The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-31
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 PABLiTO q handsome E. yenr-OId youth. works at tlic pal- atiai Florida home of Millionaire JfM FIELD. When tieId's daughter. ESTIcLLE. arrives he falls in love witlI hcr almost nt sigist.
 f'abIIto knows notlIIug Of hls parents - titled EngiIsI,maD nnd n servant giti. As a child l,c ran away from ANGELA. the cruel old wOman in whose care hc wns left. Since then he has lived with NORRIS MOVES, wanted by police for murder years before.
 TED JEFFRll1S, guest ct tlic Field home who knows NOycs' past. secs him. PablitO gives Moves money Co escape tO Cuba. T'Ile next night, dressed as a torcador, PablItO goes to a
 masquerade at ilic Field home. EstclIc recognizes him and there is n tender love scene between them.
 As iablito leaves hc sees iian inistreating child and strikes him. The man falls un- conscious and Pablit0 thinks hc has killed him. A innn and girl-- thieves who have attended the party tO rob guests--appcar. The next thing PablitO knows ne Is fn < motor boat with these two. The man has q gun and directs PabIito to head the boat for Cuba.
 CHAPTER XII
 Pabiito watched the compass.--. clear In the strong white moonlight --and kept the boat headed for Cuba. The girl huddled low -on a side seat, watching Pablito narrow ly. steadily. The man called Beau slept fitfully, now and again walk ing to mutter that any funny tricks" would mean one less bul- let in the chamber of his repeater.
 "Aw. shut up, Beau" the girl advised after he had said this four times. Ain't your" she ended softly. Pablito nodded. Again the man slept and the girl edged to- ward Pablito, sitting closer to him. The wind was keen and strong from the north and he saw that she was shivering.
 They're havin' storm up north, guess" she hazarded.
 He could not bring himself to speak, remembering what he had done.
 "Feelip sick. denric?" the girl questioned gently. Pablito turned 10 her miserably and on his face she read the answer.
 "T'hc first murders always the hardcst,' she said. PablIto cov- t.i, i..., I.,
 ''Dearie," she said warmly, "it wasn't like you did 1t for yourself. Things ant ever 50 bad if you do secin' that kid bein beat that got you. Poor little kid. Gawd. my mother, she used to beat mo! l hope she's in hell"
 Pablito dropped his hands. star ing ahead. He said nothing.
 ."Gawd, It's cold" the girl nut tered next. After moment she crcpt closer and crouchcd on the boat bottom against his knees.
 ''Do you mind this hcre?" she aslsed scarcely above Il whisper.
 "Eo," he answered. Nothing could matter ever again, he felt. For how could he go back to I1s- tclle now? He never could. That was done--over. He felt the girl pressing closer and knew. staring down Tt her stupidly through the haze that gripped him. that she muzt be suffering from the cold. She was dressed lightly.
 He tried to slip from his velvet jacket but she stopped him. "Watcha doin?" she asked rough ly.
 'T want you to put 1t on. You must be cold" he told her.
 Shc looked Ut him wonderingly for Il moment. Then she smiled, not quite steadily. Keep your shirt on, brother" she ordered [, adding. My God, that was white of you. ain't used to it. Honest 1 ain't."
 She patted his hand and he looked at her duly. After Il time she slept. crouched against his knees.
 Pablito had no wish for sleep and no though of it. He managed the boat and watched his compass half unconacIoualy ns memories Of the night, early and late, came back 10 him. Always in tue back ground WAS Il vision of mans figure lying across the sandy road and Pablito himself looking down ht lt.
 Once he felt for the little gold heart tied In the handkerchief he