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

Agatha Lynde gathered her little
lad closer to her heart and finished
the fairy tale she had been telling in
the twilight of an April day
"And so 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 we're lilies and forget-me-nots
and every beautiful flower thai
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 li'"
ice in the sun and she cried for ,sst5
happiness of living in such beauJlrul
world
After long time she married the
PR and came to live among the
flow and whenever anyone was
stricke-. 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"
II wish there was a magic garden
like that near New York" sighed Don,
his wistful eyes fixed on the sunset
glory shining beyond the rooftops.
Darling, wish there wasl" cried
Agatha, hugging him closer. I'VE
would go to it together and forget how
poor we are-and everything!"
1T would have to be a 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! l haven't
known what 1t was to smell real flow
ers since ! came here to this terrible
city!" Agatha's voice broke slightly
Mother deari If you could only
have gone with me to Grandmother
Lynde's that summer! That was a
gardeni" Don smiled in ecstatic recol-
lection of the only time he had ever
been in a real garden-and after all
that was merely the prim suburban
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 wellknown 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 a
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
ed until the 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-dlsappeared
in the maze of tenements Of the East
Side.
So Agatha had grown cold and hard
to the outside world which had treat
ed her none too we'll. Six-year-old
Don was the one thing in the world
that she loved. There was not one
memory that she dared cling to, for
each one sent out a stabbing thorn
of pain to shock her
Her stern father had been unforgiy.
Ing. her mother had died in Agatha s