New Britain herald., 1926-10-04
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only because she does her work well, but because she is pretty and pleasant to have around. Everyone at the place likes Honey Lou from Ann Ludlow, the office vamp, to Joe Meadows, the shipping clerk. But Honey Lou is half-afraid of Joe Meadows without quite knowing why.
 Young Jack Wallack comes to work in his fathers mills to learn ! the business from the ground up." He falls in love with Honey Lou. and she with him. But when he asks her 10 meet him on a street corner after work, she refuses to And when he kisses her one night on their way home. she slaps his face and gets out of his automobile. Later he apologies, and they be- come good friends.
 Honey Lou tells him that she never lets men pet" her, and that she seldom smokes, never drinks or does any of the wild. careless things the modern flapper is said to do All this Is the truth, and Jack believes it.
 His neighbor, Angela Allen, meets Honey Lou and invites her to a dinner she Is giving in honor of Jacks birthday. Honey Lou drinks two cocktails-the first she had ever had-thinking that they are fruit punch. She passes out" and An gela tells Jack that his hard boiled little friend took seven or eight drinks" Jack believes her, for he never has had any reason to doubt her word. And Angela apparently is a saintly person who does charity work at the hospital where Honey Lou's half-sister, Margret, keeps books, Margret is in love with a young doctor there. Steve Mayhew, but the girls mother, Mrs. Huntley, thinks that Steve is in love with Honey Lou.
 Honey Lou does not understand why Jack does not come near her for days after Angela's party. She wonders if it is because she drank, or because she let him kiss her on the way home. She talks it over with Ann Ludlow. the office vamp, but she comes to no conclusion. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER TX
 It was on the Saturday afternoon before Christmas that old MT. Wal lack called Honey Lou to him and gave her a Christmas present.
 He was scowling at her from be- hind his big mahogany desk when she opened the door and stepped into his office.
 No one knows man any better than his private secretary does, and in the six months she had worked for him, Honey Lou had come 10 understand all of the "Grumpys" scowls. This one was his good -natured scowl. and barely hid twinkle in his sharp little eyes.
 He was holding little white en- vclope in his hands, and when Honey Lou came up to his desk he held it out to her.
 Something for you" he said to her in his short gruff way. Take it along and buy yourself Christ mas present with it."
 Honey Lou looked down at the envelope and then back at him. Then she shook her head. q cant take money from you- money that I don't earn" she told him slowly. and laid the little en- velope down on his desk. He threw up his head, glarcd at her and brought his fist down on the top of the mahogany desk with a resound- ing thud.
 And why not? Don't be fool. young woman," he roared. I'm old 1 enough to be your father-and my wife knows I'm giving you this money. Now, pick it up and take l it-and don't bother me any more about it.
 But Honey Lou did not touch the money. She shook her head again.
 Don't be a fool yourself" she retorted. and gleam that matched the gleam in his own eyes came into hers. "I just can't take money from anybody-from you or any body else"
 And she turned on her heel and l m q rpbe5 ont of thh Offjpa
 A half minute later, she opened the door again.
 Please don't think I'm ungrate- 1 ful," she said quietly. I'm not. You don't know how happy it makes me 10 know that you thought of me-that you wanted to give me a Christmas gift"
 It wasn't quite clear to Honey Lou, herself. why she hadn't been able to take the gift. Perhaps it was because she didn't want to take money from Jack Wallack's father. Perhaps it was because the Hunt leys had never been the kind of people who took money from any body. unless it was due them. They had always been proud, stiff-necked people, so her mother said.
 At any rate. Honey Lou's head was high and there was a bright spot of color in either cheek when she opened the door of the build ing and stepped out into the blue twilight of winters afternoon.
 Drawn up before the door was g long dark blue limousine, and Honey Lou gave little start wher she saw who was sitting within il Angela Allen.
 She opened the door of the great car and waved a white gloved hand at Honey Lou. Her soprano voice rippled out on the quiet evening air like the chink of silver coin' falling on a sheet of glass.
 How do you dol" she said, "I'vt been wondering all week whether l Ion oy-nr -siclrnnss Sh.