The Prescott daily news., 1912-05-31

1 infancy, and close relatives had taken pattern from her fathers attitude and frowned upon the girls unfortunate marriage. Even Sandy Mcintosh that Scotch cousin of hers whom her father had adopted-even Sandy had never sent her word and yet she knew at the time that Sandy was fall ing in love with her Doubtless by this time he had forgotten her and | was married to another-a woman who had not made foolish marriage. All these things ranked in Agatha's | heart and made her as sorrowful and proud and unhappy as the beautiful | princess whose story she had been re- lating to little Don.
 In one corner of the room which | served them as bedroom and parlor. there was typewriting machine, and | by dint of her skill as copyist I Agatha managed to earn living for herself and her boy. She smiled | scornfully sometimes as she remem. bered the luxury in which she had | been reared and she was grateful for the idleness of her first married days ! when she turned to the practical study of typewriting as a hostage to the bad days that might follow up her reckless marriage
 All day long the machine clicked forth page after page of manuscript for the industrious author whose work she had secured. Little Don played about the two rooms wistfully eager for the final sheet to slip from the ma chine so that he might claim a little share of his pretty mothers compan, ionship.
 The rest of the time these two spent together. but rarely did oppor. tunity or means permit them to go farther north than the park. for | Agatha had a terror of the rainy day that might come upon them and bring sickness or worse in its train. and so she had stored away a tiny sum each week in the bank.
 This particular evening was the i night before Easter Sunday and Agatha had been telling Don stories of our Lords suffering and of his resurrection from death; the story of the sorrowful princess had followed afterward.
 | Let us go tomorrow and look Tor a beautiful garden, mother" Don pleaded as she tucked him in bed.
 "Yes, sonny, We will" promised Agatha, and she sat up late that night to get clothes ready for them to wear the next day. Little smiles rippled around her lips as she made plans for a rare days outing.
 It was a beautiful day, mild and sunshiny. with a clear blue sky over head.
 Happy Don and his young mother set forth shortly after breakfast They rode on the Third avenue elevated un- til they reached the end of the route and then they boarded a trolley car and rode while and then they got on and wandered through beautiful budding country side Don skipped along blissfully full of spirits. Agatha felt almost as young as he did as she { followed him carrying a mysterious | package of lunch. Agatha might have been happy If she had not had so many poignant memories to battle with.
 "Mother-let us follow this little | green lane and see if 1t will not lead us to a magic garden!" suggested Don, dancing along a winding path that cut across a field.
 Very we'll. dear-who knows what we shall find?" she called back | gayly.
 Her loving eyes were fixed on the dancing feet ahead and so she did not notice whither the path was leading until all at once 1t became merged Tn