New Britain herald., 1926-11-19

the stairs into the violet twilight
Blinded by her tears. she wet
down the street and turned her foot
steps toward Il humber part of the
town.
The tiny flat on Arbor street had
never seemed so much like home to
Honey Lou as it did on that May
afternoon. Everything about it was
precious and satisfying-cven the
| filled the rooms when Honey Lou
opened the door.
Mrs. Huntley was waiting for her.
in her big easy chair beside the tall
yellow lamp. She did not speak.
when Honey Lou dropped down 1t
! her knees and buried her swollen
| tear stained face in her white crack
ling apron.
She only stroked and patted the
brown head that rose like a tawny
chrysanthemum from the privct-
white neck that had one tiny mole
| on 1t like beauty patch.
Mole on your neck, money by
the peck Mrs. Iuntley had always
quoted to Honey Lou when she COM
planned about the one blemish that
marred her white body.
Patiently she waited for the storm
to pass. For she had learncd--as all
Of us learn through sorrow and
sadness and grief-that every storm
does pass at last-if only we are
patient. And that heart does not
break. il it is a high heart and a
courageous one.
Honey LOUIS wild sobs died down
into little gasping means, after a
while. and presently she looked up.
Mother. how did you know I
wanted you?" she asked in
strangled voice
Mrs. Huntley shrugged her plump
Notwithstanding shoulders, and
smiled bit TREMENDOUSLY, ."Oh,
mothers have way of knowing
things. like that sometimes" she
said. when you were tiny baby,
Honey Lou, and you cried in the
night always knew it. was always
a heavy sleeper and thunder storms
and lightning could never wake me.
But if you or Margret turned over in
bed ! knew it instantly-any mother
will tell you the same thing about
her children. I reckon it's Nature,
Honey Lou, or God"
Honey Lou hid her face again In
the cracking white apron. Moth
err" she said from the muffling
folds. angela thinks l ought to
leave Jack. She saw him in his
fathers house and she says he seems
perfectly happy without me-"
And what right has Angela to
advise you what to do?" her mother
asked softly. What does Angela
know about it? Why. Honey Lou. I
wouldn't dare to advise you to take
a step like that and I'm your own
mother
W lbb Nphlt Hoi alIN l~' me ~
do" Honey Lou asked.
We'll. it's hard to say. ] wouldn't
want to answer you without think
ing it over" Mrs. Huntley slowly re-
piled. IN way I suppose it's sin
to live with a man who doesn't love
you, and in a way
But Jack doesn't live with ne,
That's just the point" Honey Lou
cut in. Were divorced just as much
as Well ever be divorced"
SSH her mother put a warning
finger to her lips. Here come Mar
greet and Steve, dearie. Steves going
to be here for supper. DO something
for me. Honey Lou. Be little off
hand with Steve tonight. He and
Margret are getting along so beauti-
fully, and you know how he feels
about you. Don't come between
them"
But Honey Lou had no intention
of even letting Steve see her swollen
face and tear-stained puffy eyelids.
She damned her little red hat down
over her ears and ran down the
back steps. and home to the loneh-
ness and emptiness of the place that
noce had held all the happiness on
earth for her.