Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-09-30
The Daily Story
KESHIoNo'S GARDEN-BY CLARISSA MACKIE.
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uSu duiidplN up hhtV 4Sals hiSStoh
sunburned face.
'Tf the honorable lord desires to see
delightful flowers it 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.
IF 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 a sly glance at Terry's moody
face
Happiness" jeered Terry. Pray,
tell me how happiness may be found
in garden"
Happiness" unused the curio deal
er. tanning himself gently. consists
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
q 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 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
happiness to disconsolate lovers. One
has only to wander there"
Terry grinned in spite of himself at
the mans tiuepcy. You have told the
story many times?" he questioned as
he moved away.
'And have witnessed the desired to
be end" came back the answer prompt
ly, and he deity 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 a cheerful liar" he declared.
THE garden is only for the discon-
solate lover" chided the curio dealer
sedately as he pocketed his accuser's
liberal tip. THE honorable lord is too
Ninsanely cheerful to be in need of the
pity of the gods
Thanks. 1 suppose that's compli-
ment.'" grinned the other as he went
on to catch a trolley car. But you
get us coming or going. eh, 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 a
high hedge of bamboos, whose green
feathery tops rustled pleasantly in the
light breeze.
Now a we'll defined path wandered
idly between green hedges until be
reached a second gate that swung wide
open. On either side of this gate was
beautiful plum tree. fresh in its May
bloom of pink and white. These trees
represented the beautiful keshionc
and her loving husband
Terry involuntarlly removed his
/ 40 l., l. As0o
and he blushed little at the surren
der to sentiment that the little act i'm
piled.
"Boshi" he muttered.
Beyond the gate he found the gar
den. a charming mixture of old and
new. There were ancient corner:
where dark cryptomerias made din
green shade. Here one came upor
stone lanterns green with years and
perhaps a summer house crushed il
the deathlike grip of a giant wistari;
vine that might be a century old, SC
hoary was its trunk.
Birds sang in the trees. and the wa
terfalls tinkled unsteady. 1t was vert
beautiful and deliciously still.
Terry found an old stone seat hal
hidden In n group of lovely oleander:
70 in the older part of the garden. Sure
ly this spot must have been the gar
den of Keshiono as it was in the ole
days.
Women's voices broke the quiet
Dear Aunt Ophelia," said the girl:
sweet tones, lis it not perfectly won
derful?"
1T is. II is hardly to be believed
May" responded the older woman
, eagerly. But look: see If that is no
the colonel yonder: See. he is look
ing at the goldfish i,I the pool: Mari
the sad droop to his shoulders In spit
Of his military training. All. but ! d.
/ regret my cruelty TO him." she sighed.
Terry got up. He was feeling yer.
I uncomfortable now. but before h
could make his presence known tn
girl had spoken quickly. decisively:
r "Now. Aunt Ophelia. you know thi
7 IS the garden Of reunited lovers. an
t who knows what may happen: Yo
, look sweet. dear: indeed. you do. Nor
just walk along this path and you ar
sure tO meet fhA colonel and you ha Z