Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-09-29
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sively. Did you say shes really
rich?"
~Celia's father is a rich man"
Mrs. Rogers agreed. L 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 TO
grow used to the idea OF having
these relatives she's never heard
of before. I'm glad you told me
how you feel about my daughter
Barney. well, you know I like
o very much. Of course I hadn't
dreamed you had such serious
thoughts. AS you say, Celiais q
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 you!"
Barney smiled sardonically.
IF she goes off to meet a lot OF
rich folks ! guess she'll put me out
Of her mind ell right
But my dear young man
Shields interrupted. i know.
Mrs. Rogers. I shouldn't have said
that. Only you see this things q
shock for me, too. Id better be
going. I suppose you have lots OF
things 10 do. Packing and every
thing. Tell Celia. Will you. that
Ill stop In tomorrow evening-that
Is, II she can see me-"
"Ill 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 q
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 as her
mother had told hcr.
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.
Celia helped herself 70 a muffin.
"How's the roastf TENDER"
Mitchell asked.
"Oh, yes. It's very nice"
That's good. Mine isn't!" Nit
cnell grounded. Might have
known it would be tough. Can't
understand what's happening to all
the hotel cooks. All over the coun-
try they get worse every year,"
But I think the food is deli
c!ous."
Glad YOU can eat it,"
They had finished their fruit and
we're in the midst of the meat
course. Celia was beginning TO feel
a little less embarrassed. Mitchell
seemed really the one for whom
tire dinner was an ordeal. He spoke
in short sentences and remained
sti.fly formal. but II the girl had
been skillful enough she could have
seen that formality va a mask for
d~iffidence.
"You-h'm-think you'll be ready
to leave Saturday."
Yes. Mother said I was TO go
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 SOP 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
locked across the room. His reply,
II he made one. vas 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 tc
John Mitchell. II frightened her
and then after a moment the fright
turned 70 slow anger. She could
not vet think OF Mitchell as her
father. He was an i~nterloper with
whom. for her mothers sake. she
must be patient.
When the waiter had cleared
away the dishes Mitchell reached