New Britain herald., 1926-09-28

shaking little, Joe Meadows wants you to go somewhere to dance with him tonight"
 Her little shoulders shook with silent laughter as she dropped down at her typewriter, and list ened to Joe Meadows ask Ann if she would like to "trot off beat or two" somewhere with him that night. His tone was sulky.
 And the look he shot at Honey Lou, as he left the big dingy office, was not nice to see.
 At four o'clock that afternoon Jack Wallack came and stood be- 1 fore Honey Lous desk | He was in his blue overalls, and his hands and face were grubby. l There was 8 streak Of black oil on one side of his face. His thick i light hair was ruffled up all over his head, in wild disorder. It made him look very young and boyish.
 Honey Lou felt a sudden thrill | dt llIC SlSllG ol iilHlt SNdlAbIhS t4ANlN and grinning down at her in his ruffled hair-to wipe the streak Of oil from his face - 10 touch him. She had never felt like that in her life, before, about anyone.
 Whats on your mind?" she asked. flippantly. because she did not feel at all flippant. She felt thrilled and happy and solemn.
 "You," Jack Wallack said, straight to the point. Honey Lou's heart leaped, and little flame seemed to leap up into her eager eyes, too. But she didnd say word.
 Will you meet mo down at the corner of Exchange Street and Chester Street." he asked so softly that One-Armed Annie could not hear what he said. '" at a quarter to six?"
 To his surprise Honey Lou shook her head, and the eager look went out of her face.
 NO. I wouldn't think of meet IllE Nblt Oli q SlltNG NpL HCl, SIlC said flatly. If you want to see me. you can meet me downstairs in front of the building at closing | time"
 Jack Walack laughed. "All right. If that's the way you feel about it." he said, and turned on his heel.
 1 "Now, what did he mean by ithat?" Honey Lou asked herself when he was gone. Did he mean i that he will meet me, or that he won't?"
 She puzzled her head about 1t i all the rest Of the afternoon, won dering just what he had meant. But of one thing. at least, she was sure. She was glad that she had had the courage to tell him that she was not the kind of girl who met men upon dark street corners.
 That's the kind of thing that One-Armcd Annie would do," she told herself, "but not the kind of thing that the girls Jack Wallack NllDNS OutSlut lllt OIIlCc WOulll uO. She pictured them to herself the girls he knew outside the office. Lovely idle creatures who were always beautifully groomed and beautifully dressed. Who played tennis and bridge, who rode and danced and swam, who had nothing to do but enjoy themselves from one years end to another - while she broke the ends of her nails on the keys of a typewriter and tried to keep her face clean in the sooty, oily air of the Wallack Fabric Mills.
 At six o'clock when Honey Lou went downstairs and out into the chilly twilight of Exchange Street, she met one of those girls-one of the girls who belonged to Jack Wallack's world
 She was sitting in a closed car that was drawn up behind Jacks own black -and-nic6el roadster, and she was talking to Jack as he stood beside her.
 The light of street lamp shone into her face. A lovely face, framed in yellow hair that lay in soft rings against the brim of a black satin hat. A sweet, good face that made Honey Lou think of the face of an angel she had once seemed in an old painting.
 As Honey Lou, in her shabby dress and hat, stepped out of the building. the girl with the saints face swept her up and down with her angelic blue gray eyes. Swept her up and down slowly. inch by inch
 It was a look that stung, some- how or other. Honey Lou realized all at once, that her clothes were cheap and ready-made. She even remembered that her shoes had been re-soled and that there was shiny spot on one sleeve of her | dress under her coat where it could not be seen.
 gro BE CONTINUED
 Who was the girl with the saints 1 face? She is going to mean much in Honey Lou's life. Read about her in tomorrow's chapter.