Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-09-29
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sively. Did you say she's really
rich?"
"Celia's father Il q rich man."
Mrs. Rogers agreed. i believe he
means to do a great deal for her.
It's not all decided yet. There have
been so many things"
Going to live in New York, you
said?"
Margaret nodded her head Yes,
for a time. You see, she'll have 10
grow used to the idea Of having
these relatives she's Eve heard
OF before. I'm glad you told me
how you feel about my daughter,
Barney. well, you know i like
you very much. OF Nurse I hadn't
dreamed you had such serious
thoughts. AS you say, Celia's a
child. I think it's best for both
Of you to put marriage out Of your
minds for some time. You have so
many years ahead Of youi"
Barney smiled sardonically.
IF she goes off TO meet a lot OF
rich folks / guess she'll put me out
Of her mind all right"
But nv dear young man"
Shields interrupted. Il know,
Mrs. Rogers I shouldn't have said
that. Only you see this things a
shock for me, too. I'd better be
going. I suppose you have lots Of
things TO do. Packing and every
thing. Tell Celia, will you. that
Ill stop in tomorrow evening-that
Is, II she can see me"
"IIl tell her" Mrs. Rogers agreed.
She'll want to see you. I'm sure.
Good night, Barney"
Good night"
The sound Of the young mans
footsteps on the stairs died away
and still Margaret Rogers sat where
she was, struggling with her
thoughts.
Celia had never seen such a
room. She was sitting across from
john Mitchell at "a table for two
in the great green and gold hotel
dining room and she was trying
very hard not to seem self-con-
scious.
She wore the rose dress which
was her best" and kept her small
black hat on her head just az her
mother had told her.
All OF the other diners appeared
elegant TO Celia. She wondered
how they could seem SO casual in
such expensive surroundings.
A slocitiouS dark-skinned waiter
offered her a silver tray Of rolls.
I'll I~f--E A~-~~TW - --F@~
"How's the roast? Tender?"
Mitchell asked.
"Oh. yes. It's very nice"
That's good. Mine isn'tl" Nit
cheil grounded. Might have
known it would be tough. Cant
understand what's happening TO all
the hotel cooks. All over the coun-
try they get worse every year,"
But ! think the food Is deli
clous.''
Glad you al eat it,"
They had finished their fruit and
were in the midst Of the meat
course. Celia was beginning to feel
a little less embarrassed. Mitchell
seemed really the one for whom
the dinner was an ordeal. He spoke
In short sentences and remained
stisfly formal. but If the girl had
been Skillful enough she could have
seen that formality was a mask for
%diffidence.
"You-hm-think you'll be ready
to leave Saturday."
Yes. Mother said I was to 60
then"
Perhaps her placidity was dis
concerning after the night before.
Silence came between Them until
Mitchell said brusquely:
You look like your mother"
do you think SO? Lots of people
tell me that. I'm glad too. Don't
you think mothers eyes are beau
tiful? Mine are the same color but
they aren't as big"
Immediately she knew she
shouldn't have said that. Mitchell
looked across the room. His reply,
II he made one, was inaudible.
Celia bit her lip. She could not
understand why but she knew from
that moment that she must never
make remarks about her mother &c
John Mitchell. 1t frightened her
and then after a moment the fright
turned 10 slow anger. She could
not yet think OF Mitchell as her
father. He was an ~interioper with
whom, for her mothers sake. she
must be patient.
When the waiter had cleared
away the dishes Mitchell reached