New Britain herald., 1926-10-07

| hurt" the gentle voice went on like the murmur of d stream. Jack has way of having violent love affairs and then getting over them. He rushed Suzanne Clemens be- 1 fore her marriage to Jim Clemens l and just about the time Suzanne wa beginning to think Of orange | blossoms and the march from ] Lohengrin, he went on the road for his father and forgot all about lit i tie Suzanne. He did almost the same thing 10 me" Her voice trailed off and melancholy look came into her soft eyes.
 II don't want you to be hurt that way, Honey Lou" she wound mp. Jacks the incest boy l know but-just don't take him seriously"
 She laid her slender white hand on Honey Lou's small brown one and patted it.
 "I just felt that I had to warn you." she said, with an April smile.
 Honey Lou left her that after noon with two ideas firmly fixed in her mind One of them was that Jack Wallack was not the kind Of man who meant business with any girl. The other was that An gela Allen was her very good friend.
 "I had tea at Sabine's with An gola Allen." sine told Margret at half past seven that night.
 Margret. sitting in her low rock CT doing" her nails, looked up and gave her younger sister sharp look.
 'T suppose you told her that Jack Wallack was coming over to see vou tonight" she said with laugh.
 "I did" confessed Honey Lou.
 "Why not? There's no reason why I shouldn't have told her, is there"'
 Margret shook her head. Not if you can't see one" she replied.
 She threw all her manicure ar ticles down on the top Of the dress CT. and stood up, facing tpe other girl.
 Honey Lou, I don't trust that Allen girl" she said decidedly. "Tbere's no reason why I shouldn't but I just don't. I feel sure that she was at the bottom of all the trouble between you and Jack Wal lack
 "Oh, no. That's silly" Honey Lou answered, spraying perfume on her sherry-brown hair. "She was perfectly lovely 10 me that night ali her house and she's been per fectlv lovely ever since. I got tipsy that night and disgusted Jack, l suppose. That was what was at the bottom of the trouble between him and me"
 She pulled on gun-metal silk stockings with thoughtful air.
 Angela stood up for me that night, too." she said, slipping her slim feet into the red-heeled slip pors. "She told Jack l wasn't used to drinking"
 Margret raised her too thick eye brows. Did you hear her." she asked.
 NO, but"
 "No, I guess not" retortcd Mar grct. And don't believe every thing she tells you, either. Use your head, Honey, use your head. Because you're honest yourself, you think everybody else is, too, You trust people too much.' An hour later. Jack came. He wanted Honey Lou to go for drive with him. But it had begun to rain. and Mrs. Huntley put her foot down and refused to let Honey Lou leave the flat.
 : Tine car might skid on the wet pavements," she told Jack Wal lack. mildly but very firmly. And besides, Honey Lou has had a sore throat for two days" , "But I haven't one, now" walled Honey Lou. " | feel as fit as a . fiddle"
 Nevertheless, they did not gc out, They sat in the pretty sitting room with it's mellow lamplign.
 The night was warm and the
 curtains swayed and billowed 1T the wind that came through thf
 onen windows Outside the rair l nattered, battered on the sidewalks l Within the room, Mrs. Huntle!
 talked on and on. She tol Jack al ' about her Kentucky girlhood, abou 9 her former wealth and grandeur and about Honey Lou when sh' wa a baby.
 U She asked him all about his fam - ily-where they had come from C what church they attended-Wher'
 they spent their summers Sh . left nothing unasked. r Honey Lou groaned inWard'S - She had looked forward so to thl It evening alone with Jack WallacR l. and now her mother was ruinin q it. Absolutely running it. d At 10 o'clock. Jack got up to ge
 Suzanne Clemens is having q nicnic out at the lake tomorrow
 he said to Honey Lou. "She want r. me to bring you. Will you go
 We'll start out from the mills, U you will" n Honey Lou told him she woul 1T love to go and gracely said "Good '' night" to him. She banged the uoc
 shut when he had gone and turne l. +o her mother. her hands flung o' n in cxasperation and helpless furS. G "Weren't you terrible.' sn
 cried. "To stick In this room ever .d minute Jack Wallack was her or just as if you didn't trust him a'oh l. with me- What will he think '- me-"
 Mrs HuntIey's whole face scene r. to culver. why, l suppose ne 'n think that I'm the kind of moth' n who looks after her daughter si re said severely. That's what l wal ss him to think, Honey Lou Ihat 'y what I hope he's think now 'n Honey Lou clenched her hand
 "I think you're awful,' she IT