The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-07


 And we will hope that in this paradise there will be no snake"
 Later Pablito. driving a shining new roadster, turned toward the Belen church, He parked the. car and after he had wandered through the colonnade and past the small inner count that was beautiful with flowers and trees he stood for some time in doorway the sunlight back of him and the dim, lovely old church before him.
 He saw women kneeling before various side altars and craved the temperament that finds peace through the chanting of prayers, Lottie had said sho wanted to be married In this church, so here they would be married--he and Lottie.
 The day was not overly warm for one accustomed to Cuba but he found n little dew cf precipitation on his forehead and that his upper lip and palms were damp. He was intentionally aware that memories of Estelle were torment ing him more than usual He could not seem to keep the vision of her away.
 Would you like to see the church. Senor?" n black -robed boy asekd in rather suited English.
 "No. gracias. Soy Cubano' tNo. thank you. am Cuban).
 "Ah. Senor. No one would dream that until you speak. But 1 sec you come to pray"
 It was not so simple as that, Pablito thought as the boy dlsap- peared. One could always come but one could not always pray.
 Five days late Marcia Tread way, Estelle and Jim Field were among those who walked down q narrow gang plank to step on Cuban soil.
 Carlito had found work at the plantation of T wealthy American on the Isle of Pines. Every six or eight weeks he boarded one of the few boats that stopped there for the ecstatic pleasure of tourneying to Havana to spend few hours with his son.
 The wealthy American. Knowing Carlito's story, was kind about granting the time for these holi- days and carlito knew something Of content as. with the child, he stroiled the twisting streets of the section known as Jesus del Monte Yet his dream of averaging the wrong done him by Jim Field had not dwlndied instead ii had grown.
 Frequently during visits to Ha- vana he journeyed irto the country to stand by the great gates which gave entrance to the palm lined roadway leading tO Fields home Standing there he would remem- Der his young wife's agODlss in the . dust of the public way: the little torture twisted smile she had given him as she whispered so faintIy, "Ab. Carlit0 mic but have been happy with you!" 1 They had had very little time together and A very great love. Ii sometimes so happens. Perhaps God knows why.
 EstelIe Field found the ghost of her former self n the Cuban that was her fathers She stepped out upon the balcony beyond the windows Of hei sleeping room and saw below the garden Beyond was the utter blue Of th ; water. white capped to-day and glitterinR in the sunlight,
 Pablito was free now and she was free. yet fear held her. She wondered timorously whether she dared look Lack upOI the last few years las a waking nightmare. Nevertheless. Pabllto was free and she was free. If he still cared d-- hut he must carcl She could not feel as she did she reasoned. un- less he cared. She would send hin 2 moi aRaln' The thought brrsehi to Hlnc cafrtn Poor Car ito. fsor momcH' she feft v chill in the shfs.ze though it cnmc from the SDtath
 Meanwhile Marcia who had ac-