New Britain herald., 1926-10-05

But he always had plenty of money. l She saw much of him - more ] than she had ever seen of any man before in her life.
 Sometimes he would telephone her at noon and take her out for lunch. Sometimes when she came
 out of the building at night his ] green car would be standing across
 the street, waiting for him.
 You might ask him up for sup
 per some night" Mrs. HuntIey said
 to her one day. when Honey Lou
 had known him for weeks and
 weeks. T don't like the idea of
 your going out with man I've
 never met and I won't have it"
 So Honey Lou asked him to have
 tea with her mother and Mareret
 and herself on the following Sum-
 day night. But Donegal could not
 come. He was going out of town
 for the weekend. he said.
 Don't you ever see Mir Jack Wallack any more?" Mrs. Huntley
 asked that Sunday night, when she
 sat a the table with Honey Lou.
 Margret and Steve A.syhew had
 gone to vesper service and not come home for supper.
 Honey Lou shook her pretty head
 with it's deep waves of shining golden-brown hair. Hardly ever." she answered. About once a week I pass him in the building and we | say Hello and that's all"
 Mrs. Huntley pondcred over it.
 She thought Jack Wallack was seriously in love with her younger daughter and that something would come of it."
 But nothing did. And as the weeks slipped by. Honey Lou began to look back upon her short friend ship with Jack Wallack as a half l forgotten dream.
 "Why don't you leave Wal lacks?' Margret asked her one morning in February as they dressed in the chilly bathroom. You make so little there and my assistant at the hospital is leaving on the first of March. Her job pays thirty a week and you might as well have it as some stranger"
 "l1l think about it." Honey Lou promised her.
 She went to Grumpy" that aft ernoon at closing time.
 T have the offer of new posi- tion," she said, standing before his big filtered desk. Ut will pay me five dollars a week more than I'm getting here. And I could certainly use that five dollars"
 He scowled at her from under his thick gray eyebrows.
 "Hemph," he snorted. "Humph, Usually when people come to me and try to jimmy a raise out of me, I tell em to get out"
 Honey Lou raised her delicate eyebrows. "Corking business meth ods, I must say" she answered dryly. She was not going to let Grumpy ride over her rough-shod as he rode over so many people. Not if she knew it.
 But you're worth thirty dollars a week to me-" Grumpy went on, his scowl just as black and forbid ding as ever, 50 I'll pay it to you"
 The next Saturday afternoon Honey Lou treated herself to a pair of slippers she had been want ing for ages - little high-heeled pair of dancing shoes, with cunning heels of bright red Morocco leather.
 No lady would wear them" Mrs. told her that night when she brough them home.
 Perhaps not" agreed Honey Lou, but a Charleston dancer would adore them-and that's what am. at times"
 She put on the red-heeIed slip pors and danced all over the house until Miss MacComber, who lived on the floor below, telephoned up o say that "Honey Lou was shak- ng down all the plaster in her litchen and would she please stop 
 Honey Lou did. at once. But she an downstairs to show Miss Mac Tomber her new shoes and 10 . lance bit on her floors, which were over the basement.
 Miss MacComber was an old maid and did not look like one. She taught kindergarten for a liv- 2 ng and the children loved her. r She was a fat, comfortable pussy V at sort of an old soul, whose idea II # a good time was to bake pies and i, lean house all Saturday afternoon. q
 She was pretty and blond and r weet, and it was an utter mystery f 0 Honey Lou Huntley why some nan had not come along and mar n jed her long ago. r
 While Honey Lou was eating one b If the black currant tarts she has b nst taken out of the oven, the a telephone upstairs rang and Mar W ret called her. t1
 It was Donegal: sl
 Lets go dancing" he said. Get tI our sister and that doctor of hers W nd I'll take you out to the fl Magic Lantern.
 The "Magis Lantern. was a res Il auranL WneTc lne illuSIC WAS GA Il client, the dance floor perfect and C. he food terrible. b "Its my idea of nowhere at all T 0 spend a perfectly good evening" ? teve Mayhew said when they sl tarted out. II "Your ideas don't count, though" tt Ioney Lou retorted. Your idea of good time is to have book on e he diseases of the human body ci l your hands and a pipe in your si louth and reading lamp beside ou. You're getting to be a regu- = IT old vegetable and few hours azz will put new life and pep into ou,"
 But when they got to the Magic Latern," Steve would not