New Britain herald., 1926-09-29

glance that Angela Allen had sent her from the open window of her derful, why hasn't he married her 1 long ago."
 She was going to ask herself that question a good many times during the weeks that followed.
 
 Have you known this Angel per son very long," she asked, when the black roadster slid to a stand still before her own door.
 Ever since I can remember Jack Wallack said in a matter of fact voice." she lives next door to us, and she's always at our house. '
 Honey Lou leaned over and opened the door of the car.
 She's awfully pretty and I sup l pose she's just as nice as you say she is" she observed, getting out and standing beside the machine But she's awully cold-looking isn't she ?-Blondes always are, l think"
 The man In the car made a low sound in his throat. It was halfway l between a snort and a chuckle and it might have meant anything.
 He jumped out and stood beside her. "I'll take you up to your : door," he said, and he followed the | girl Up the narrow dimly-lit flight of steps that led to the secondfloor 1 flat where she lived.
 The door at the head of the 1 stairs opened as they came Up and 1 Mrs. Huntley stood in the path Of mellow light that streamed out from room behind her. She ! had on a blue patterned dress of soft challis and her graying hair was piled high on her head in a 1 qucenly pompadour.
 Honey Lou was very proud of her as she stood there, fine-looking and every inch a lady, with a welcom- ing smile on her face.
 My mother - Mir. Walack," she { introduced them, and then added; "Mr. Wallack drove me home from , the office tonight"
 That was very kind of you. I'm sure. Mir. Wallack," her mother said in her soft southern voice. Tt always worries me to have Honey Lou out alone. after dark especially down in that awful neighborhood where the mills are. II She put an arm around the girls slender shoulders-and Jack Wal lack realized suddenly that it was q tragedy to this gentle-faced, low voiced woman 10 have her daugh- ter go to the mills to earn her daily ! bread
 He had new and startling i'm pression of Honey Lou. Before l that moment, he had thought of her l simply as a girl who worked in his fathers office. the prettiest gir he had ever clapped his eyes on ] and the most desirable. But, as ! he saw her now in her home set I ting, he realized that she had beer | brought up as carefully as any oi the girls of his own world and thai she could not be treated lightly by q man any more that those girl: l could be treated lightly. She wa' no plaything for anybody. Sht was too fine for that.
 They made a bright picture - the 1 mother and daughter - as they stood there in the doorway of theil little flat and said goodnight tC him. And it was a picture tha stayed in his mind all the way home to his fathers big comfortable white house in Summit street. Th' lights of his car flashed acros! the lawn as he turned into the wid, driveway and showed him the fig ure of Angela Allen, just going III the front steps of the house. Sht turned when she saw him ant waved her hand. She was stil standing on the porch, waiting fol him. when he came around iron the garage.
 Well did you get Miss Hone, Lou home safe and sound ?" sht asked. as they went into the hous, together. That's the funniest nam' I ever heard in my life - Hone, Lou. It sounds more like a break fast food or stick Of cheap cand! than a girl"
 Wallack did not even smile.
 Angel" he said, that's the frs catty thing I ever heard you sa! in my life"