New Britain herald., 1926-09-27
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door. Then another sharp and staccato.
 Something told Honey Lou sud- denly who was behind that door. Perhaps 1t was her womans instinct. Perhaps 1t was only her own wish-or her heart that spoke to her. Such things happen some- times.
 She went across the room and flung the door wide. It was the man she knew it would be. It was Jack Walack who stood there.
 He never said word. He just stood there and looked down at her for a minute or two. Then he stepped into the warm little room flooded with yellow lamplight, and closed the door behind him.
 Before the hungry look in his eyes, Honey Lou's eyes dropped,
 She stood there before him. all gold-colored in the lamplight. Even the honey-whiteness of her skin and the duskiness of her hair had q golden tinge in that light.
 She was the loveliest thing that the man beside the door had ever seen, and the most desirable.
 But when he spoke to her his voice was cold and even.
 Miss Huntley, I came to beg your pardon" he said. T don't know whether my Dad told you about 1t or not-but I'm going to be down at the mills. after tomor- row, every day. We'll have to see 6 lot of one another--you and Won't you--be friends?"
 Honey Lou lifted her brown eyes and looked straight at him for a minute, Then she held out her hand.
 Why, Of course.'' she said nreathlessly. wen shake on 1t, Shall we?"
 They did.
 I'm sorry as the dickens for what I did tonight" Jack Wallack went on He was still holding the warm little hand in his as if he had forgotten it was there, and st last Honey Lou had to draw it away from him.
 She crinkled up her eyes at him in that wonderful, sunny smile of hers.
 Let me tell you something" she said. You may not believe it, MT. Wallack, but I'd never been kissed by q man in all my life until tonight. That is. not since I've been grown up. That's the truth"
 She did not look very grown-up as she said it. She looked like small girl, blushing with stage fright.
 Young Wallack stared down at her steadily and intently for a minute or two. Then just the be- ginning of a grin flashed across his face.
 But I'm not sorry that ] kissed you" he said bluntly. That isn't what I'm sorry about at all. The thing I'm sorry about is my leav- ing you all alone out there In the country. It was a rotten trick and I admit It."
 He looked down at the pink bed l that were still aching and burning after their long walk home.
 Honey Lou looked down at them. too, and there was a long silence in the little room.
 Then Honey Lou began to laugh.
 Tt was funny, though, wasn't it?" she asked gayly. T never thought that such thing would ever happen to me! The old story of ride out and walk back!'"
 That was one of the lovabls things about Honey Lou. Her way of seeing the funny side of every- thing, and of erybody-even her. self!
 I'm glad you came," she said to Jack Wallack as he turned to go. T had made up my mind to quit my job down at your fathers office, at the end of the week. But now I won't of course.'
 She opened the door for him.
 Goodnight" she said briskly. "Goodby until tomorrow"
 She felt that this was only ths beginning of something - some- thing more than just friendship be- tween the two of them.
 The door closed and Honey Lou was all alone in the lamplit room once more.
 She stood still listening to the sound of his car starting and then rumbling off into the distance.
 Her eyes were thoughtful.
 "Hmm," she said aloud, T won- der what kind of girls he's been used to. That's what I wonder
 It was not long before she found out.
 Honey Lou smiled at herself in the glass as she undressed that night.
 She hunlned as she washed out her silk stockings and her white collar for the next day. Honey Lou had discovered that pair of silk stockings could be made to last for weeks and weeks If they were washed out every night and hung to dry.
 She had found out, too, that even an old dress looked smart and neat if 1t boasted of a fresh white collar every day.
 ] And, as Honey Lou worked. she e sang at the top of her voice the , kind of razzy- y-jazzy song that her mother could not understand and , hated to hear her sing,
 What man
 "He don't make love "On the installment plan" crooned Honey Lou, running fresh pink ribbons in her clean princess slip.
 , It was q cheap little melody. But as 1t came softly and huskily from Honey Lou's lips it sounded like , one of the worlds great love songs.
 Her voice fingered on each word giving every one of them a mean