Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-09-25
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Celia Rogers. just out Of high
school, spends q hot July day
ing for a Job. Her mother, Margaret
Rogers, is a widow. employed as a
seamstress In q dress shop. On he
day the story opens Margaret re-
ceives a letter which she conceals
from Celia. It Is an offer. signed
John Mitchell. to provide the girl
with every advantage Of education.
travel and social position II the
mother will give her up. Margaret
declares she viii never 20 this.
Celia goes for a drive with Bar
ney Shields, young newspaper pho
tographers. Barney tells Celia ne
loves her and swears that some
day they will be married. Next day
the girl continues her search for
work and secures a position as
stenographer. She goes 10 the shop
to see her mother and finds Mrs
Rogers has been taken III suddenly.
The doctor says heat and exhaus-
ton are the cause.
After q days rest Mrs. Rogers
returns TO her duties. but three
days later she pays a call TO the
doctors office and Is told her con-
dition is serious. The physician
insists she must give up work.
That night Mrs. Rogers writes a
letter to JOHN Mitchell.
Now Go On With The Story
CHAPTER vi
II was Wednesday night that
Margaret Rogers wrote the letter
TWO days later a man. m~iddle-aged
well dressed and obviously pros
porous, paced up and down a room
In the Belvedere Hotel. Once he
stopped, snapped his fingers i'm
patiently and then strobe on again.
He paused before the telephone.
This is Mitchell in room TIC.
he said sharply. Have there been
any calls for me2"
mo, Mr.. Mitchell"
You're sure. are you?"
The feminine voice assured him
she was quite sure. Why shouldn't
she be? II was the third time in
half an hour that the guest In
room TIC had put the same inquiry
John Mitchell replaced the tele-
phone. Ten he glanced at a wrist
watch, seated himself In a large
overstuffed chair and began drum
ming his fingers on the chair arm.
According to the watch there
were still 10 minutes 10 wait.
Nonsense to be so unset Over
this interview. he told himself
once more. Relax That was what
he needed TO do-tust relax
The plan didn't seem % work.
Three minutes later he was again
pacing the floor.
John Mitchell was a large man
AL. with a figure that vas well
filled out but not stout. He looked
Ire a golfer who also enjoyed his
-ais. His hair had been dark once
nearly black. Now there was
l~re than a sprinkling OF gray In
y though from his face n would
lave placed the mans age al about
50. As a matter OF fact. John Nit
chell knew how to drive a bargain
Indeed. he knew how to turn the
vote In a directors meeting. The
color In his cheeks Indicated an
excellent digestion and the ma
looked In splendid health. His tai
loring he wore a suit or dart
vray) was the sort to be expected
n a man Of taste who ordered the
best casually and thought no more
OF IL.
Stuffed away In a pocket on that
suit was the letter Margaret ROC
ers had written. It was a brief note
II read:
Dear John: I can not give you
IN answer Immediately. There are
30 many things 10 be considered.
Perhaps II you could come here
so that we can talk matters over
and come to a clear understanding
II could be settled more easily. v
want to do what Is right. That Is
all that I can say now. Very
sincerely. Margaret"
Mitchell had sent two kilograms
On receipt Of that letter. He was
waiting now for Margaret Rogers
arrival.
The telephone buzzed insistent-
".
"Hello-yesl" the man answered.
Then his voice changed entirely.