The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1934-03-26
SYNOPSIS

o. NOL SA0
PABLFrO, = handsome ~
yeaR-oId youth, works at the
palatial Florida home OF million
aire jim FIELD.
The son Of o titled Englishman
and . servant girl, Pablito knows
nothing of his parents. When 8
years old he ran away from
ANGELA, the heartlcss old crone
in whose care he was left. Since
then he has lived with NORRIS
MOVES, a mysterious individual
who has seen better days.
Fields estranged wife and
their daughter, ESTELLE, arrive
nc the Florida home. PablitO
sees EstelIe and almost at once
falls i'm love with her.
TED JEFERIES, q guest at
the Field home, stops his boat at
the island where PablitO and
NOyes live and recognizes NOyes.
Later he tells his wife NOyes is
wanted by police for a murder
years before and that he Is going
30 report him.
Pablito tells Noyes to hide in
the swamp and promises to meet
him there that night.
CHAPTER VII
The swamp was a place of low
growing trees from which hung
Florida moss - the gray, ghostly
growth that brings the eeriness Of
a moonless, wind haunted night in
to the brightest of moons. Some
times there were fugitives there
and always there were snakes.
Noyes shivered, pushing in
among the trees with a blunt Prov
ed canoe. He feared the place, but
tonight a stronger fear made it a
sanctuary.
No one could track him here.
He knew the swamp as few knew it
and a canoe left no scent for dogs.
Perhaps even now at Bantum's
they were watching for him. He
remembered, with cold clutch at
his heart, having snubbed Jeffries
for telling at a club they both fire.
quented, not to pleasant story Of
! a woman they both knew. He won
dered Jeffries remembered.
even If he does 1 don't regret
it." Noyes said to himself.
Presently he discovered that
deep in the swamp some one had
lit q fire. A faint glow from it
came through the dense under
brush and the curtains of seeming
lly dead, yet ever-growing moss.
Noyes would see who had lit the
fire after he had tied and hidden
his canoe. 1t would be just as well
l to know who else was here and 1t
would also help to put in the time.
Pablito was always thorough and
that meant he would be slow.
Noyes' nerves were at such a state
that inaction was torture.
! He had made his way very eau
! tiously within SO feet of the fire,
hidden by the thick brush, when
he halted. From where he stood,
when the moving air stirred the
dropping leaves, he could see a girl
who was pretty in the fashion of
pictures on calendars. Her pert
face was round and her features
were regular. Her dark, abundant
hair was curled too thickly; there
was mascara matted on her cheeks.
She sat on a log with her short
thick hands cIasped around her
knees and because of this Noyes
knew she was stranger. An in
innate acquaintance with swamps
does not invite one to sit upon
logs.
/ A man, short and stocky and also
dark, stepped into the clearing
from a spot that was opposite
Noyes.
where you been?" the girl
asked petulantly.
II thought I heard sumpin."
] 81 wish to God we could gel
6uta here"
"Look here, girl, we'll be NOV
ing tomorrow night. How often
told you that anyway? I amt SO
sstuck on the place myself but dc
you hear men bawling about it?"
| "No, but we can't all be like
lyou, darling"
\ "Shut up
/ For a moment they were quiet;
the man standing and looking
down at the small fire, the girls
eyes, too, held by it. She broke
the silence. 81 don't like then
Spanish rigs anyways" she said.
| SAY, what's the matter with
your" the man asked roughly
Haven't told you about 40 o
Fields gang has picked on 'em?"
'"That don't make me like ZEN
no better"
"It makes it SAFE"
1T don't like it."
my God, Lottie! Don't get ont
fOf your nervous streaks," the mar
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