New Britain herald., 1926-10-08
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Honey Lou Huntley is private sec retary to old Grumpy" Walack, head Of the Wallack Fabric Mills.
 Grumpy" hired Honey Lou. not only because she is quick and clever. but because she is nice to have around. Everyone else at the mills likes Honey Lou, too, from Ann Lud- low, the office vamp, to Joe Mea- dows, the shipping clerk. But Honey Lou is half-afraid of Joe Meadows, | who is always asking her to go out with him.
 Young Jack Wallack comes to work in his fathers factory to learn the business. He falls in love with Honey Lou's beauty first and then with her prim old fashioned ways. He tries to kiss her and when she won't let him, he respects her for 1t and finds himself caring more for her than for any other girl of his acquaintance. Honey Lou honestly tells him that shs never has petted in her life, nor taken a drink. But a week later, at a party giv- en by Jacks neighbor. Angela Allen, Honey Lou drinks two cocktails, thinking they are fruit punch, and passes out" She lets Jack make love to her on the way home, not realizing how she has disillusioned him. Then, when he pays no further attention, she wonders what is the matter.
 Tim Donegal, a friend Of Jacks, begins to be attentive, He and Honey Lou take many long drives to a neisAboring town where Tim seems to have some mysterious errand. Honey Lou wonders where he gets his money. He never works, but he is always in funds.One night when the two are dancing at a restaurant, with Honey Lou's half-sister. Mar garet Moody, and pr. Steve May hew, they are joined by Angela and Jack. Margaret sums Angela up as l eat" but Honey Lou insists that she's wrong, A few weeks later Jack Wallack telephones Honey Lou and asks if he may come to see her on the following night. Honey Lou says that he may. That afternoon Angela comes into the office and takes Honey Lou out for tea with her, She tells Honey Lou not to take l Jack seriously--that he does not in i tend to marry any girl for a long time, and Honey Lou believes her.
 A week later Jack and Honey Lou, i friends once more, go to Suzanne i Clemens picnic. Angela sends Done | gal and Honey Lou inti the woods for some branches for the fire | they're using for broiling stalks
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 CHAPTER XIII.
 There was a moon that night. A 1 round, red moon the kind that is supposed 10 make wishes come true, | if looked at from over the left | shoulder.
 Like a bowl Of furnished copper | | it hung over the woods so low that [ it seemed to brush the feathery tree 1 | tops.
 But none of it's beams found their 1, way into the darkness where Honty ! Lou and Donegal were. i Its as dark as Calcutta here" Donegal muttered, as he groped , for Honey Lou's hand and led her , through the wet underbrush.
 "Doggone it." he growled min- . ute later, when his foot slipped in some mud. This is one swell-ele- 1 gant night for a picnic, isn't it. All . the dead wood I can find is as wet as seaweed. It never would burn in a , week"
 Suddenly he dropped Honey Lous hand and went stumbling around in the gloom. Twigs cracked under his ! uncertain feet. There's a big pile of brushwood . over here by the fence, Honey Lou" { he said. after pause. You stay ! right where you are while I go and hunt il up. Maybe l can find a few ! dry branches. You aren't afraid 10 stay here alone for jiffy. are you?" {
 Me? oh. no," laughed Honey Lou. Nothing could have made her feel afraid or down. hearted or H. | tempered just then, she was sure She was far too happy to be any thing else but happy.
 She had come there with Jack, and they were friends again. And 1 even if he was the careless, reck- less kind or man that Angela said he was, Honey Lou made up her mind that she didn't care. She knew that she was in love with him, no matter what Angela, or anyone else ! said about him. 1 odds and ends of things he had said came back 10 her. as she stool there in the inky darkness Kind, sensible things.
 Once or twice his voice came
 faintly 10 her from the distance, i where the fire gleamed rosily
 through the trunks Of the trees. I'm crazy about him." Honey Lou said to herself. The little slang phrase rippled through her mind
 in solemn cadence. Crazy about | him."
 She was She stood there, with her eyes hXed on the faint glow from the fire, and thought how happy she
 was - Happy, happy, happy.
 Then all at once she gave a smothered shriek. Something smooth and cold vas slipping
 across her silk-clad tnstep. Smooth and cold and horribly soft. A snake
 'Zow-ee-ee," Honey To,,'s smothered scream was hardly more than whisper. But there was
 terror in 1t.
 The next second she was slip 1 ping through the mud and crash
 ing through the damp undcrbrush
 toward the friendly gleam of the
 distant fire.
 She had almost reached the l Inv ~f