The Washington herald., 1912-07-28

Janet asked him If sac and her mothe
could live in the park by and by. II the!
could not find their own garden, Mr.. Pa
said:-
"Shurer' and he'd ''loike ter see tn
corporation that would prevint % long q
he walked his beatr' This was yer.
comforting, and Janet realized that i
the worst came to the worst house II
the park with mother would not be 81
bad; and If Mr.. Pat prevented the cor
poration from interfering it might b
very pleasant. Janet did not know wha
corporation was, but imagined 1t to b,
a prowling animal of some kind that Mr.
Pat was always on the lookout for.
There was another useful thing abou
the park, too; it was near "the garder
Of the terrible woman" Janet somehow
felt freer to 90 to the high wall while
she thought that in case of danger she
could scream for Mr.. Pat If he could
manage a corporation he might be able
to manage ''the woman"
Again and again did the Princess 60
to the high wall. She did not play blind
any more, but used her bright eyes and
keen ears both. The iron gat2 was al.
ways closed and a silence reigned inside.
But oh, how the garden blossomed and
bloomed. Flowers. flowers everywhere,
and oh, the heavenly smell! Janet, with
great daring, put her little pug nose
through the bars and shifted and shifted
'Dearie, gracious!" she often thought
"if only could have one flower for mud
der, which would choose:" Then came
long, delightful puzzlins. Among SC
much beauty how could she choose?
"Dearie, gracious! since I cannot have
one flower. how l do wish l could take
some smell home to mudder"
Then she had an inspiration. She found
box on the sidewalk one day, an old dis
carded candy box, but it had cover and
it was whole. She took the box to the
high iron gate, opened it half way and
held it so the spring breeze waited the
fragrance right toward it. Patiently she
stood. her dear little face radiant and
tense. Then suddenly, snap! went the
cover and away ran the nimble little feet.
That night in the creaking rocker Janet
held the box close to the. mothers face.
"Mudder," she whispered, docs the
smell from gardens last:"
"Yes, yes. bairnie, think it lasts for
ever Why, have just to close my eyes
and can smell-let me think :" she closed
her tired eyes and swayed to and fro.
II smell early roses and border pinks,
and-and oh so many sweet thingsr'
Janet was delighted. She undid the
cover, and whispered, Smell again, mud
der; don't you smell a traily vine thing
that is-lovely?
The mother smiled.
Il do, Janet lass" Then she looked at
the empty box, and the little excited face
Il could not get flower, mudder," said
the soft voice, "but nobody can keep the
smells from us, can they, mudder?"
"No, bairnie. nor the memories"
And that night the trip was unusually
eventful, and the garden more delight tfuI.
But one day when Janet wandered to
the iron gate something happened. The
gate was securely fastened, but it could
not keep out smell and sound and il did
not seem TO want to keep out the glori-
Gus view-it was a very generous gate
as to openings between bars.
"Goody." painted Janet, clinging to the
That big bush is all bursted
with happiness, I've just been longing
to see what colored happiness it is-it's
pink Then she drew in long. joyous
breath. ''Dearie gracious, if l only