The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-03-01
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to you this hardness of beating"
she half shrieked triumphantly.
And in saying this she was just.
When the night was black and
real and Pablito found he could
manage to move he crawled from
his corner of the shack. Outside,
sick and dizzy from pain, he had
to pause. He was going: he
would not come back. He lurch-
ed, swayed onward. After a bit
he found a path he knew and
after a few feet of travel on this
he sank, unconscious, to the
hard-beaten ground.
As Pabiito sank to the ground
a gentleman who knew himself
to be Norris Noyes sat by a
sticky table staring into an en-
pty glass. Around him was an
unpleasant din; above him rooms
where sailors and dock-hands hur-
ried eagerly.
Jake. the proprietor of the
dubious place. said, Anything
more, Mr.. Smith,"
Noyes answered in a voice that
told of good birth and schooling,
Thank you, l believe notp
Then he rose. He had thought
that through drink he could dim
his ache for a world he had
known. He wanted a deep chair
in a good club: the right to walk
fearlessly where he would stop
windows; theatres; warmth; good
food. But he had only-his shack
and the loneliness there.
"Come again. Mr.. Smith," said
Jake.
81 probably SHALL" said Noyes
bitterly.
His shack was far from Key
West and on a remote stretch
ing finger of an island. He hur-
ried toward it, for the night was
cold and of the ink-dark quality
that is made by storm in the
tropics. "Not too pleasant to be
out" he thought and stumbled
over something soft. After sew
eral futile attempts he held a
lighted match between cupped
palms and, looking down, said,
"My Godw
Pablito. again aware of life,
shook from fear. Had not An
gela often said, "Ah. had i a
mans strength how l would make
you suffer- and here was
man. N'-
The man lifted the child and,
carrying him, walked long way
over a train track and down an
embankment. Then he laid Pab-
Ito in a boat and after stepping
into it pushed it off. Pablito
tried to get out but the man
caught him and held him closely
He made soft sounds and Pan
Ito found in his heart the sefisa-
ton he had had from holding the
bird with the broken wind. Then
the man went back to his place
and began rowing, Despite fear
Pablito crept close to him, clutch
ing fold of his coat. "Senor
Dios?" Pablito whispered. CMy
God?") He heard. "No hijo MIC,
unholnbrecito solow ("No, my
son. only a contemplate man. =
After quite a little trip the
man beached the boat, lifted Pab-
Ito again and carried him into a
shack where. for little time,
with a lantern let, he sat by Pab-
Ito on a couch. Pablito kept
patting his arm. He didn't know
why, nor why the man had sea
water in his eyes when he said,
''We'll stick together"'
Moves rose; the child must be
fed and cared for. Pablito. look
ing aroond, saw a shiny thing on
a shelf ticking. Pabiito asked
what it was in his low-class, but
ready Spanish, and in faltering
Spanish Noyes answered. THE
driver of civilized slaves, a clock.
One eats, works, loves, sleeps at
it's bidding and the clock hands
and my inclinations have never
agreed~
The books Pablito was to learn
by heart he saw as boxes; there
were chairs, bed, table and
q stove that Pablito recognized
by the fire in it. There were
pictures. too. One of a woman
and a child made him murmur,
LA Madre Santissima de Chris
TOP Noyes said YEARLY, "No,
no! 1t is my wife and my child
Norris Noyes, having assembl-
ed food, carried Pablito to a
chair by the table. The boy
gulped down the food, stuffing
it into his mouth with grimy
fingers.
The man was again making
queer noises but now Pablito
didn't mind. Moves had said in
English. "Unless you mend your
ways you won't make a good club
at Princetonw Then he laughed,
not quite steadily, for laughter
was almost forgotten by him and
it hurt a bit to recover it.
Pablito picked up a fork.
what means this?" he asked.