The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1912-02-27

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looked nsztAer % the rixAt nW -
aefs: N h2sesned % the 81 ia1y e.
The curb.
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asked. with his sunny zmI1e. and e.
Tered his arn-
The ola laay took n gratefaIly. 4
/ suppose = lame old woman has No /
business On this busy street 2he
said. 4 little breathlessly.
I sure. and you have. ma'ans ~
turned Tin. stoztly. Take your tine
an don't slip. It's bad footing
thank ycu. young mans you're The
first person I've met since left home
that wasn't In q hurry. The cfCs
dreadful place."
4, is 50. mG'am." agreed Tin. 30
berry
When their slow Journey Was ham
completed, the old lady realized tAax
the lane Of SIX feet which they were
trayersing vas banked On every side
bv impatient hundreds Who waited On
her footsteps
she halted and withdrew her hand
from the policeman's arm the better
10 raise a Gliding forehnger- Al
these people waiting just for me? You
| shouldn't have done il They're more
important than / am
They think they are. but they're
! not ma'am, assured Big Tim Wait
in is good for them
He gave the nearest motorm2n 3
] level glance that stopped him in mid
: bang. A grim, contemptuous stare.
{ sweeping over q befurred chauffeur
E and Significantly TO his license num-
; Der. brought the fellows gauntleted
/ hand quickly from the horn
e The other curb was won at last, and
z the old LADY turned for q final word.
You're real good" she said. earnest
e ". The city can't be such dread
; ful place when there are boys like
$ you in il Is your mother hvingr
: Yes, ma'am-in Ireland" returned
Big Tim
q i hope you write TO bert?
! Twice q month. ma'am-"
. Keep on writing. Don't ever mtss
J. Mothers set store by letters" She
i smiled lonesonely. -GOod-by. Ar
q Policeman"
n Big Tim, bareheaded. bowed eour
\ tier-like over her fingers Sh'
Il dropped him a little curtsey.
. To Sheila It was Ike scene iron
~ play. The snow was clean AM
fresh. The glittering show windows
- pricked out by their myriad lights
: we're the background The old lad
= and Tim, unconsciously graceful an
sincere. held the center Of the stage
The hurrying crowds on the wall
filed in
\ The temper Of the audience in n
Il street changed at the little tableaI
II impatient scowls gave place
II smiles.
Il Big Tim dove into the tangle an
/ | i zigzagged his way 10 the middle c
i the street again. His whistle sounS
: ed. His xhiIe-gloved hand vas alof
ii reckoning The snarled strands {
Il traffic slaughtered out and shuttle
N back and forth
n The motorman Who had banged Il
\ loudest gave Moloney q friendly gri
/ as he rumbled past. On all side
Al people nodded and smiled There va
something heart-warming about Il
gentle kindliness OF the big polio
III man.
III I'D ike 10 get across. Mr.. Il
III loney, said q timid voice when tran
4 had settled down again Tim turnS
Ii ike 3 shot Il was Sheiia, demure AZ
Fl friendly.
HI Yves, ma'am," he stammered.
III Almost al the curb she Rugged
2 elbow suddenly 70 her breast. "
aren't 3 brute, Jimmie" she sal
81 warmly I'm q mean, ungrateful 81
so I an"
~SheiIa." cried Tim, huskily. &C
- come up tonight?
"a she smiled dazEingly. and . blu
- mounted 10 her rounded cheeks.
80 you'll bring me my ring"
-Darl;n." said big Tim, fervently.