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

OF her. And you say everything Is
all right. BAIL"
Mitchell turned away. Evelyn
Parsons started and for an instant
her eyes flashed with unalloyed
malice. Then she began to weep.
The nan apologized. He begged
her 10 help him find Celia.
But I've been trying to!" Evelyn
sobbed. I've been trying TO do
everything I can ard 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 $685."
Look she cried, waving the
note toward Mitchell. Its the
telephone numberl"
BY nov it was nearly r 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 Shields2 Barney Shields?"
The Young mans voice came back
over the wire. Eat the phone. Who's
calling?"
Mitchell Strengthened. "You are
Barney Shields7' he asked again.
This is Shields"
There vas an electric instant
and then Mitchell continued: I'm
sorry to disturb you. Mr.. Shields.
This IS John Mitchell-Celia Mitch
ellis father. You remember We met
the other day7"
"Oh--how do you do"
Something important has hap
pened.r Mitchell went on. ITS
something Id like TO talk to you
about. Can I see you II I come
where you are at once2'
why. yes. Certainly"
Then I'll be there Immediately
Mitchell asked the address, and put
down the telephone.
Where are you goinz?" Evelyn
Parsons demanded. The mans
answer was lost over his shoulder
as he hurried from the room. Eve
lyn followed in time TO see Mitchell
lam on his hat and Dull oDen the
outer door. With a deep sigh she
turned and went to her bedroom.
There was little traffic and IN 20
minutes John Mitchell's a stoned
before the building where Shields
made his home. Mitchell hurried
I'D the steps and was addressing a
young man at a desk in the lobby
when someone touched his arm.
He swung around TO confront Bar
nev Shields.
Were YOU asking for me. Mr.
MITCHELL"
yes. How do you do. Shields.
The older man paused for an in
slant. II want to have a talk WITT
you. Is there somewhere we cal
go?"
Except for the youth behind th'
counter the club lobby was desert
ed. Barney led the way into .
writing rom. likewise u~noccupied.
mo one will disturb us here. Yol
said something has happened? i
isn't Celia
Curiosity wa written plainly or
the Young mans face. He a see
Mitchell only once in his life. TO o
awakened at one O'Clock IN IN
morning and summoned for an IN
terview was distinctly disouieting.
Shields. where Is my daughter?
"Why. what do YOU man?'
"Just VIVA. I said. Where is Celia
You were seen with her leaving Tn
apartment at four o'clock thl
afternoon. What have you done Wit
her? Where is she now? YounI
man. You'll pay"
Shields expression changed from
blank wonder to indignation.
"You don't know what you're Sd,
ingl" he exclaimed. you're crazy
I didn't see Celia today! You don
mean-you can't mean she's-gone!
For answer Mitchell thrust on
Celia's note. At the same time III
continued threatening the youth
Barney read the brief note-ir
Calia's writing andeniably -anc
his bewilderment faded.
But whera could she go7' III
cried. "Celia's Just a kid. Good Lore
you've got to find her. What ar,