New Britain herald., 1926-10-27

saw Angela coming toward her across the room.
 Behind her came The Head and Mrs. Huntley. They both kissed her and they were smiling as they did it. But Honey Lou saw that there was wet brightness in their eyes.
 Mighty glad to have you in the family, Hon Lou!" Grumpy" said to her. limping up on his cane. Didn't know Jack had enough sense to pick out a nice girl like you" He gave her peck on the check
 They all went out into the din- ing room, where Mamie Rothcclcr, who sometimes worked by the day was waiting to serve supper.
 With true Kentucky hospitality Mrs. Huntley had prepared a feast fit for the gods. With her own hands she had fixed it all-the roasted chickens. ham baked in cider candied sweet potatoes cov- cred with whipped cream. peas in patty shells, frozen fruit salad, hot rolls. cakes, ice cream and coffee.
 She had decorated the table with its white satin ribbons, its little silver paper bells, and it's tall white candles. How she had done it all, and helped bride get ready for her honeymoon in six days, Honey Lou did not know.
 Her heart swcllad with pride as her mother, proud looking and gracious, came into the dining room carrying a big tray, On it were little glasses and a dusty bottle of white wine.
 Honey Lou wondered where in the world it had come from. Her mother never had any wine in the house.
 Then, all at once, she remem- bered. Steve MayAcw had brought it to the house last Christ mas day, and Mrs, Huntley had forbidden him to open it.
 Poor Steve. For a second pity for him quenchcd the shining hap piness in Honey Lou's heart. Then Jack said something to her, and she forgot Steve Mayhcw.
 Don't you touch a drop of that wine, Papa" The Head said SO vercly to Grumpy" its bad for that lumbago of yours" But be- fore she could stop him, Grumpy drained every drop of the wine.
 Drink at my own sons wcddin' or know the reason Why.' he growled. sowing fiercely at his strong minded mate. He rapped the floor smarty with his cane.
 Across the table, Margret and Angela were sitting side by side. They were talking in a lively bright way.
 But it struck Honey Lou, all at once, that their faces were masks that hid their disappointment. She knew that Margrct was unhappy about Steve Mayhew, and Margret herself, said that Angela was still in love with Jack Wallack.
 But I don't believe she is, or she wouldn't have wanted to come to this wedding" Honey Lou told herself. in her innocence. Her unsuspecting innocence.
 As she got up from the table to change into her going-away suit, the bell rang loudly, and MarGret hurried to answer it.
 She came back with q special de- livery letter in her hands.
 For you, HoncT Lou" she said, bringing it into the bedroom where her sister was slipping 0t of her bridal clothes,
 Honey Lou gave 1t 9 quick glance. Sho knew that tall crook cd handwriting.
 Stick it into my bag, Marg," she said. its from Ann Ludlow-to wish me happiness, I suppose, I'll read it on the train"
 The train rushed through the stormy September night. The rain beat fact and furiously cn the windows of a drawing room in the last coach. Outside the night was wild, black and without q star
 But for Jack and Honey Lou WalIack the night was magic and marvellous. There were stars above their heads, the world was at theii 1 feet-and all of life before them!
 They were together. Man ant woman. and they loved each other l Honey Lou closed her eyes, a' she felt Jacks arms go arounc | her To be here with him-to for get everything but him-was lik' | slipping down into darkness. rest