New Britain herald., 1926-10-04

WHERE'S HONEY LOU?' with me"
 Her voice was wisttul and the wide-set velvety brown eyes were wistful, too, as she looked at the other girl.
 Angela shook her head.
 "Of course, he wasn't disgusted with you," she answered. He knew you never had drunk before I told him so. I told him you had only had two tiny drinks. l fixed it up for you with him."
 She smiled at Honey Lou as she spoke - a sweet, innocent. gentle smile. And 1t never occurred to Honey Lou that she might not be telling the truth.
 I'm coming down here some day to get you to have lunch with me, " she went on. Will you come?"
 Her dove-like eyes were soft and appealing above her dark furs. and she held out one white-gloved hand to Honey Lou in the friendliest sort of way.
 "Id love to-" Honey Lou an- swered, suddenly feeling happy and warm as she always did when people were nice to her and met her half way.
 She shook Angcla's hand, and backed away from the car, T hope you'll have very merry Christ mas" she was saying when she saw Jack Wallack and his father come out of the building.
 She did not look at them. She pretended not to see them. And her eyes were straight ahead of her when the blue car passed her a moment or two later. On Christmas afternoon, Honey Lou was helping her mother and Margret get the turkey-and-cran- berry sauce dinner when the tele- phone rang.
 Every time 1t rang these days Honey Lous heart loaped within her breast. It might be Jack Wal lack. It might be
 Its a man to talk 10 you" Mar gret said to her, and she flew tc the phone.
 It must be Jack! It couldn't be anybody else!
 Hello" she said, and there was a whole world of joy in her voice.
 This is Timothy Donegal" an' swered the voice at the other end of the wire. I'm having the rot. 1 tenest Christmas ever, and I won. dered If you could get away from your folks long enough to have supper with me somewhere, to, 1 night"
 Honey Lou hesitated. Steve Mayhew was coming over for the six o'clock dinner, and afterward he was going to take the three women to the theater.
 Then all at once she made IF her mind that she would go out tc dinner with Donegal. It must be pretty awful to be lonesome oI Christmas Day. To have to ask someone to share a restaurant din. ner.
 Why, yes, I'd like very much tc go with you" she said into the mouthpiece of the telephone. "Si1 o'clock, Mr. Donegal? I'll meet yol downstairs"
 If I knew him better" she sait to herself. I'd have invited him tt have dinner with us. But he prob ably wouldn't want to come."
 Donegal had struck her, some how, as a snob - not at all the kint of man who would enjoy Q simpl, home cooked dinner served by her self and Margret.
 Steve Mayhew was different. I never made any difference to Stew whether people were rich and i'm portant or poor and unknown. H liked folks, not for what they had but for what they were. He treat ed everyone alike.
 At six o'clock Steve came. Honey Lou heard his voice in tn living room as she dressed befor the coudy looking glass in the bed room.
 "Where's Honey Lou?" was al . most the first question he asked when he came in. Going out with some fellow she only met once" she heard Margre reply in her sweet throaty voice Some friend of Jack Wallacll's."
 Honey Lou could not make ou Steve's answer.
 She went on with her dressing turning and turning in front of tn glass 10 get the effect of the ney pearl beads Margret had give, , her that morning beads tha swung from her slender neck i, three gleaming strands, just tn way that Angela Allen wore hers