New Britain herald., 1926-10-28

Margrct and Ste
 'I'll have to see her the minute I get back to town" sine said to herself as she watched Jack pad dle back to shore.
 There was a proud smile far back in her eyes as she watched him get out of the canoe and come toward her. dangling his string of fish. He was so tall and big and upstanding. The sun gilded his blond hair. and brought out the rcd-brown tints of his tanned skin, the blue of his eyes.
 He took her by her two hands and pulled her up close to him.
 Such little hands," he said. and kissed their soft palms. After al most two weeks of life together, he was not yet used to the wonder Of her.
 The amazing softness and little ness and lightness Of her were still a source of amusement to him. He would pick up one of her little shoes, and laugh at the size of it, or hold her wrist between thumb and first finger to show her how slender it was.
 ITO think of tiny thing like you going out in the world 10 earn her own iying," he said shaking his head as he looked at her. Working six days a week, whack ing your cute fingers off on my Dads typewriter" It was enough, so he said, 10 make the angels weep.
 "Pooh"' said Honey Lou, "you talk as if you had mouthful of broken dishes! It never hurts a girl to work It does Us all good to work - keeps us smart and poppy. And I was happy. Didn't I strike you as being just as happy as Suzanne Clemens or Angela, who never lift their fingers to do a thing"
 You struck me as being twice as happy and twice as nice,' Jack answered, as he organ to clean the fish he had caught. T think that's one reason why I fell so hard for you. Because you were so diff fcrent from all the girls I'd ever known. I was getting pretty tired of the jazz-baby type, to tell the truth"
 Honey Lou went into the tent for a knife.
 I'm going to help you clean the fish" she announced. And tell me something. You once were ter ribly in love with Angela, weren't you? She isn't the jazz-baby type, either"
 He shook his blond head posi- lively. Nc, l never was - not really" he said. And you are not going to clean any Of these fish. You're not going 10 get yourself all messy and smelly, cleaning fish. You go and sit some place where I can look at you.'
 He wouldn't let her wash up the dishes when they ha had break fast. either.
 "You've been working for a couple of years without vaca- tion," he told her, soberly, and this honeymoon Is going to be a rcst-cure for you, if I know any thing about it."
 But I'm not tired. If I felt any better than do, I'd be worse" Honey Lou told him. "You're spelling me-"
 All the same, she adored to have him wait on her. To see this great big masculine creature fetch and carry for her-'turn himself inside out trying to please her.
 Isn't it funny that l never knew how much you liked me until three weeks ago." she asked him on the last night of their two weeks. They were sitting in the glow of the fire, watching the purple shadows of darkness slip down from the hills across the lake.
 "Of course" she added dream fly. smuggling close to him, "I knew there was some reason for your being so jealous of stephen Mayhew-'
 Her voice trailcd off into si- lcnce. She wondered drowsily of Steve had come to the flat on Ar bor street during the past two weeks.
 Steve was there at that very minute.
 He had walked in at supper time as carelessly as if he had not stayed away for three weeks.
 He had brought two quarts Of peach ice cream with him-he al- ways brought too much of every thing-and after supper Mrs. Huntley slipped downstairs to Miss MacComber's with bowl of it for her.
 Steve and Margret were left alone In the flat, where the red and bold leaves that Honey Lou had brought from the woods