The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-09-20
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mo, dear. 1t will be better for
you to go without me. Besides,
must stay here" She turned her
head away.
Then I can't go the girl said
firmly L don't want to 60
For moment Mitchell APP
peared to be nonplussed. Then he
spoke coldly:
"A girl Of II hardly can be ex-
pected to know what is best for
her, I suppose. Since the matter
has been decided, Margaret, there
is no more to say.
No doubt the shock has upset the
young lady. I believe 1 may as well
go now. 1 shall communicate with
you in the morning. There will be
details to consider"
He had risen from the chair.
Margaret Rogers was on her feet,
too, as she said:
"YeS-you'd better 60"
Then I bid you good night"
Good night, John"
4
CELIA still was sitting on the da-
~ Venport Her mother turned
You're forgetting to say good
night to your father" she said.
Celia jumped up. Good night"
she cried, facing Mitchell. But 1
haven't said I'd go with you, and
1 won't. I don't see what you had
to come here for Mother and 1
were getting along all right. We
we don't want you or your money
or anything We want to be left
alone!"
Tears filled her eyes. Then, with
an incoherent cry she ran from the
room.
please. John, she doesn't mean"
Margaret started alphabetically.
Mitchell was already in the hall
way.
Good night" he said again stiff
ly. I'll call you in the morning"
He was gone at once. Margaret
Rogers turned and cast one despair
ing glance about the room. Then
her eyes closed and for a moment
her two hands were gripped to-
gether tightly. In her heart was
prayer for strength.
She went into the bedroom and
there, as she had expected, lay
Celia. face down among the pillows.
Her shoulders rose and fell with her
sobs. Margaret sat on the edge of
the bed and slipped an arm about
her daughter.
Don't, darling" she said softly.
please don't cry. 1t hurts mother.
The sobs grew gentler. Mar
garet said no more and presently
the girl turned, pulled herself up
and began to dry her eyes.
"He-he can't make me go, can
hep" she begged.
Mrs. Rogers shook her head.
No. He can't make you go No
one will do that, Celia. You are old
enough to decide matters for your
self"
Them few more shifts and
sobS-"Ive decided"
Whatever Margaret Rogers had
been about to say remained unspo-
ken. Her lips moved, but she checked
herself before the words came. In
stead she stroked the girls hair
softly.
Mother" Celia said. sitting
bold upright. That wasn't true,
was it-what he said about your
agreeing with him that I should
go away? I knew it wasn't So"
1T was true, dear. 1 do think
you should CO."
"Why-mother!"
Margaret Rogers took both of
her daughters hands.
Celia" she said. you told me
this evening you would try to
understand. You've had a terrible
shock. I should have known bet
ter and tried to prepare you for it
Mothers made-mistakes, Celia.
oh. I see them clearly. But we can't
afford to make any mistakes in your
life. We're not going to, either. Long
ago you should have known your
father was living, about his wealth
and Importance.
Hes a great lawyer, Celia. Rich.
"Of course he wants to do the
things for you that only such
father can offer. He will forgive
what you said this evening. John
Mitchell is-juSt."
*
"RUT don't want him to forgive
- theml I don't like him!
Acknowledgement you ask me to
leave you?7
Dusk had fallen. There was no
light in the little room except the
slanting rays from the open door
way. Celia could not see her
mothers face.
There was a pause. Suddenly
Margaret Rogers arms were thrown
about the girl. She held her tight
II, rocking back and forward in the
unconscious motion of a lullaby
Nothing, my pet. is going to
separate usi Don't VIM see91