The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-10-17
KeShiOnO's
Garden
ut Must Be Fate"
By CLARISSA MACKIE

Ing or the Two ROduS III IOkyo grin
ned amiably up into Terry Preston's
sunburned face.
'Tf the honorable lord desires to see
delightful flowers 1t would be much rec
commended that he pay call visit upon
the garden Of Keshiono."
where is this wonderful garden?"
inquired Terry. to whom all parts of
Tokyo were alike. to whom all the
world was fat and stale and uninterest-
ing now that Dulcie Morse had Tilted
him and married Oscar Converse.
The man pointed along the upper
road.
eff the honorable lord will follow
that road until he comes to red gate
in the bamboo hedge he will find be-
yond the gate path that will lead
him straight to the garden. Many
have found happiness there" he add
ed, with sly glance at Terry's moody
face.
"Happiness?" jeered Terry. pray.
tell me how happiness may be found
in a garden"
4 Happiness" unused the curio deal
in being with those we love-in the
case of a lover. with the particular
beloved one Phe story goes that
many centuries ago beautiful maiden
named Keshiono lost her lover through
a quarrel, and to console herself she
made this beautiful flower garden.
The gods pitied her and sent her lover
wandering into the garden, and when
he saw Keshiono fitting among the
iris beds he fell on his knees and beg
ged forgiveness. They were married
and lived long and happily in Il house
which has long crumbled to ruin.
When they died they were changed
into two beautiful plum trees that
guard the inner gate. Ever since then
the garden has been noted for bringing
has only to wander there"
Terry grinned in spite of himself at
the mans fluency. "You have told the
story many times?" he questioned us
he moved away.
"And have witnessed the desired 10
be end" came back the answer prompt
ly, and he deftly caught the coin that
came spinning toward him from Ter
RVS hand.
A laughing red haired youth came
swiftly from the upper road and paus-
ed by the curio sellers booth.
you're cheerful liar" he declared.
''The garden is only for the discon-
ISOLATE lover" clrided the curio dealer
sedately as he pocketed his accuser's
liberal tip. The honorable lord is too
cheerful to be in need of the
pity of the gods
"Thanks. l suppose that's compli
ment." grinned the other as he went
On to catch trolley car. But you
get us coming or going. ELI. Togo"
Excuse. Name is not Togo. but is
Yunisho. Good day, honorable sir.
Get them coming or going. That
sounds funny English" he unused.
Terry Preston sauntered along the
upper road under the arching trees.
The shaded footpath rambled beside
high hedge of bamboos, whose green
feathery tops rustled pleasantly in the
light breeze.
Now well defined path wandered
idly between green hedges until he
open. On either side of this gate was
a beautiful plum tree, fresh in its May
bloom Of pink and white. These trees
the beautiful Keshiono
and her loving husband.
Terry involuntarily removed his
straw hat as he passed under the trees.
and he blushed q little at the surren-
der to sentiment that the little act i'm
piled.
"BOsh!" he muttered
Beyond the gate he found the gar
den. charming mixture of old and
new. There were ancient corners
where dark cryptomerias made Il dim
green shade. Here one came upon
stone lanterns green with years and
perhaps summer house crushed in
the deathlke grip Of q giant wistaria
vine that might be century old. so
hoary was it's trunk.
Birds sang in the trees. and the wa
terfalls tinkled unsteady. 1t was very
beautiful and deliciously STILL
Terry found an old stone seat half
hidden In a group of lovely oleanders
In the older part of the garden. Sure
~ this spot must have been the gar
den Of Keshiono as it was in the old
days.
Women's~yoices broke the quiet.
Dear Aunt Ophelia," said the girls
sweet tones. lis it not perfectly won
derful?"
1T is. 1t is hardly to be believed.
May" responded the older woman
eagerly. But look: see IL that is not
the colonel yonder. See, he is look
ing at the goldfish in the pool! Mark
the sad droop to his shoulders in spite
Of his military training. All, but do
regret my cruelty to himr' she sighed.
Terry got up. He was feeling very
now. but before he
could make his presence known the
girl had spoken quickly, decisively:
'Now, Aunt Ophelia. you know this
Is the garden of reunited lovers, and
who knows what may bappen7 You
ook sweet, dear; indeed, you do! Now