The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-29
SYNOPSIS

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 PABLTTO, . handsome i5- ygor-oId youth, works at the palafinI home Of millionaire Jim FIELD. When Fields daughter, ESTELLE, arrives he falls in love with her almost at sight.
 EabEifo knows nothing Of his parents a titled Englishman and q servant girl. As child he ran away from ANGELA, the henrfless old cronc i'm whose care he was left. Since then he has
 lived with NORRIS MOVES, wanted by police for a murder years before.
 TED JEFFRlES, a guest at the Field home, sees Moves and recognizes him. Moves fees to the swamp where he oyerhcars Q man and girl planning to rob tho Field home during a mas querade party the following. evening. PabIitO gives Moves money to go to Havana and promises to meet him there later.
 PabIitO, disguised as a tOrca- dor, goes to the masquerade in order to talk to Estelic.
 CHAPTER x
 Pablito found Estelle a little withdrawn from the crowd. No one seemed to notice the slender child swathed in green tulle. She was royalty exiled by a mask and she wavered, a fedgling. while sure- footed seduction moved easily and surely; jewels twinkled on low barred breasts, invitations in lan- quid-lidded eyes.
 There was q pathetically uncer- tain smile about her still plastic lips and there was a little ache in her stiffening cheeks which had grown of forcing the smile.
 May I sit with you?" Pablito asked. It was what he had planned to say but he had not planned that his voice should shake as it did.
 eff you care to-" she answered and he dropped to the rug beside her. She smiled naturally now and suddenly she flushed. She had rec ognized Pablito because of the blueness of his eyes. She thought, her heart warming, that in all her dreams of the party she had not dared hope this dream could come true!
 SH0 WdHIeu Sdyy I III oV oihN you camem but stifed the impulse. Perhaps he might not want her 10 appear to recognize him, Knowing that he must have come unbidden and by a circuitous route.
 Its lovely night for the party, isn't it?" she asked.
 II suppose so. but if 1t were pouring I wouIdn'1 know it-now.'
 etr- lx;x y,1y, and he said such pleasant things.
 I've thought of this and thought of it." he confessed, his voice intense.
 Have you really?"
 Last night l couldn't sleep for thinking about it," she heard next. It was q curious feeling that she was experiencing. She was happy and yet she wanted to weep little in April fashion and to lay her hand on his. She wondered wheth- CT that was I dreadful wish and knew she could not help it even if it were. She did want to lay her hand on his.
 "you don't need those pipes" he said next. Anywhere you are there is music"
 
 He shook his head quickly. ve- hcmently, without answer. Then, drawing a deep breath, he looked down at the small pipes which she held. Something that grew of her new emotions made her speak quickly. "I-I like your dagger she said.
 He drew it from the wide red sash as he answered, "Its real so don't touch the blade"
 She took 1t from him and turned it over.
 "It's quiet at the lower end of the beach," Pablito went on, and we could see tke stars there. I like them better than torches.'
 "Oh.-so do I!'
 She rose and he was by her in an instant, towering above her and looking down at her. She gave him the dagger. He slipped it under the broad sash which revealed the hard slenderncss that had been made by muscle testing work out of doors. Then, almost in silence they made their way to the de. serted beach where torches did not mute the stars
 Now and gain he touched her arm to help her over a bit of drift wood or a ridge of wind-blown sand. He felt himself trembling as he touched her and knew how he loved her. And he knew too that he loved her 50 much tat 0 would always think of her needs before he thought of his own, no matter how urgent his own, and that this was the way of true loving.
 They settled on bench shel' tered by the twisting, tree-like sea grape vine and, looking at tho stars, Pablito found himself telling her of the Malayan legend which - .. ... ~