The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-02-17

see, I can't be your sweetheart anymore" she whimpered.
 "Oh, no, Renee!" he cried, talk ing her awkwardly in his arms, kissing her cheeks, stroking her head, rocking her gently.
 Papa said that if I - lookl" She leapt to her feet and covered against the tree.
 Paris, there was somebody in those bushes somebody watching us. Maybe Papa"
 He scrambled to his feet and stood close to her, holding her arms tight. How do you know? Did you see anybody"
 T saw somebody don't know who it was oh -" she began to cry.
 Come on, Renee, lets go."
 'No' She thought a minute. You stay here, and II go first You wait a good while'
 T better go with you.'
 You do like I tell you. You wait
 Before he could argue further, she ran. He watched her blue dress fluttering down the long alley between the trees.
 Later he went slowly down the same way she had gone. He thought first he had best go home some roundabout way, but he felt that he must see her-pass her house
 When he came in sight of the little cottage he was surprised. The doors were shut and the shades were ctaWn. He was about to pass when he heard voices. It was Sven - Gudrun, too. Without thinking he ran up the walk to the door. He could hear Sven cursing and Gudrun saying some thing very loud. They were speak ing Swedish, though, and he could not understand Sven began to shout. Through it he heard a little vail that almost stopped his heart. Renee!
 There was thud on the floor as though someone had been thrown against it. Then he heard the unmistakable swish of a heavy leather strap. He heard it strike flesh and heard Renee's piercing scream. He hurled himself against the door and shouted.
 Sven! Sven Gyllinson-Sven-
 But Sven did not hear. Sven was cursing louder than ever. The sharp slap of the strap came faster and faster. Renee's screams ran togther ill a continued stream of sound. Still the murderous blows went on and on. The screams changed. They were suddenly hoarse-like the cries of an ami mal.
 Paris whirled and leaned his back against the door. He flung his arms straight on either side to keep from falling. He looked up where a few clouds seemed to hang motionless. Dear God-dear God - dear God don't don't let-'
 Suddenly the terrible crying sank to a shaking moan and olOplJCt, DuU GllC lIlOCOuS oWlSll Ol the strap went on-steadily-re- lentlessly.
 Paris felt himself turn icy cold. He knew he was going to be sick. He threw out his hands as he saw the ground slanting sharply to- ward his face.
 It was almost dark when he open ed his eyes. He remembered at once where he was and what had hap pened. He craWled few paces and listened. The house was silent Had they killed her? His breath shook out of him in gasps. He felt terribly i'll. Tomorrow = he'd tell his grand mother about Sven. They'd take Renee away from him. Tomorrow he couldn't do anything now. To- morroW-Sven-the dirty, horrible, monstrous, terrible dog-tomorroW! He could not keep to the path. It kept swinging out from under him slipping to one side-slithering from under his feet He tore his hands in the rose trellis.
 He stumbled up the steps of the terrace. He heard Anna's star tied exclamation as he stepped into the blinding lamplight, and