Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-10-09
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ed four-posted bed, small. colorful
rugs, chairs and a high chest Of
walnut. There were ruffled white
tieback curtains at the windows and
a blue pottery bowl Of daisies and
snap dragons stood on o small
table.
Hilda departed and Celia made
sure that the door had closed
securely behind her. Now that she
was alone the girl seemed excited.
For an instant she listened at the
door. then swung herself on the
bed, drawing from her jacket a
crumpled object. II was a letter.
Miss Celia Mitchell. East 2lst
street. New York" the address read.
The handwriting appeared TO be
familiar. Celia surveyed 1t a NOM
ent. Then she pressed the envelope
to her heart. She flung her head
back. smiling ecstatically.
Quickly Celia ripped the envelope
open and drew forth the folded
sheets. The smile vanished. Celia
read feverishly:
Dear Celia: IT was certainly a
tough break that was handed 20
me Saturday. DO you know where
I was when your train pulled out?
Half way TO Glen Burnie
chasing Joe Park. the guy who
escaped from the penitentiary last
week. No. we didn't get him, but II
was an exciting afternoon.
You see, I had everything lined
up so I could finish early Satur-
day. Bradford was supposed TO
take my assignments after three
o'clock. I was just about ready 70
beat IL when the tip came IN. Nor
gan yelled at me and said. You
take this. Shields Well. OF course
there wasn't any use 1rguing. ]
didn't even have time 10 bluff.
Casey went with me. IL was a
private tip TO the city editor that
Park could be found at a house
out there where a girl lives he used
TO be seen with before he was sent
up. All the papers in town kave
been playing the Park story all
week. II seemed like a hot lead.
and we sure burned up the road.
weIl-that's about all there is to
tell. II turned out there wasn't any
such house number. and after two
hours we decided there wasn't any
such girl either. Finally when We
called the office Morgan decided
the whole thing was phoney. There
was my afternoon gone-and you
gone. tool
Il called up your mother that
evening. but I guess she didn't get
my message. Anyhow. l wasn't able
to see her until last night, and
that's why ! couldn't write b-fcre
She gave me the address. / hope
you've been having a fine tir. In
New York. and that your new rel
atives imprcve on acquaintance. ]
haven't got the raise yet. II u
isn't on this weeks pay check
guess III have to have another
session with the M. r.
There isn't anything else to tell
you except that it seems about a
million years since you were here
II isn't any fun driving alone eve
nings. Looks like a long summer
ahead. I certainly was sorry not u
be able to say goodby i the sta
ito. Hope you'll write soon and
tell me you haven't forgotten q
certain evening I have In mind
Believe me / haven't. It's awfully
lonesome here. Honey.
Lots OF love-
BARNEY"
There was a rustic Of emotion in
the hallway. Celia Mitchell, in
tent on the letter, did not hear IT,
The sound was repeated: then
there came a knock at the door.
The glow faded from Celia'F
cheeks. She stood up. backing
away from the door and jamming
the pages into her pocket.
who's there?" she demanded.
"Ycur luggage. ma'am.'
She recognized the c~auffeur's
voice. Celia breathed a sigh OF
relief and then said: Bring the
bags in"
The Interruption reminded the