The Monte Vista journal., 1912-05-18
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Flower Magic
(Copyright, isla By Associated Literary Press.)
By CLARISSA MACKIE

tl0 16lTy tale Bno udu USeu Ieihh6 'A
the twilight Of an April day.
"And 80 the beautiful princess who
had suffered so much pain and known
SO many SORROWS, hardened her heart
against all the world and was very un-
happy indeed. One day she wandered
by chance into the gardens OF
strange prince who loved flowers so
much that he devoted all his time to
caring for. them. He had fields OF
pinks and mignonette and poppies and
pansies and roses of every description
There were lilies and forget-me-nots
and every beautiful flower that
blooms
when the princess came suddenly
upon the flowers and stood in the
midst of them and saw their beautiful
fragrant faces turned toward her, all
the sorrow in her heart melted like
ice in the sun and she cried for sheer
happiness Of living in such beautiful
world
After a long time she married the
prince and came to live among the
flowers and whenever anyone was
stricken with pain and sorrow the
prince and his wife brought them at
once to the flower fields and the rose
gardens and they forgot their trou-
bles at once"
'I wish there was magic garden
like that near New York." sighed Don,
his wistful eyes fixed on the sunset
glory shining beyond the rooftops.
Darling. wish there was!" cried
Agatha, hugging him closer. I'VE
would go to 1t together and forget how
poor we are-and everything"
Tt would have to be really true
garden" declared Don, because I've
been in the flower shops and although
they're lovely-they don't smell Just
like outdoors ought to SMELL"
"Of course they don't! haven't
known what 1t was to smell real flow
ers since came here to this terrible
city," Agatha's voice broke slightly.
Mother. dear! II you could only
have gone with me to Grandmother
Lynde's that summer! That was
garden!" Don smiled in ecstatic recol-
lection Of the only time he had ever
been in a real garden-and after all
sAAs~S "0c AuoAOiy SAO PAim 1uUui Udu
backyard Of Grandmother Lynde's
place in High Hills. Agatha had not
been invited to go because the Lyndes
did not approve of the wife Of their
only adored son. Pierre, who played
first violin in a well-known orchestra.
Agatha Dale had been very young
and foolish when she defied the man.
dates Of her family and eloped with
the handsome violinist-
She had led a lonely life there in
the big city until Don came to bright
en- her existence. Pierre was tenn
peramental and exceedingly selfish
and his love had been a thing of
day. When he was taken sick she
had nursed him side by side with his
mother. who would have driven the
hated wife away. but Agatha had stay
cd until tho last breath had sighed
past his lips. When Madame Lynde
passionately declared that Pierre
might have lived but for Agatha's in.
experienced nursing. the girl.widow
had packed her few belongings and
gone away with her son-disappeared
In the maze Of tenements of the East
Side.
So Agatha had grown. cold and hard
to the outside world which had treat.
cd her none too we'll. six.year-old
Don was the ono thing in the world
that she loved. There was not ons
memory that she dared cling to, for
each ono sent out q stabbing thorn
OF pain to shock her.
Her stern father had been unforRiv.
ing. her mother had died In ARatha's
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 bad
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-a woman
who had not made a foolish marriage.
All these things ranked In AKatha'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 copvi.t
Agatha managed to earn a living for
herself and hcr boy. She smiled
scornfully sometimes as she remem.
bered tho luxury in which she had