New Britain herald., 1926-12-02
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| his fathers mills to learn the busi- ness, falls in love with Honey Lou the minute he sees her. Brought up by an fashioned mother, Honey Lou is a mixture of flapper and clinging vine.
 Angela Allen pretends to be a friend of Honey Lou and tells her not to take Jack seriously. Jack is very jealous of Dr. Steve Mayh w, a friend of Margret Honey Lou's sister.
 Honey Lou's engagement to Jack is announced and plans are made for the wedding.
 Jack and Honey Lou have a quiet home wedding and spend their honeymoon camping at Lake l Tamay.
 | Honey Lou stops at the Wallack Mills office to see Ann Ludlow.
 Ann tells Honey Lou why she sent for her. Honey Lou sees Joe Meadows and tells him he must marry Ann at once and he agrees to do so.
 Honey Lou and Jack settle down in their own flat with Mary De- laney, the cook.
 Angela tells Honey Lou she is going to have a party for her and Jack Saturday night. Honey Lou goes home and finds Jack reading poems about little houses in the country filled with love and happi- ness. Honey Lou decides to let Mary go in the morning, do her own work. and try to make the kind of home Jack wants.
 Tim Donegal tells of the card games he and Honey Lou have together and Jack forbids Honey Lou to have Tim Donegal in their house.
 Honey Lou. angered by Jacks objections to Donegal, leaves the flat for her mothers home. Mar gret tells her she has no reason to be jealous of Jane Ayres, Jack s secretary, but to watch Angela. quarrel follows.
 Honey Lou moves into the guest room and further complicates her domestic affairs by her silent treatment" of Jack.
 Honey Lou, on a motor ride with follow Jacks wishes in regard to | Donegal.
 Donegal's arrest delays Honey Lou's and Angela's return until two in the morning.
 The published news of Donegal's of Angela and Honey Lou, to | gether with Angelas duplicity, finally eliminates in the separation of Jack and Honey Lou.
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 CHAPTER LX Honey Lou looked Miss Ayres over from the top of her head with it's ld-fashioned coil of hair to the l soles of her sensible shoes.
 We'll" she exclaimed, turning to Margret. '1'll say this for her she looks as if dumb enough to think that a plumber sells plhms, doesn't she?"
 Margret merely raised her eye 1 brows and remarked that Miss Ayres was good worker.
 But look at her. Can you fea- | ture Jack Wallack getting a case on a girl like that?" Honey Lou almost walled the words. "Why, she's a regular piano box of woman."
 She couldn't imagine Jack. with his masculine passion for beauty in the woman he loved, taking a second look at Jane Ayres. Still, you never could tell about men. Sometimes they fell for the plainest women, just because they wanted someone to "mother' them and look after them. Funny, wasn't it?
 Maybe If I'd mothered Jack Q little more and darned his socks I'd kept him longer,' she said to herself. But I didn't have sense enough to-and there's no use cry ing over spilled milk now"
 As she walked along through the brilliant cold November sunshine, she wondered just how she would re-make her life. now that she was leaving Jack. She had told him that after today she would never so much as look at him again. She must start to make her plans for the future.
 But she could think no farther ahead than that very afternoon, when she would see him again, at Daisy's wedding in St. Michaers church.
 St. Michacl's church was packed for the wedding that afternoon.
 At half past four Honey Lou waited in the vestry for Daisy to come.
 With her were the bridesmaids. They made her think of Mary, Mary, quite contrary" and her garden. A cluster of girls that were like flowers. perfumed and delicately colored in their pink dresses.
 Angela wasn't so pretty as usual today. Pink wasn't so becoming to her as white, for one thing. And for another she looked haggard and there were violet marks under her eyes. She did not look at Honey Lou or speak to her.
 At twenty-five minutes to five, Daisy came flashing into the church. breathless and late as usual.
 "Oh, doar..' she cried. stepping on her long train and her veil. "1'll bet I'll snever get married again H's so much trouble. And I'm so tircd-''
 She was halfway between tears and laughter. and under the seal lops of her yellow hair her little face was drawn and withholding.
 "Tbank heaven I can cover my