The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-06-13
HIS PRIZE ROSES
10 Him Their Loss Filled the
Whole World With Fra
grant Blossoms.
By cLARlssA MAcKIE.

MRS. Madison looked forlornly at ner
sister as Barbara entered the room
What is the matter, Alice?" asked
Barbara quickly.
Barker hasn't sent the roses for
the table tonight"
We'll, 1t is only o'clock-perhaps
If you call him on the telephone"
MY DEAR" Mrs. Madison spoke rath-
er petulantly. 1--WE called and called
and the only reply can get 10 They
do not answer"
There is only one thing to do.
then" said Barbara with her custo-
mary decision: 81 will go up and
dress and If the roses are not here
by that time l will go after them my
self"
you will get SO mussy," sighed
Mrs. Madison. But it seems the only
way. will have Clark get the run
about around. would send him, only
he is so stupld-doesn't know the
country around here"
He has been in Westlawn two
days." excused Barbara; I've only
been here day and half myself.
but l believe l have covered every
square inch of ground in the county"
well, hurry along-and If you bring
my roses on time l promise to send
you in with Forbes Baker, although l
was saving him for myself"
Barbara laughed. Don't bother
about any reward, Allie. Let me see,
what was your order?"
Two dozen American Beauties
He has plenty, for he told me so yes
terday when l ordered them"
Barbara hastened with her toilet
and in an incredibly short time she
flew down the stairs buttoning a long
silk motor coat over her pink dinner
gown. my slippers and gloves are
In the alcove in the library-Tll put
them on when / come in," she called
as she drove away in the little electric
runabout.
The runabout slid noiselessly down
the incline to the smooth road that
wandered here and there among the
beautiful summer homes perched on
the green hills of Westlawn.
Turn to the left murmured Bar
bara when she reached the foot of the
hill.
The left-hand road wound around a
wooded knoll dropping down to the
river. On one side was the sloping
descent to Ripple river and the other
was a blank stone wall enclosing acres
of field and meadow and woodland
First gate on the left" Barbara re-
minded herself of her sisters last in
structions, and presently she turned
in between two rustic pillars draped
In Virginia creepers.
A laborer trudging his homeward
way stepped out of the path of the
car.
rs this Barker's?" asked Barbara.
pleasantly.
YAH" nodded the man carelessly,
and went on.
Barker has taste" commented Bar
bara as she whirled up the driveway
under dropping elms.
One arm of the drive swept around
to the front entrance of a long, gray
shingled, old-fashioned house half hid
den under Virginia creepers and
honeysuckles. The other arm led
straight ahead past the west wing OF
the house. along by tennis court and
ended at row of greenhouses set in
several acres of glowing garden.
Against the blurred masses Of color
4 the rose garden in the foregroupS
stood out strongly in its pinks and
whites. Near the path that bordered
the garden was huge wooden tub
which held a magnificent American
Beauty rose bush.
Barbara paused before 1t with a lit
tie cry. of delight. Perfection of form
color and texture of leaf. together
with its crown of twenty beautiful
roses. made it worthy of prize exhi
bition.