New Britain herald., 1926-09-29

Saturday afternoon-that Honey Lou heard from Angela Allen.
 She came home from the mills at five o'clock, 10 find letter for her lying on the table in the sit ting room of the flat.
 Tt looks like q wedding an- nounccrnent, doesn't it?" she asked her mother as she tore open the thick white envelope.
 But it isn't" she murmured, skimming it with her eye. Its from Angela Allen. She wants me to come to her house for dinner next Saturday night. It's Jack Walla ck's birthday, she says. I suppose she's having party. But I'm not going. I don't know her or any of the peo- pie who would be there.'
 Mrs. Huntley took the letter out of her hands and read it.
 "Why, of course, you're going to go,' she said firmly. Its your chance 10 meet the kind of peo- pie l want you to know. And. of course, Jack Wallack has asked this Miss Allen to invite you. You've got to go, Honey Jou." Honey Louis eyes were thought full as she went into the bedroom.
 On Saturday afternoons, she and Margret stopped work earlier than usual and they always spent the extra time in doing all the little things that they were too busy to do during the week. The flat be- came, for the time, a, beauty shop and sewing room. where they sham pooed their haid, manicured their nails and mended and pressed their few clothes.
 Margret was sitting in the lit tle white bedroom now, drying her dark hair in front of the electric heater. She had Turkish towel around her shoulders, and above it her rather plain face was grave and dreamy.
 Hello, Honey" she said, when the younger girl came in and tossed her wraps down upon the foot of her bed. T asked Steve Mayhew about your friend, Angel Allen, today. He says she comes down to the hospital about once a month 10 tell stories. Shes supposed to come every Wednesday afternoon, but I suppose she's too busy"
 Honey. Lou scarcely heard her. Her mind was still on the letter.
 Read this, Margret, and tell mo what you think of it." She held it out 10 her.
 "Why. I think it's perfectly lovely invitation,' Margret said, when she had read It. You're go- ing 10 go, aren't you?"
 Honey Lou shrugged her shoul- ders.
 T haven't anything to wear" she sighed-the old, old plaint of wo- mankind.
 She crossed the room 10 the clothes closet and pulled a dress from it's hanger, then flung it back on a hook.
 Tt doesn't seem fair, Margret," " she said, turning around from the | closet, that some girls should have everything they want and not even have to lift hand to get it, does it?"
 She sat down on the side of the | bed and her shadowy eyes fixed themselves on the faded. flowery wallpaper But she did not see it.
 Her vision was filled with the picture of a girl in black velvet and many strands of pearl beads. A girl with sunny hair and dove colorcd eyes. who had looked cold ly at her from the window of a great automobile.
 T wouldn't step, inside of Angela Aliens house unless l looked like million dollars" she declared. Anything that l own is just an old dishrag compared to the clothes she wears. You just ought to sec her Margret."
 T don't have 10 see her." Mar gret answered loyalty. T know that, no matter what she wears she'll never be half as pretty as you are, Honey Lou. And if were you I'd certainly go to that party. l wouldn't let clothes stop me- | (TO BE CONTINUED
 Honey Lou has her first taste of high lifc-And something else, too Read nbout 1t in tomorrow's chap ter.