New Britain herald., 1926-09-24

| child. A chance to get lot of new | presents. It is doubtful that Ann had ever been in love honestly and sincerely in all the twenty-nine years of her life. From the window of the dress ing room few minutes later, Honey Lou saw her come out into the tiled courtyard below and join Joe Meadows who stood there talk ing to group of teamsters.
 Her thin high voice floated up 10 Honey Lou through the open window Of the room-"Come along, Joe, Going my way?"
 She slipped her arm into his. and the two of the them started away through the rain and the mist of the darkening afternoon.
 When Honey Lou went out into the courtyard that night she did not notice long black roadster with nickel trimmings, standing in one corner of it.
 But as she stepped out into the lonplt twilight the car turned and rolled slowly out of the courtyard after her.
 It passed her, and stopped at the corner where Exchange Street turns into Chester Row. Even then she did not see it.
 But Gs she reached the corner q man stepped out of if, and stood in her path. A tall blond young man who wore a shiny black slick CT and held his hat in his hand ss he spoke 10 her.
 I'm going your way" he said, May l give you lift?'
 Honey Lou gave a little gasp and her brown eyes widencd, IL was the man-the man she had seen in the hallway of the Mille, that very afternoon.
 Even through the miS and the half-darkness she could make put the blucness of his eyes and the frank friendliness of his grin
 But she shook her head, and passed him.
 How do you know you're goins my way" she wanted to ask him,
 But she did not.
 She walked on. and the twilight swallowed up the lovely, flowing lines of her small body.
 It was after six o'clock when she got home that night.
 'EJor,er fiyo roo,, the second floor of an old apart ment house on Ellsworth street.
 It wasn't much of flat. 10 start with. But Honey Lou's mother had fixed it up with flowered creatonne curtains and chair covers, so that it looked bright and cheerful and com fortable even if it was not very elegant.
 She was sitting under the yellow lamp in the living room when Honey You walked in.
 Honey Lou's mother was a lady, in the old-fashioned meaning of the word. She was a gentlewoman.
 She had been born and raised ir the Blue Grass of Kentucky, and it was from her that Honey Lou and Margaret, her half sister, got their lovely soft husky voices
 It was from her, too, that Honey Lou, got her undeniable beauty Her mouth was the same full Cupid's bow, and her face the same beautiful oval.
 Only Mrs. Huntley was plump and middle-aged where Honey Lou was young and so slim that she looked as if she would break in a mans hands.
 well, here you are Harriet Louise Huntley." she said, when the girl came in.
 Harriet Louise" was Honey Lou's given name. But nobody except her mother ever called her but Honey Lou.
 "Yes--and I almost came by automobile tonight" Honey Lou breathlessly, If you hadn't brought me up to be a goody- goody, I would have. too! A man asked me if he could drive me 'iolllt, ] dllllOoL tOiO NiiA that he could,"
 She went into the little white bed room that she shared with Margar- at, and took off her wet coat and hat.
 From the mirror of the white dressing table, her reflected face looked at her. There was little flame burning in each of the soft cheeks, and light In the liquid brown eyes.
 I'm sorry I didn't get into that she said fiercely to herself, 'I wish I had-I wish could be like 'One-armed Annie!'"
 But the next afternoon she was enormously thankful that she vhs not like Ann Ludlow. She was thankful and glad that she had not spoken to the man who had stopped rer In the street and asked her to tide homo with him.
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 Why was Honey Lou glad that she did not let Jack Wallack "pick her up' that rainy night. Docs it pay a girl to he a bit prudish these