New Britain herald., 1926-10-07

Grumpy" hired Honey Lou. not only because she is quick and clev- CT, but because she is nice to have around. Everyone else at the mills likes Honey Lou, too, from Ann Ludlow, the office vamp, to Joe Meadows, 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 Lous beauty first, and then with her prim old-fash- toned ways. He tries to kiss her and when she won't let him. he respects her for it, and finds him. self caring more for her than for any other girl of his acquaintance. Honey Lou honestly tells him that she never has petted in her life, nor taken drink.
 But week later, at a party given by Jacks neighbor. Angela Allen, Honey Lou drinks two cocktails, thinking they are fruit punch, and passes out" She lets Jack make love 10 her on the way home, not realizing how she has disillusionod him. Then, when he pays her no what is the matter.
 Tim Donegal, a friend of Jacks begins to be attentive. He and Honsy Lou take many long drives to a neighboring town where Tim seems 10 have some mysterious er- rand 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 restaurant, with Honey Lou's half sister, Margret Moody and pr. Steve Mayhew, they are joined by Angela and Jack. Margret sums Angela up as a eat but Honey 1 Lou insists that she's wrong. A few weeks later, Jack telephones Honey 1 Lou asks if he may come to see her on the following night. Honey Lou 1 says that he may. That afternoon ! AIlStld ioIlleS lllp lliN ol AANS Neii'' takes Honey Lou out for tea with 1 her.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER MI Angea's big closed car waited for them down in the pale gray dusk. of the street.
 Angela sniffed the air with deli ! cate disgust as she and Honey Lou drove along between the factories and warehouses that rose on either side Of them like high walls.
 No matter how brightly the sun shone, or how much sprinGtime filled the air with it's perfumed glory. that street was always murky and muddy and evil-smell- ing.
 Honey Lou felt as if she were entering d new world as the shin ing car carried them uptown to the wide. clean streets, the smart shops, the smart tea rooms, all a glitter in the mon-colorcd sun- light Of late afternoon.
 The smartcst of all the tea rooms was Sabinc's.
 Its walls were g:ay-andsilver, it's soft carpet was gray, and so were the tables and the velvet covered chairs that filled it.
 As Angela Allen and Honey Lou opened the door, rush of warm air greeted them. II was heavy oh al ts, and violets. Money Lou saw that there was a little vase of the vio- lets on every one of the small. white-c!othcd tables Angela took the violcts from the vase at their own table and shook the water from their stems.
 Here, Honey Lou, put them on" she said, and handed them to her.
 It was the first time she had called Honey Lou by her first name, and when she did 1t she smiled in the sweetest friendliest way imag- able.
 Don't scold mo, Marie" She looked up at the waitress who stood ready to take the order You may put them on the bill"
 NO charge, Miss Allen,' the waitress replied. good naturedly.
 Angela gave the order for tea and sandwiches and little assorted cakes.
 You never ought to wear any flowers except violets" she said tc [ tba lit tie table at her. "They make your
 brown eyes almost purple, Do yor know it? You'd be lovely in a pur' } pie hat with violets on one side of the brim. Honey ' IL" } No one is fool-proof against flat tcry. And Honey Lou felt hel heart warm to her words. Sure ily Margret must be wrong abou . Angela Allen. She was not jeal
 ous and "catty." as Margret ha' said. She was just as sweet ant l friendly as she could be. Honey Lous eyes met hers in trusting smile.
 . "I'r take you to my milliner some day" Angela said,
 
 She leaned back in her chair an looked around the crowded roon
 that hummed with the light chatte of women's voices. the chink o china, the chatter of silver. DO you see much of Jack Wal . lack, these days?" she asked whe the tea came and she was pourin it. "Outside the mills. I moan"' Honey Lou nodded her hea gravcly. 'T see him every day e
 two" she answered and then add
 ed: Hes coming to see me tc
 night at my house" = Angela did not look at all SUI
 prised. She calmly squeezed lemo
 into her cup. broke tiny sand"ic
 in two and nibbled at 1t before sh
 replied. Then she leaned acroS
 tho table and fixed her dove-gra
 eyes on Honey Lou's wide brow
 ones.