New Britain herald., 1928-09-22
NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD SATURDAY SEPTEMBER P lsea

awfully nice. He took me out to tho cemetery th:s morning. to see the bone pile"
 What . romantic morning!" Sybil giggled.
 ''Oh, but you don't know. It was quite thrilling. You sec they dig up the graves every once in . while. when the survivors Of the dead get behind on the rent. It's dreadfully gruesome. You don't buy grave lots in Havana like ws do at home. You rent them. Then if you don't pay the rent. the dead tenants are dispassessed." Richard laughed teasinsly. .'Asl< your genial friend if he knows any more nice little t1ips." he sug- gested. Perhaps he'll take you to the slaughter house when you get back to Boston, Mab." "Oh. shut up!" she ordered. and continued excitedly. We saw something else awfully interesting. too. There's an orphan asylum that was founded hundreds of years ago. On one side of the building there is a little sheltered alcove where a big basket swings.
 People who have babies they do not want slip into the alcovc at night time. in the dark. and put their babies in the basket. Then they pull q rope. and the basket goes up on pulley where Sister of Charity sits and waits. No one ever knows who the baby is, nor where it came from.
 'Once Mir. Moore drove paA: :. the asylum very early in tine morning. and he saw 8 girl with bundle running down the street. She ran into the alcove, and he saw her undo the bundle. It was | little baby. of course. She kissed it, and kissed 1t, and he said she was crying like everything. Then d,e put it in the basket, and pulled the rope. :
 'Mr. Moore asked policeman about it afterward. He wondered if a girl could get her baby back, if she wanted to. But the policeman said no. It seems that every mark of identification is destroyed. as soon as the Sister takes the baby. And women who leave their chill dren are never permitted to enter the building"
 'sseI suoI sIq paplo1un pIeuoIH and stretching lazily, interrupted irrelevantly.
 Come on, you two, and have little cocktail. The first today"
 And so the days passed - until sybil had been away two weeks.
 Mrs. Thorne. at the dinner table at home. was reading a letter the days mail had brought. Five times she had perused it in soli- tude. But now Tad was home. and hse must read it aloud. Valerie was there. too.
 Cracking the sheets with antici- patory pleasure. she began, holding the paper close to her faded eyes. and glancing occasionally at the son of her heart:
 Havana is wonderful! Pictur- esque, hot. buggy, smelly. expen- sive. The women are beautiful. And the men all leer.
 Yesterday We went on . pic ric, out in the country, where the children don't wear any clothes Today We had tea at . wonderful place where coffee is a dollar a cup We've won money at Jai Alai, and lost it at roulette. I've bought linens and perfumes for everyone, and shawl and comb and ear- rings for Val.'
 My goodness, Valerie!" Mrs Thorne beamed at her daughter-in- law. "sybil's bringing you home all kinds of things"
 Well, Tad paid for them. didn't he?"
 Mrs. Thorne looked worried. "1ts strange" she said. Craig hasn't had line - just . cable. saying she would write later"
 Well, if there's | man in sight you know sib has grabbed him." put in Valerie.
 Hay off Sib. will you Val!'
 What are you so touchy about, Tad Thorne? guess if sybil wanted to say mean things about me, you'd never open your mouth. Always sticking up for her. and picking on me-
 Valerie searched flor her hand- kerchief.
 You're just horrid to me. Tad