The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1912-05-17
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
Flower Magic

By CLARISSA MACKIE

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 a 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 woman
who had not made a 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 a typewriting machine, and
by dint of her skill as copyist
Agatha managed to earn living foE
herself and her boy. She smiled
acornfully 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
night before Easter Sunday and
Agatha had been telling Don stories
of our Lords suffering and of his
resurrection from death; the story ol
tie sorrowful princess had followed
afterward.
Let us go tomorrow and look for
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.
1t 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 of
and wandered through a 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
| PoSI use Vi lunCh' Agatha ml6ht Ho'e
been happy If she had not had sc
many poignant memories to battle
with.
"Mother-let us follow this little
green lane and see If It will not lead
us to a magic gardenl" suggested Don
dancing along a winding path that cut
across a field.
very well, dear-who knows
what we shall fnd?" she called back
gayly.
Her loving eyes were fixed on the
dancing feet ahead and so she did moi
notice whittier the path was leading
until all at once 1t became merged II