The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1915-05-01

roses u Cou6tanco AtWooeQ e,Gol
to come ont and 1T uet And ~
roses were fast appoar1ng - e11o
walked briskly through the daznu
cinder path in Central PARK
1t was Saturday afternoon and Con
stance had promised herself thft she
would finish knitting the last q her
six pairs of socks for the soldier boys
before the Wednesday boat shculd
have sailed. Her small brother and
sister. being prevented by the rain
from playing out of doors, would de-
mand the attention Of Sister Con-
stance II she were at home. There
fore she decided to seek the shelter Of
q summer house In the park. where
on q day like this she was sure to
be alone.
A beautiful girl sitting alone In .
summer house on . cold, drizzling
day knitting socks is not an every
day picture. Indeed 1t was such an
unusual sight to Donald Grey when
he came upon 1t that he almost
stopped in his course to stare.
Constance looked up casually as he
passed and her calm. level gaze met
his; then she dropped her eyes. con-
tinued her knitting and the man
strobe on through the winding path.
But the mans peace of mind had
been disturbed. Only his deep-rooted
sense of chivalry kept him from re-
tracing his steps for one more look
at the lovely girl. He realized that
he had only a slender chance In q
thousand of seeing her again, and
yet at that moment he could think of
no other person whom he SO desired
to see again-and often.
Suddenly his musings were abrupt
ly interrupted by the approach of a
big Irish park policeman leading a
small child reluctantly by the hand.
The officer had to stoop to keep
hold of the tiny tot.
Gotta lost kidd" he said laughing
ly to Donald.
Donald looked at the pretty little
girl. Fine day for a youngster like
that to be alone In the park, isn't it,"
Fine for the pneumony! Says her
mas knittin' and she run off," volun-
teered the policeman further.
Donald Grey paled little. Knit
ting. did you say? Her-her moth
err"
Sure! Why not? Amt they all
a-doin' it day an night for Tommy
Atkins and the loike o. him?" asked
the officer.
saw young woman back In the
summer house-a-knitting," said DON
aid.
"Where?" asked the policeman,
alertly.
I'll show you-it's quicker" and
Donald led the way back to the sum-
mer house.
The little one trotted beside the
big policeman and Donald, hummine
gayiy. She seemed not to care who
ner protectors were, so long as she
was having a little excitement Dom
aid could see that much in the tots
eyes.
When she saw the trio approa ching
constance stopped knitting and
stared. But Donald could see at a
glance that she had not lost any,
oody's baby. She looked from one to
the other as the three drew close.
Askin' yer pardon, lady, but did
We lose this kid?" asked the police
man.
Constance laughed She shook her
mead. NO. indeed. didn't. Is the
poor baby lost?''
she sure Essays her mas a-knit-
TIN and she run away"
Mas dom that" said the child
gayly, pointing to Constance and her
knitting. Ae'
is she. dear?" asked Constance
and Donald realized that she had the
voice, too, of his ideal. And where
did you leave your mamma?"
Inc child made a vague gesture
over home with lots O. ladies' ALI
knittin' and"
Inc policeman took the child again
Dy the hand. Come on. kid. vouu
catch cold out here. I'll find her ma
all right. Much obliged" And the h;a
poiiceman and the little one walked
OH In the drizling rain.
Donald Grey raised his hat "rm
sorry" ="
on' 1t was quite natural, Pm sure
e Gu apologize. l only hope they
ma the baby's mother soon. It's MOI
Gay for little ones to be out"
The girls tone dismissed hin, -
Donald strobe on. This time 10 sn,.
desperate. If he had wanted 10 know
ner after a single glance at her ha
,onged more than ever now that he
nad seen her smile, and heard her
speak, had stood before her
r., he would have felt utterly hone.
less If he had not been = f-r ~
never In the good Presbyterianism
.hat everything that happens is sor
.ne pest. If this was the way he was
20 meet her, never to see her again
wny.that was all. If she were meant
LOT nlm-and with his youthful hon.