New Britain herald., 1926-10-25

the smart red-headed saleswoman who had come up behind them. How much is this little coat?"
 It's part of a set" the woman answered silluly. She glidcd over the gray velvet carpet to a chest of drawers against the wall. and came back with a camisolo and slip over her arm.
 They, too, were trimmed with the ivory lace and the sky blue bows and the wee moss rose-huds.
 Don't even show them to met" Honey Lou cried. waving them away with her little hands. q don't want 10 see thcm"
 But the saleswoman, who knew hcr job from A to z, hold the slip against Honey Lou's slender body and turned her toward a French mirror a few feet away.
 Then. with lightning swiftness. she had the breakfast coat out Of it's glass case and around Honey Lou's shoulders.
 "You'll never be a bride but oncc'" cooed Angela. And you're lovely in those things, Honey Lou. Even plain woman would be a beauty in all that soft lace"
 It was true, and Honey Lou knew 1t. The fiImy ruffles of lace would be flattering 10 any woman in the world, and they were a perfect sct- ting for her own exquisite little face. What was 1t your mother all ways said? "Fine feathers make fine birds" How true it was,
 And, as Angela pointed out shed never be a bride but once! So why not do everything she could to make herself allurinS and beau- tiful In Jacks eyes on the honey moon that was starting tomorrow? Why not?
 All right, I'll take inc set," she said, little breathlessly.
 "I can pay for it q month from now, and Jack will never know the difference" she added blithcly to Angela, as they drove home in her car.
 But when she opened the box In her own room at home, she went rather white - shaky and white. Tho two bills in the box frightened her-thirty dollars for slippers and I hundred and ten for a set of un- lerthings.
 A hundred and forty dollars of Jacks money spent alrcady-and she was not yet his wife, How had she ever happened to do this hing? She didn't know. She just lidn't know!
 While she was staring at tn" Name Mrs. J. w. Wallack, Jr.' written across the slips in blue the door opened and Mar ,ret came into the room.
 She had on an old house-drcss md in her hand she carried ham ne" and big screw driver.
 Hello, beautiful! I didn't hear ,ou come in" she said. "I was ,ut on the back porch, I guess, opening a box that just came for rou. It's your wedding present rom Steve Mayhew-"
 She broke off talking. as her eyes ell on the box of finery at her ect. She dropped down on her lnees and looked at it touching he little blue bows and the roses with her fingers, revercntly.
 What lovely stuff" she ex- ,laimed. "Who sent it 10 you? Aunt Lucy, I'll bet, splurging for ,nce in her life"
 Honey Lou shook her head de- ectedly.
 "Where on earth did you get it, hen?" Margret asked, looking harply up at her white face and unhappy eyes.
 q charged 1t to Jack" she said hortly. and handed her the two ,ills.
 Margret glanced at them. sober s a judge. There was throhbins Hence in the room for q moment. hen she spoke.
 "Of course, you cant let this tand," she said coldly. "You've | ot to take the things back. How id you ever happen to buy them, his way?"
 Honey Lou tried to laugh and l ailed. Well" she began, not i 1eeting her sisters steadfast eyes, I suddenly remembered I didn't | ave any slippers for tomorrow, nd I went down town to try to find lothcr and Aunt Lucy. I knew hey were down there to buy me ny coffee service--and I met An cla-"
 Angela" All of MarErets calm corn of Angela Allen was in that ingle word.
 She took me into a shop where he gets her things" Honey Lou yent on jerkily. She said l could harge whatever l needed to her,