. She
ssemed to know every one, to have
| a swift comeback for every word of
j raillery. Celia felt lonesome.
Her father and Mrs. Parsons re
: mained on the clubhouse veranda.
' She and Webster joined them when
tea was served.
Lisi had a blond youth in tow
and did not reappear until Jimmie
Webster went to hunt for her to
drive her home.
It was 5:30 when they reached
Larchwood. Tod Jordan and his
companions were not yet back from
the aviation field. Celia went to her
room to dress for dinner.
So far the day had been disap
pointing. Celia bathed leisurely,
slipped into a negl.. o ve and went
to the dressing table to experiment
with her hair.
There was a great deal of time
to waste. Dinner would not be
served until 7 o’clock.
She combed out her brown hair,
which the hot weather had curled
up rather tightly about her face.
Then she tried pulling the hair
severely back from the forehead as
f Eve Brooks did. The effect was
; nothing at all like Mrs. Brooks’ sleek
i blond coiffure. It wouldn’t do at
'all!
Celia tried again. She had de-
I cided that her own way of twisting
her hair int oa little knot at the
base of her neck looked childish.
When the experiment was ended
Celia had achieved a becoming
compromise. There were curls be
fore each ear. The rest of the hair
was brought back in a dignified ef
fect.
She used powder, a /touch of
rouge and then drew on her blue
chiffon frock. The dress slipped
down quaintly off the shoulders. It
had a slimly-fitting waist, then
bouffant skirt. Wearing it, Celia
could, almost have passed for a girl
of forty years ago.
She inspected herself doubtfully
in the mirror. Celia had no idea
the old-fashioned effect was be
coming. She thought of Kate Dun
can’s glittering necklaces.
After a minute Celia opened her
traveling bag and drew out a small
black box. Inside was the little
gold locket her mother had given
| her. \
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CELIA fastened the chain about
her neck, 'decided the locket
was an improvement. Then she
went downstairs.
No one was in sight in the living
room. Then she saw her father
standing before the window of a
small room beyond.
As she entered the doorway he
turned. It was the hour before
sunset. There were long shadows
on the lawn outside and fading
light within. For an instant the
girl seemed almost an apparition.
“Celia!” the man said, “you star
! tied me.”
"I didn't mean to.”
She came over beside Mitchell.
There was something strange in his
eyes, almost as though he had
never see her before.
‘Do you like it?” she asked,
smiling.
“Like what?”
“The new dress. It’s one of those
Mrs. Parsons helped me buy. I
think it makes me look older. That’s
why I wanted it.”
John Mitchell gazed down at his
daughter.
“The dress is very pretty,” he
said. “Blue, isn’t it?” He paused
and then added: “Your mother used
to wear blue.”
Celia nodded. “I used to try to
get her to have a blue dress. Only,
; of course, now she always wears
black. She has to wear that at
the store, and she says it’s more
practical.”
Mitchell was looking out the
! window again. For several moments
j they did not speak.
; “Been haring a good time down
i here?” he asked,
j “Yes.”
“You seem doubtful. What's the
! trouble?”
Celia hesitated. “Every one's been
| awfully nice to me,” she said. “It’s
—oh, I guess it’s my own fault, but
you see I'm not used to doing the
i things these people do.
“I hardly know how to talk to
j them. I guess it's because I’ve al
i ways just been at home.”
The girl's eyes were appealing.
! Her father put an arm about her
I shoulder—the first sign of fatherly
affection Mitchell had ever shown.
“I gtfess we're alike.” he said
slowly. I’ve never taken time enough
for play, either That's all over
now. Over ior botn of us.”
man
THE little locket caught his eye.
“Celia—where did you get
that?” Mitchell spoke sharply.
“You mean the locket? Oh,
—By Williams I
mother gave it to me. It’s an old
one she's had ever since I can re
member.
You see, I don’t have her picture.
It—well, it sort of makes me feel as
though she weren’t so far away.”
The man did not seem to be lis
tening. He had opened the tiny gold
case and was looking at the picture
of Celia as a baby. The other side
of the locket was bare.
“Father! Is anything the matter?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing.”
Then John Mitchell really star
tled his daughter. He slipped both
arms around her and held her close.
They were standing thus when
Evelyn Parsons saw them.
Evelyn’s sharp exclamation was
stifled. She turned away. The tight
line of her lips distorted her face
and her eyes were like flames. To
be thwarted by such a little chit!
Hatred for Celia Mitchell—hatred
that was blind and unreasoning—
overcame the woman.
She hurried from the room. At
| dinner, half an hour later, Mrs.
Parsons smiled and presided at her
table as graciously and sweetly as
usual.
She looked stunning in another
of her Paris gowns, a filmy, floating
creation of white chiffon and black
lace. Mitchell pra'sed the frock.
• The smile with which she favored
him was lingering, faintly provoca
tive to his tale of a troublesome law
case.
Evelyn always could be interested
in any man’s business affairs. She
j formed an audience which seemed
j to say, “I don’t quite understand,
; but I think you're marvelous.”
I There was music again in the
I evening. For a time they all gath
! ered on the veranda, but soon Mrs.
Parsons slipped away.
No one noticed she had gone. No
] one saw her go upstairs, enter her
| bedroom, reappear and hurry down
! the hall to the room Celia occupied.
| Mrs. Parsons entered, closing the
J door softly behind her. She looked
j about. There in the corner she saw
i what she sought.
She lifted Celia’s traveling bag to
the bed and opened it. The fingers
of her left hand unfolded, revealing
a strand of pearls. For an instant
their opalescent beauty held her.
Then she dropped the necklace into
the traveling bag, fastened the lock
and went out of the room.
It was still early in the evening
that John Mitchell met his hostess
in the hallway.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he
said, then added quickly, “Evelyn,
| what's the matter?”
! She tried to smile, but her brood
ing look deepened.
j “Oh, it doesn’t really matter,” she
j said. “I—well, I’ve just had a shock.
] Os course the others mustn’t know.
J It’s my pearls—”
“Are they mi&ing?”
Evelyn nodded “I’ve looked every
j where,” she said, “and I can’t
| understand it. 1 know I had them
I yesterday because I showed them to
| Celia. She saw' .me put the case
; away.”
Mitchell's voice cut in:
“You don’t mean—!”
<To Be Continued)
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