The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-10-17


Then Mitchell said it was time
1 for him to 60. He was spending the
night at the country club and prom
ised to rejoin them next day after
his morning Ind Of golf.
TIE departed Celia paused long
II enough in the upstairs hallway
before going to her room to say to
Mrs. Parsons:
you looked perfectly beautiful
tonight. Evelynl I thought at first
you'd done your hair different
way, but it isn't that. I guess It's
| just because you really are beau
tifulg"
SILLY child. Tell me about the
| picnic"
ut was fun Listen, Evelyn, do
you think you'll beDable to talk to
father tomorrow about Tod? I
mean about getting him to change
his opinion Of him? 1t sort Of
bothers me. / can't help but wor-
ry-"
Sheer inspiration prompted Eve
Iyn Parsons. An eager light came
into her eyes.
"IIl do what / can, Celia" she
said. "And I'm sure I can't fail.
Let's see-the thing is to manage
this the right way"
She studied silently a moment.
81 know!" she continued, well
pretend you have an errand tonor-
row afternoon after luncheon. You
can take the car and stay away q
long time-two hours at least!
THAT will give me q chance to
have the sort of talk with your ia
ther where 1 can lead up to the
subject Don't you see? First I'll
talk about how popular you are at
the club and how everyone likes
you That will be sure to start
him on his plans for your future.
From that it will be no trick at
all for me to mention Tod and what
a splendid young man he is"
ooh, Evelyn!"
The girl was delighted.
That's how We'll manage it.
Now remember, y~-Ir part is to go
for a long drive that will give me
plenty of time"
"I'il time myself" Celia assured
her. "Ill give you hours! Good
night, Evelyn"
Good night, dearI"
AS Evelyn Parsons closed the
door of her room she was con-
vinced that fate was her ally.
CELIA was trying to learn ten
~ mis-. The game fascinated her,
and Lisi Duncan, who played ex-
pertly, had volunteered some in
struction.
Celia was too shy to expose her
feeble efforts on the courts at the
club, but she could bounce balls
against the backstops on the court
at hardwood to her hearts con-
tent.
She was in the midst of an ex-
citing private practice Sunday
morning when she heard her
fathers voice.
"Higher!" he called. Throw
the ball higher in the air before
you strike it."
The girl turned in the direction
from where his voice came. Mitch
ell stood in the pathway through
the hedge. His hands were on his
hips. He might have been watch
ing her for some time.
Her face, red from exertion, col
ored more darby.
"I didn't see you" she said.
Good morning. I'm afraid I'll
never learn how to serve"
"You don't throw the ball high
enough" Mitchell repeated. He
walked out to where she stood, took
the racket and ball in his own
hands. "Here-like this!''
The white sphere cut sharply
across the net to the opposite cor
ner of the court.
"Perfect!" cried Celia.
II haven't had q tennis racket in
my hands for years" her father
said, looking down at the object.
Getting too old for the game"
Not when you can serve a ball
like that! Oh, wish could make
them spin that wayl Mine won't
even go over the net"
Have you got another racket? p
There are some in the house.
Wait-IH be back in two minutes! y
Celia turned and sped down the
pathway. In short time she was
back, breathless and eyes shining
She carried three tennis rackets.
SHelp yourself" Celia urged.
Mitchell tried them, selected one
and walked to the opposite side OF
the net. He already had put aside
his coat and hat.
For some time he returned balls
and called out suggestions as Celia
practiced. Later they we're oppo-
nents in a game. It ended in the
mans favor.
They played a second, which
Celia won. and then her father de-
manded time out for rest.
The girls embarrassment was
gone. She asked questions, tried tc
correct faults Mitchell criticised.
you'll get along all right" he
assured her. 1T comes with prac-
tice."
Celia brushed her hair back i'm
patiently. In her short white dress
and heelless slippers she looked a
child. Sunshine had turned her
| face and arms "a ruddy tan.
A low exclamation came from
John Mitchell.
ITO Be Coutiuuedl