Evening star., 1941-01-10

answered pleasantly: II am very
glad to be here, Mrs. Riba."
The woman looked vaguely IA
minar, but Honey could not place
her, and it was disturbing to her
peace of mind. She watched the
woman from yelled eyes, wondering
where she had seen her before, or
if they had met.
We're driving up to San Fran
cisco, Ma" said Art after mo-
ment. Il think Well leave now and
eat bite on the way"
why not take my coat, dear,
instead of your light one?" asked
Mrs. Carey pointedly, and gave
Honey a quick glance of warning.
1T will just about fit you"
IF you don't mind, I will, Mrs.
Carey" responded Honey.
In a few minutes they were on
their way. Honey took nice deep
breath, and let it out in long sigh.
She felt like she had just escaped
another near disaster.
Art grinned in amusement.
Mrs. Riba is very friendly, but
bit on the curious, shopping side.
If you had come out in Mas coat
she would have drawn all kinds Of
conclusions. The way it is, she prob
ably things you didn't know it was
so cold out here and neglected to
bring heavy one along. She'll try
to get your life's history before she
goes home. But Ma will stall her.
She is awfully close about her own
life, however"
She looks familiar, but am sure
have never seen her before"
If she had seen you, she would
remember it,"
Honey changed the subject by
saying: Your mother is very nice,
Art. I like her. And before I leave
I will try to explain about my
name and other things I really
hate lying. I have never done it
before. But right now I can't talk"
Il trust you, Honey" he told her
quietly and she felt pangs of re-
morse shoot through her like sharp
knives. If he only knew, she thought
sadly. Your face is too honest and
sweet for you to be guilty of any
wrong"
Il am glad that you believe in
me, Art. Your faith means more
than I can say" and she choked
up for moment.
Many miles flew by before she
said in very still voice:
Il want to go to an old ceme-
terry, Art"
THE cem-." He closed his lips
over the word he was about to re-
peat, and Honey, watching him
closely, saw him square his shoul-
ders and lift his chin. "All right"
She relaxed, hardly conscious OF
the fact that she had held her
self rigid, waiting for his answer.
Il will show you the way"
That was the last word spoken
on the drive to the cemetery, a
queer destination, she knew, and
Art must think so, too. She pulled
Mrs. Carey's coat close about her
and snuggled down in the seat, for
it was anything but warm as they
neared San Francisco.
A Mysterious Errand.
The gates of the cemetery were
closed, of course, but Honey had
expected that. There was no reason
why she could not get over the wall
with a little aid from Art, and he
was willing to assist her.
when get inside, Art" she said
in hushed voice just before he
lifted her to the wall, you drive
around for a while so people will
not get suspicious and stop and ask
questions. No one must know that
I have been here. No one but you,
and I know you will not give me
away. Come back In an hour. Oh,
wait" She just remembered some
thing that was vitally important as
he swung her to the top of the wall.
Have you screwdriver or some
thing like that in the car? I want
to borrow it,"
Il have" He went back to the
parked car and opened the trunk.
Silently he gave her what she
wanted and then saw her safely into
the cemetery. 1t was dark and quiet,
and the white tombs stood like
sentinels guarding those who slept
in peace. She felt almost like an
intruder.
Honey shivered as she heard Art
start the motor and drive of, leav-
ing her alone in that place.
Copyright, 1941, The Chicago Daily
News, Inc)
TOMORROW-HONEY COM
PLETES HER MISSION.