New Britain herald., 1926-11-20
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Lou is mixture of flapper anc clinging vine.
 Angela Allen pretends to be (
 friend of Honey Lou and tells hel
 not to take Jack seriously. Jack i.
 very jealous of Dr. Steve Mayhew a frierd of Margret, Honey Lou. sister.
 Honey Lou's engagement to Jacl is announced and plans are made for the wedding.
 Jack and Honey Lou have a quie' home wedding and spend theil honeymoon camping at Lake Tamay.
 Honey Lou stops at the Walack Mills office to see Ann Ludlow.
 Ann tells Honey Lou why she sent for her. Honey Lou sees Joe Meadows and tells him he must marry Ann at once and he agrees to do so.
 l Honey Lou and Jack settle down in their own flat with Mary De- fancy. the cook.
 Angela tells Honey Lou she Is going to have a party for her and Jack Saturday night. Honey Lou goes home and finds Jack reading poems about little houses in the country filled with love and happi- ness. Honey Lou decides to let Mary go in the morning, do her own work, and try to make the kind of home Jack wants.
 Tim Donegal tells of the card games he and Honey Lou have i together and Jack forbids Honey Lou to have Tim Donegal in their ] house.
 Honey Lou angered by Jacks objections to Donegal, leaves the flat for her mothers home. Mar 1 gret tells her she has no reason to be jealous of Jane Ayres, Jacks Honey Lou returns to the flat. a quarrel follows.
 Honey Lou moves into the guest room and further complicates her domestic affairs by her silent treatment" Of Jack. Ilputy Lou. Oll q lilOLOI HUE "llll Angela and Donegal. decides to follow Jacks wishes in regard to Donegal.
 Donegars arrest delays Honey Lou's and Angela's return until two in the morning.
 1 The published news Of Donegals arrest In connection with the names of Angela and Honey Lou to- gether with Angela's duplicity, finally culminates in the separation of Jack and Honey Lou. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER L In June, Ann LudIow's baby was born. A little girl-and Ann named her for Honey Lou.
 But my name Is Harriet Louise" Honey Lou told her, standing beside Ann's bed with the tiny thing in her arms. Honey Lou Is just a nickname"
 Well, it's not going to be this child's nickname!" Ann was firm. Its going to be her honest-to- goodness name-Honey Lou Mead ows"
 Joe Meadows nodded from the corner where he sat watching Honey Lou with his dark, handsome eyes. Joe had been an unwilling bridegroom and an indifferent hus- band. But Honey Lou saw that he felt q certain pride in being the father of the tiny human being in her arms.
 He came close to her and poked clumsy stained finger at the small pink face that looked like a crumpled roseleaf against Honey Lou's breast.
 "Cut little kid, ain't she?" he asked, as he drove her home in his small roadster.
 Honey Lou had not wanted him to drive her home. She still felt the distrust of him that she had always felt. A distrust that was almost fear.
 And when he took her hand to bid her goodby at her own door, he held it too long and too hard in his work hardened fingers.
 "Well, we're both married, ain't we?" he asked her in his rough way.
 Honey Lou pulled her hand away from him. "Oh. yes, there's no doubt about that!"
 She fitted her key into the vesti- bule door. But Meadows did not go. He looked down at her. scowl, ing darkly.
 Down at the mills I used to see you walkin' along with your little nose poked up in the air and your feet steppin' along so high and fine"
 "Oh, rats" cried Honey Lou, nervously dropping her key on the marble floor.
 Meadows picked it up and held it. And sez I to m'self, There's the girl for me'-but'
 Give me that key and shut up!" commanded Honey Lou. Co back to your wife and your child, and let me alone!"
 She knew 1t was not the way she should be talking to him-not the way Jack Wallack's wife should be talking to his shipping clerk.
 But for the moment she had for gotten that she was Jacks wife and Grumpy's daughter-in-law. Once more she was Honey Lou Huntley and she was afraid of this big black -browed bull-necked man, She unlocked the door and rushed mp the stairs as if wolf were at her heels. A whole pack of wolves!
 It was in September that Ann came to see her, bringing the baby in her arms. She was not the jalnty careless spruce little One Armed Annie of year ago, but a spiritless tired-looking woman with crows feet at the corners of her