The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-10-09
ALOU BROOKMAN
OF "RASA ROMANCE ~

I But Celia, l couldn't help 1t
I'm mad about you! Oh, won't
you understand"
The girl arose and walked to the
railing of the porch. Jordan fol-
lowed.
You mean" he said huskily, you
don't care about me?"
ct isn't that" Celia hesitated.
Then what is it? What else in
the world can make any difference?
Why, Celia-you're trembling!"
Jordan took both of the girls
hands in his. She looked up at
him with frightened eyes. Their
gaze met. Then Jordan dropped
her hands and stepped back.
Someone else?" he asked in the
same throaty tone.
II don't know"
what do you mean by that?
Don't you know it if there's some
one else you care more for? Tell
me, Celia. Why do you want to
keep me waiting?"
Jordan was romantic figure
as he stood there. His dark eyes
seemed tragic. His pose and every
thing about him was melodramatic.
His perfect-fitting dinner clothes
must have cost three times what
Barney Shields ever had paid for
one of his ready-made suits.
The girl was repentant.
1T don't know, Tod" she said
slowly. II thought there was
someone else. Now I don't knowr
Does that mean I have a
chance?"
She nodded her head.
you darlingl"
Again she was crushed in Jor-
dams arms. This time when she
pushed him away she was bright
eyed, laughing.
"You don't know how happy
you've made me-" he told her.
Celia reminded him she had only
said he had a chance" and that
future decisions would rest upon
good behavior.
"Then I'm sure to lose," Jordan
told her gloomily. I'm not account
able when I'm with you, dear.
only know how much I want you"
Each romantic speech thrilled Ce-
liza. She tried to pretend they did
not. Jordan's experienced eye took
in her subterfuge. For an hour they
talked, sitting in the darkness, with
Jordans arms thrown about the
girls shoulders. Celia forgot hel
scruples and her promise to Barney
Once she asked about Mrs. Par
sons.
"Oh, she said she was going tt
write letters" Jordan answered cas-
lily. 'She doesn't want to be both
cred with you or me-"
He asked how he was going Il
see her after she was back at the
house in town. Celia didn't quite
know. She had doubts about hel
grandmother's views on the subject
Anyhow, he could telephone. Why
hadn't he saved her life? They
would find some way of meeting.
At last she said she must go. i
was growing very late. The tiny
hands or her wrist watch pointed tt
twenty minutes after IL o'clock
Jordan laughed at the idea of thai
being late hour. Still, if SHIT
wanted him to leave
y
CHE didn't want him to go, Celia
~ said. She only felt it was time
that q call should end. Jordan in
sisted on one more kiss, and Their
another and another one before he
finally said good night.
"rll dream about you. Celia" he
whispered. Little ANGEL"
She watched him get into his car
smiling a last farewell from the
door. Then she went to the library
to find Mrs. Parsons and bid hel
good night.
Passing mirror in the hallway
she caught glimpse of her face
Celia stopped short. She hardly
knew herself. 1t would never, never
do to let Evelyn Parsons see hel
with such flushed cheeks. The
bright eyes were tell-tale, tool
Quietly she hurried. upstairs
busted powder over her face anc
came down, again. She found Mrs
Parsons reading.
rs Tod gomez" Evelyn asked.
Yes. I really didn't know it was
getting so late. I think I'll go up
stairs to bed"
Run along" the widow told her
"I'll be coming soon"
Celia undreSsed and crept into
bed. Her heart was pounding sc
that it seemed hours before at last
she fell asleep. Then she dreamed
she was dancing with Tod Jordan
on a moonlit platform.
That young man was dancing
not in dreams, but in night club
It was a resort in a pleasantly re-
mote portion of Long Island pre-
sided over by hostess whose af-
fairs often made page one" of the
newspapers.
Jordan had gone there directly