Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1913-11-21

KeShiOnO'S
Garden
ut Must Be Fate"
By CLARISSA MACKlE
By CLARISSA MACKIE

The curio seller who sits at the cross
ing of the Two Roads In Tokyo grin
ned amiably up into Terry Preston's
sunburned face.
"If 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 fiat 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 a red gate
I'm the bamboo hedge he will find be-
You'd 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.
"Happiness2" 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
hoInund Ohio OF thnt
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 pltied her and sent her lover
wandering into the garden, and when
he saw Keshlono 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 dlsconsolate lovers. One
has only to wander there"
Terry grinned in spite of himself at
the mans huency, you have told the
story many tlmes2" he questioned as
he moved away.
"And have witnessed the desired to
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 a cheerful Harp he declared
1.-THE garden is only for the discon-
ISOLATE lover" chided the curio dealer
sedately as he pocketed his accuser's
liberal tip. 1.-The honorable lord is too
insanely cheerful to be In need Of the
pity Of the gods"
Thanks. suppose that's compli-
ment," grlnned the other as he went
on to catch n trolley car. But you
get us coming or going, ell, TogoT
Excuse Name Is not Togo, but is
Yunlsho. Good day, honorable sir
Get them coming or going. That
sounds funny English" he unused.
Terry Preston sauntered along tho
upper road under the archlng 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
reached second gate that swung wide
open. On either side Of this gate was
a beautiful plum tree, fresh In It's May
bloom of pink and white. These trees
represented the beautiful Keshiono
and her loving husband.
Terry Involuntary removed his
straw hat as he passed under the trees,
and he blushed II little at the surren-
der to sentiment that the little act Inn
piled.
"BOshw he muttered.
Beyond the gate he found the gar
den, charming mixture OF old and
new. There were ancient corners
where dark cryptomerlas made dim
green shade. Here one came upon
bIOHc iduieIhb green WIN Jehib anu
perhaps summer house crushed In
the deathlike grip Of n giant wlstaria
vine that might be "A century old, so
hoary was its 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
ly this spot must have been the gar
den OF Keshiono as 1t was In the old
days.
WOmen's voices broke the quiet.
Dear Aunt Ophelia," said the girls
sweet tones. rs 1t not perfectly won
derfulT
ut Is. It is hardly to be believed,
May" responded the older woman
eagerly But look; sec If that is not
the colonel yonder! See, no 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 himp she sighed.
Terry got up. He was feeling very
uncomfortable now. but before he
could make his presence known the
girl had spoken quickly, decisiyely:
Nov, Aunt Ophella. you know this
Is the garden Of reunited lovers, and
who knows what may happenI You
look sweet lear: indeed. you do! Now