New Britain herald., 1926-11-15

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 Angela was beginning to be something of mystery to her. Was she really a good friend of hers? Or was she as false as Mar gret said she was? Was Margret right or was she just jealous of Honey Lous friendship for Angela? :?
 T wish I knew" thought Honey Lou, looking at the pure sweet face beside her-the candid dove-col- ored eyes, the gentle mouth that spoke only gentle words.
 Aren't you going the wrong way?' she asked suddenly. For they seemed 10 be going toward downtown instead of out toward the suburbs and the country.
 Well, I'll tell you" Angela be- gan with slow smile. T knew you wouldn't come if I told you last night-but, Tim Donegal is going with us today
 As she spoke the roadster slowed down before the place where Done gal kept bachelors hall.
 Angela began to honk the auto- mobile horn and Honey Lou got out of the car and stood on the ground beside it. She shook her head with it's fly-away curls de- cidedly.
 I'm going home" she declared. q just won't go anywhere with Tim Donegal. Jack'll leave me flatter than founder if do. You don't know him Angie or you wouldn't ask me to go.'
 But listen, Honey" Angela pleaded, taking her by the should CTS. "You've just got to come along-to chaperon me-"
 Honey Lou shook her head again.
 No. I won't go, Angela" she said firmly. And that's that" She turned to start away down the street.
 Wait a minute!" Angela called out sharply. If you'll come I'll mako it right with Jack. I'll go to him and tell him that I leased you to go."
 But Honey Lou only shook her head again.
 sNo. I can spend the day learn ing a few things that I ought to know, anyway" she answered with her quick, bright smile. "Mary's going 10 teach me to cook-and today's a good day to begin.' Angela frowned. Honey Lou Wallack. you know you don't want to learn to cook!" she cried. You're just afraid of Jack. And if you knuckle down to him now you'll be a slave to him all your life. You won't be able to say your souls your own, darling. You know you won't.' Well. there was something in that, and Honey Lou stayed to | listen.
 Its perfectly ridiculous for Jack to act about Donegal the way 1 he does." Angela's voice, bit sharp with indignation. rose higher than usual. Trims family were one of the oldest and best families in town-and it's beastly for peo- ] pie to snub Tim just because they've lost everything they had. I like him and I'm going to stick to him, just because he is unfor- tunate,"
 That was news to Honey Lou. To- oly 1,;, because he's down on his luck" she said Loyalty defending Jack. But he thinks Donegal's wild-and he's jealous of him besides. He's silly enough to think that Donegal still has a crush on me-"
 Well, he needn't think that" Angela said with an embarrassed little laugh. If there's anyone Tim likes it's-me. Now, that's a secret, Honey Lou. Remember!"
 At that moment the ornate lead ed glass doors opened. and out between the stone lions that crouched on the steps, stepped Donegal himself.
 ! iiC NliNo ol 1lio llbtlt pitiCh tache were waxed 10 sharp points. He carried a cane and a pair of yellow gloves and there was fresh white carnation in his but tonhole. He looked anything but down on his luck"
 Honey Lou says she cant go, after all," was the first thing that Angela said to him as he came jauntily toward them.
 His face fell. Now. really, Honey Lou. You're spelling a per fectly good party by not going Why don't you want to go?"
 Honey Lou blinked her eyes at him. How could she tell him that Jack wouldn't let her so anywhere with him? Wouldn't even let him come to his house? ! She just couldn't.
 There's not a reason in the world why she cant go,' came An gela's voice. Not any real req son."
 "Aw, come on, Honey Lou. Hop in the car and don't crab the party" Donegal pleaded in his per suasive Irish way, and with Q lit tie shrug Honey Lou got into the car.
 T know I'm weak -minded,' she said.
 "Id never have spoken to you again if you hadn't come" Angela told her calmly, and from the way her lips came firmly together as she spoke Honey Lou knew she meant it.
 All the way she sat silent, be- tween Donegal and Angela who talked about a thousand and one things that did not matter-the best way he learned to play a banjo ukulele, the new grand opera star at the Metropolitan opera house, the possibility of bobbed hair com- ing back into style, the newest pie ture of Greta Garbo.