Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1913-09-27

KeShiOnO'S
Garden
III Must Be Fate"
By CLARISSA MACklE


Ing OF the Two Roads In Tokyo grin
ned amially up into Terry Preston's
sunburncd face.
"If 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 al parts OF
Tokyo were alike. TO whom all the
world was Hat 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 Il 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 ut Tcrry's moody
face
"Iappiness?' jeercd 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 Iove-in the
case of lover. with the particular
beloved one. The story goes that
many centuries ago beautiful maiden
named Keshiono lost her lover through
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 flitting 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 grinncd In spite OF himself ut
the mans huency. You have told the
story many tmes?" he questioned as
be 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 cheerful liar" he declared
The garden is only for the discon-
sedately as he pocketcd his accuser's
liberal tip. The honorable lord is too
insanely cheerful to be In need OF the
pity of the gods
Thanks suppose that's q compli-
ment." grlnned the other as he went
on to catch trolley car But YOU
get us coming or going. eh. Togoy'
Excuse. Name Is not Togo. but is
Yunisho. Good day. honorable sir.
Get them coming or going. That
sounds funny English" he muSed.
Terry Preston sauntered along the
upper road under the archng trees.
The shaded foo,path ramblcd beside a
high hedge of bamboos. whose green
feathery tops rustlcd pleasantly IN the
light breeze.
Now Il well defined path wandered
idly between green hedges until he
reached 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 kesbiono
and her loving husband.
Terry involuniarily removed his
straw hat rs he passed under the trees.
and he bluShcd II little AT the surren
der to sentiment that the little act i'm
piled
"Bosh." he mItiered
Beyond the gate he found the gar
den. n charming mixture of old and
new. There were ancient corners
where dark cryptomcrIas made u dim
green shade. Here one came upon
stone lanterns green with years and
perhaps a summer house crushed In
the deathlikc grip of giant wistaria
hoary was It's trunk.
Birds sang in the trees and the wa.
ierfalls tinklcd unsteady. II was very
beautiful and deliciously still
Terry found IN old stone seat half
hidden In n group of lovely oleanders
In the older part OF the garden. Sure
~ this spot must have been the gar
den of Keshiono as II was in the old
days.
Womcn's voices broke the quiet
Dear Aunt Ophclia" said the girls
sweet tones. lis II not perfectly won.
derful:"
1T H. II is hard!y 10 be believed.
May" responded the older woman
eagerly ''I'ni look: see II that * not
the coiunrl Wonder. See. he IL look
Ing ~ the goldfish In the pool. Marx
the sad droop "a his shoulders In spit.
Of his military training All hut 10