The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-04-19
SYNOPSIS

SYNOPSIS
 RADLETO, . handsome youth, becoznes c fugitive when, due t0 CIScumstaDccs beyond his con- lHol, he fees from Key West 10 Havana with BEAU and LOT- TIE, two thieves.
 Beau has killed . man and stolen . famous string of pearls at the Florida home of wealthy yM FIELD. Pablito does not know this or that he himself is accused of the crime. PabIito loves Fields daughter, Es- MARCIA TREADWAY knows Enblit0 ig innocent but fears candnl If ,s she tells this.
 In Havana Pablito tries to find NORRIS NOYES who befriended him as Q child but his efforts
 Beau, impressed by Pablito's natural ability as . boxer, ar- ranges several profitable matches for him. They also open a gym
 SIR AUBREY, titled English man and Pablito's father, begins . search for his son that proves fruitIess.
 Three years pass and then, on etreetin Havana, PabiitO sees Estelle Field again.
 CHAPTER xxVIII
 Pablito said suddenly, You would never believe how often I've thought about our talking to- gether that night. I've never for gotten about 1t. never will"
 "Oh--" Estelle murmured softly, warmly. It was odd, she thought, that he seemed to have no idea how much she really liked him. She had dreamed of meeting him again some day. There had never been anyone else whom she liked % much.
 DO you think I should go back and tell them I didn't kill Jef- fries" Pablito asked.
 '.No!" she said, instantly aghast. "Oh, mol"
 .I'd be willing to do 1t if you said to-"
 ''No!" she repeated. She added, sTm afraid you wouldn't even have q chance"
 Perhaps not" he agreed heavi- ly. He and Beau were suitable com rades. Beau who had promised to ''protect' him!
 My life is in your hands," he said, looking down at those un- gloved, slender white hands. He meant that he would do anything she wanted him to but Estelle mis- understood.
 "You are perfectly safe," she A h ArI tell anyone of having met you, Pablito, Never!'
 She glanced up at him then and for a long moment they looked into one another's eyes.
 "I'd die for you or live for you," he said abruptly. You can remem- Der that--not, suppose, that it will mean much. But would do either"
 He still cared, she realized, her heart quickeping.
 If I could only see you once in a While," he said next, "it would mean everything to mel"
 T don't see why not" she fal- tered, again looking up at him. I'm lonely" she added, flor the sort of people I can't-seem to lind. My mother is gone now"
 I'm sorry" he murmured. She made no answer, but quickly went on. ''That night of the party I did enjoy talking to you. I though we had great deal in common"
 "T1l never forget that night"
 Estelle went on, 'I used to watch you running the boat and wish could know you better. I was sure we could be friends"
 He wanted to drop to his knees before her. He said, with an eager ness that made the words come fast and left him brealthless, 'When can see you again? Where-?"
 A few drops of rain had fallen and she arose, drawing her wrap around her.
 T hope you haven't taken cold? ?" Pablito asked anxiously.
 "Oh, mol" She laughed at the thought. Then she held out one hand and he took it. Shall we meet here Thursday-at two?" she questioned.
 If you will"
 You mustn't go to the car with me-" she warned. "It wouldn't be safe. Goodbye, Pablito. Thursday at two!"
 He watched her disappear, then sat down again on the bench. He saw that she had dropped her Handkerchief and picked it up reverently. With the utmost ten- derness he held it between his palms, then suddenly pressed it tight.
 Pablito thought, What can come of this except more misery" Nevertheless seeing her was heaven and Thursday-two days ahead-he was to see her again.
 
 Marcia Treadway found Estelle to be "an odd little piece" with an occasional flash of sadness in her eyes that contrasted unpleasantly with her obvlous youth. "Still soft" Marcia thought and added ener- getically, Well, she'll have to get over that!"
 Her own mission Marcia saw clearly.
 Well, hows everything?" she questioned brisk1y after Estclle had taken her to her rooms. Mar cia perched on the edge of chaise tongue beside an open French window from which one could step to a narrow bacony, guarded by twisted, wrought iron grill.
 "Oh. very well, Miss Treadway."
 ''Why don't you call me Marcia, lamb? I'd rather you did. Other wise you'll make me feel terribly ancient. When anyone calls me Miss Marcia I simply want to kill them"
 Estelle laughed. Miss Treadway talked as she always had-so quickly that the listener had a definite impression of scintillating brightness. If the words had been anlyzed little real brightness would have been found, but then few of Marcia's world had time or fFLAPPER FANNY, SAYS: VI W o~4 | | a