The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-04-18
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 RABE1TO, . handsome youth, becomes Q fugitive when. due to ClEeuuzEtnnces beyond his control
 hD NceB Key West fo Havana
 with BEAU and EOTTEE, two
 Beau has killed a man and stolen c famous string of pearls at the Florida home of wealthy JIM FIELD. Pabiifo does not kn0w this or that he himself IS accused of the crime. Pablito loves Fields daughter, ES- MARCIA TREADWAY knows PablifO is innocent but fears scandal if she tells this.
 In Havana PabIifO tries to find NORRIS NOYES who befriend- cd him as e child but his efforts fall.
 Beau, impressed by Pablito's natural ability as a boxer, ar- ranges several profitable matches for him. They also open Q gym nazium. Loftie is unhappy bee cause Pabllto does not return the affection she feIs for him.
 CHAPTER XxvII
 There was accusation in Beau's eyes. You done that!" he stormed at Lottie after Pablito had pound- ed down the concrete stairway and slammed the grilled iron gate be- low.
 Mind your own business and shut up. will you?" Lottie snapped back.
 He's paid you more than he xrAv ~A hA E1@ Beau told her. He's no sucker. What makes you pick on him so ?"
 Lottfe began to eniff, a preface to the tears that came suddenly and fast. She loved Pablito, she conf1ded, and he didn't "pay no attention to her." She always had loved him. And ever since she'd known Pablito she'd gone straight.
 Beau grinned at this and his eyes grew sly and knowing.
 Well = pretty near" Lottie amended with a glare. There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for Pablito. Nothing!"
 "Then why don't you give your tongue a rest?" Beau asked.
 Lottie swore at that with the picturesque freedom she had in- dulged before she met Pablito.
 That young man was. at that moment walking rapidly down the street, his eyes narrowed and fixed unseeingly on the way ahead. What he really wante dwas drink but he had match next week at the Miraflores Club. He didn't dare risk forgetting his troubles in alcohol.
 When the houses began to el- bow one another he boarded a tram car that stopped obligingly in the center of a block, then re- newed it's camel-like progress at an unhurried pace alternated, when the motorman felt that way, by sudden and almost maddening spurts of speed.
 Already, although it was still early, Havana was waking. Ser wants were strewing dampened sawdust upon the tiled floors of porticos. Vendors pushed bar rows led donkeys or carried their goods while they called out wares of evefy sort. A larg colored a pair of shoes and sonora on order to a seller of tickets for the lottery. He plucked one for her from his breast where they were pinned.
 There was an amazing amount of a very vibrant sort of life in Havana, Pablito realized. He realized, too, that he did not feel part of it.
 In the pulsing heart of the city he stepped from the car to wan der through India Park and on toward Obispo some distance away. He had seen in a shop there a German caricature that he wanted. It was called At the Baths' and it showed a group of old men with fat, sagging pouches of stomachs, hairy legs, scrawny or very short thick necks, and concave chests, chatting while wrapped in bath towels. He planned to hang this picture in the gymnasium. Pablito wondered whether he was getting a rotten disposition or whether, by now, he had one.
 He walked slowly on the mar row sidewalk, resenting the rough shouldering of warm and weary tourists. Walking so, stepping from the curb to let women pass and dodging back to evade the onslaught of a lurching, wildly driven motor, his eyes suddenly lost their heaviness. He looked once, breathed hard and looked again. The nhe stepped into a doorway.
 Estelle Field had halted before q shop window in which there was a display of ans. It had occurred to her that she might buy one for Miss Treadway who was coming to visit them. There was black fan in the window that was span- Rled with silver in a Chantilly de- sign-a lovely fan. Estelle turned into the shop.
 An almost overpowering emo- lion swept the broad-shouldered young man who had stepped into