Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-11-21

Of her. And you say everything is
all right. BAH"
Mitchell turned away. Evelyn
Parsons started and for an instant
her eyes flashed with unalloyed
malice. Then she began to weep.
The man apologized. He begged
her 10 help him find Celia.
But I've been trying to-" Evelyn
sobbed. I've been trying TO do
everything / a and now I know
you hate mel"
In desperation Mitchell swore he
meant nothing OF the kind. He
urged her TO stop crying and aid
him In locating Barney Shields.
Together they went TO the room
Celia had occupied and here. after
much searching, Mrs. Parsons pro-
duced a penciled memorandum. The
slip OF paper read: Call Mr..
Shields. Blank $3.50"
Look" she cried. waving the
note toward Mitchell. ITS the
telephone numberl"
BY now IL was nearly n a. m.
One glance at the memorandum
and John Mitchell was urging the
downstairs operator to speed his
call. There we're tense moments OF
delay before the man spoke ex-
citedly:
rs this Shields? Barney Shields?'
The young mans voice came back
/ over the wire. AT the phone. Who's
calling?"
Mitchell Strengthened. You are
Barney Shields?" he asked again.
This is Shields"
There was an electric instant
and then Mitchell continued: I'm
sorry 10 disturb you. Mr.. Shields,
This Is John Mitchell-Celia Mitch
ellis father. You remember we met
the other day?"
"Oh-how do you dol"
something important has hap
pened.' Mitchell went on. It's
something Id like 10 talk 70 YOU
about. Can / see you II I come
where YOU are at once?"
Why, yes. Certainly
Then I'll be there Immediately
Mitchell asked the address. and put
down the telephone.
Where are you goinE7' Evelyn
Parsons demanded. The man:
answer was lost owe his shoulder
as he hurried from the room. Eve
lyn followed in time to see Mitchell
lam on his hat and pull ooen tho
outer door. With a deep sigh sht
turned and went to her bedroom.
There was little traffic and in q
minutes John Mitchell's a stoopee
before the building where Shield:
made his home. Mitchell hurried
up the steps and was addressing &
young man at a desk in the lobby
when someone touched his arm
He swung around 10 confront Bar
new Shields.
Were YOU asking for me. Nh
MITCHELL"
Yes. How do you do. Shields.
The older man paused for an IN
slant. II want to have a talk Wit
YOU. Is there somewhere We cal
go?"
EXCEPT for the voith behind tn
counter the club lobby was desert
ed Barney led the way into
writing rom. likewise unoccupied.
No one will disturb us here. Yo
said something has happened? |
isn't CELIA
Curiosity wa written plainly o.
,1rEe fo~n u0 haH Sof
Mitchell only once in his life. TO .
awakened al one O'Clock IN IN
morning and summoned for an IN
terview was distinctly disouieting.
Shields. where is my daughter?
why. what do YOU MANI"
"Just what I said. Where is Celia
You were seer with her leaving III
apartment at four o'clock tn
afternoon. What have you done wit
her? Where is she now? Youn
man. You'll pay"
Shields expression changed frof
blank wonder to indignation.
"You don't know what you're 81,
ingl" he exclaimed. You're Graz,
I didn't see Celia today You don
mean-you can't mean she's-gonel
For answer Mitchell thrust on
Celia's note. At the same time n
continued threatening the YOUTH
Barney read the brief notch
Calais writing nndeniably -an'
his bewilderment faded.
But WHERE could she go?" n
cried. "Celia's just a kid. Good Lore
you've got to find her. What ar
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