The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-19
K A T H A R \ N F.
H A VII A N ID
CHAPTER I

IT all began 30 years ago when young Engishman maid. Mary Marriage in the upper hall of an old place that is well known in England It spring day and perhaps that had something to do with it. and she had
 fine pretness that he to learn not echoed in her mind or speech
 He kissed her and, because young, he confused passion and love- it done often He kissed her again. M love you," he said land don't care who knows itv'
 Then he looked up at the old portraits the walls of the spacious hall and something of tradition and set habit that they implied made him suggest meeting that night beyond the grounds. Mary, poor chd willing He the gentry and she of the servant class One said Yes and hank you to ones beers She stood pluckng the edge of apron henthrough the gift of kisses Host to love. ;.
 month later the village and the celebrated the young mans twentyfrst birthday With that done he an nounced his intention of seeng the world bit and started for Italy where he had sent Mary.
 In Italy they both learned the length of the stretches between passion which, while induged oblterates differ And utey they srove to hold that which had been theirs, through imagination; he with forced hollow echoes of his old want for her and she with ptiaby little attempts at Conversation
 When she told him about the baby" he grew up. Some thing that good for him happened to him when he her sitting before him, sagged and humble and utterly at his mercy He covered young eyes then to shut but he still her and heard her saying without words to him, "And what will you be doing with me-now?
 He knew by that time that he couldn't marry her. She. had expected that and her lack of expecting added to the burden he had assqmedso easy The title that would be his day and her memories of her life work had made her the his servant and him the greater cad.
 II for you and-the chld'
 She whispered a shaken Thank you' and began cry from relief she knew from night after night of lying awake thinking of it. that her place with the decent folk of home gone. She couldn't go back to them now. They wouldn't have her. THE young to keep that promise but the
 certaintes that life made him break it. They both returned to England but to different sections of the land and by different trains.
 "You see Mary, it's quite changed Pm sorry but but now it hurts me to see you.
 "Yes sir! know sir" It hurt her, too, to see him
 And the spring again and summer followed he found himself be increasingly uncomfortable. England is large It would be peter to have Mary in another country He thought of the States, big and far away
 Mary sailed for New York in December and day when the rough and the sky bleak with gray she died giving birth to
 The passengers shocked and sobered but of them felt the tragedy fully did Conception and Been Vilaverde two young Cuban girls traveng under the chaperoneage of poor relation
 "The small boy baby will be returned to his father?" Conception questioned the while she wiped brown eyes that filled easily with tears.
 The aunt lifted her fat shoulders. "Dos mic! And how ?? she questioned in turn The lady registered only from England and England while small be large when a child of this nature seeks it's remaining parent.
 Marys status had been clear almost from the start of the voyage She had been shamed to the shining heart of her and it showed.
 "What then will become of it, the baby? asked Belen with unusual energy for daughter of the tropics She had