New Britain herald., 1926-09-28

explains to him that love-maliing is an insult 10 a girl unless the man intends to marry her, and they part friends. Jack tells her he is going to start work at the mills the next day. and Honey Lou goes 10 bed i'm patient for the morrow.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER "
 Only one woman in hundred is pretty when sine wakes up in the morning.
 Honey Lou Huntley was that one in a hundred.
 Her brown eyes were clear and starry when she opened them to the gray wintry dawn inc next morning. Her sIcep-fiushcd face was like a flower. Even the pow dering of golden freckles across the bridge of her nose was like pollen dustcd across rosc- petals.
 On the other side Of the room Margret lay sound asleep with kid curriers' twisted in her dark hair and cold cream elistcning on her checks and forehead. She looked exactly like Sis Hopkins as she lay there.
 But the high gods had been kind to Honey Lou. and she needed no cold cream and no kid curlcra. She WIS a s.udy in cream and rose and gold as she lay there in her white bed and watched the daylight creep across the room,
 Ii w2s pretty room with snowy curtains and lowered cushions that softcred the lines of the old black w&mul .u9niiurc The rug was thrcalh."e and the wallpaper was faded, h., there wasn't a specll Of dust anywhere.
 The flat was very quiet. But presently there came the sound of running water from tho kitchen arl then the delicious smell of boiling coffee came floating into the room.
 Honey Lou kicked off the bed covers and ran shNoring to bang down the windows against the sharp air of carly morning.
 Then she touched the floor with her finGcr-tips a hundred times be- fore she dashed into the bathroom across the hall for the cold shower that set the blood tingling like an electric current in her veins.
 Mrs. Huntloy had trained her girls 10 take that icy bath every morning "Cleanlincss is next 10 godlincss," she often said. and it's at the bottom of all good looks. besides"
 She had taught them all the lit tie secrets of woman-daintiness that some women never find out. How 10 brush their hair until it shone like satin-wood. How to keep the little "half-moons' showing at the base Of their fingcr-nails. How 10 keep the back seams of their stockings pulled straight. How to dress the feet before inc head" always. How to use the tiniest | drop Of scent and no more.
 But there were parts of Honey lou's toilet as she dressed, that her mother never had taught her!
 She rubbed coral lip-salve not only on her mouth, but on the tips of her ears, as we'll She pulled her hair forward on her checks until il clung there in two entranc- ing ducks tails" She took a bottle of perfume from her hand bag and put great deal of it on her hair and under her chin and at the back Of her neck.
 All these touches were things she had picked up from watching "Onc-Armed Annie and the other girls at Wallack's. when they fixed themselves up bit before the long mirror in the dressing-room,
 "One-Armed Annie" was the first person Honey Lon sow when she walked into the office that morning.
 Ann was at her desk, comfort ably chewing a wad Of gum and reading the morning paper.
 Hello. Lizzie Lipstick," she