New Britain herald., 1926-11-22

the, back steps.
 Be carcful-don't trip on those high hccls," she called down to her leaning over the porch railing And hurry back. I mustn't be found here alone with Desperate Desmond"
 She heard Angela's light laugh come up to her from the darkness They had been calling Tim "Des- perate Desmond" ever since he had been arrested.
 She watched the white blue that was Angela vanish through the gate at the bottom of the yard Then she went back into the kitch- en.
 The bell in the hall was ringing loudly.
 With a little half-groan, Honey Lou pressed the button that opened the front door downstairs.
 Just my rotten luck to have Donegal blow in when I'm alone, 1 she told herself. NOW all that needs to happen Is to have Jack come, too..'
 1 It was Donegal who had rung tha bell.
 Honey Lou knew it before she let him in. She knew it by the tune he was softly whistling as he came up the stairs Roses of Picardy'
 But there's never a rose like you." Donegal greeted her with a line of the song when she opened tn, door to him. You are a rose you know. Honey Lou
 "Blarney. Soft soap" she chaffed him. Don't try 10 flatter a re- spectable married woman."
 They always talked like that to each other. Light heartedly, gaily, meaninglessly.
 How many hundreds of years is it since I've seen you?" Donegal asked her, laying his hat and his cane and yellow gloves on the hall table.
 He followed her into the living room.
 "Whcre's Angela? Not here yct?' he asked.
 "Oh, yes. She's been and gone Honey Lou laughed. But she II be back again in a minute. She just ran home to put on her rings She'd forgotten them." Donegal sat down and crossed ono leg over the other
 "Well, I thought she'd be ready, he said, and lit q cigarct.
 Honey Lou laughed again. She always laughed easily when She was high-strung and nervous as she vas tonight. wound up like a top" as she expressed it to her self.
 Are you sorry she isn't hcrc?' she asked. You used to be glad oi chance to see me alone, Timothy Donegal"
 If only Jack doesn't come ir and find him here" she said tt { herself tensely. "Why doesn't An gcla come back?"
 Am I sorry she's not here| ! Donegal repeated. Honey Lou you know better than to ask me q thing like that. You know It rather be alone with you than bt anywhere in the world" | He turned in his chair and lalC i his cigarct across the top of tho ash-trav beside him. His eyes were on Honey Lou's face and he saw ] that she had made a mistake. Sh' ought never 10 have asked him thai i last flirtatious, silly little question. There are q great many men whc think that because girl is hap, nv and gay and full of easy laugh ter. she must he free and easy ir her ways, too
 Tim Donegal was one of those i mon.
 lie came across the room tC Honey Lou, and before he touched her she knew that he was going tc try to make love to her.
 Tim. cut it out" she said tt i him in low tone ... Back il 1 the dining room she could hear the chink-chck of silver and china a! | Mary put 1t away.
 She could not cry out. Sh' l couldn't let Mary know what was going on. ... Mary, who would | be sure to tell all about it in tho next place where she worked, anc l the next, and the next. Mary'' tongue was hung in the middle anC it wagged at both ends, morning 1 noon and night
 "Tim, please don't" she whts pcred, and tried 10 get up from tho i long low chair where she was sit | ting.
 ! She forced him backward, ant ] ,a.a,.ad a hn,- feet QnlX tQ Gnl her