The Press., 1914-01-07
KeShiOn.O's . Garden
 s :. "It Must Be Fate. 9.
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. @
 eff 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 ali the world was flat 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 in the bamboo hedge he will find be- yond the gate a 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. ~''F'ray ays tell me how happiness may be found in garden" " E.
 "Happiness,'' unused the curio deat- CT. flaming 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 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 tie iris beds he fell on his knees and beg ged forgiveness. They were married and lived long and happily in a 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 fuency. You have toIdqtlie story many times?" he questioned as he moved away. ....,t
 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 ry's hand. ~1 *s-.@ "s* -'-2 .s.a'.1scr2 !
 A laughing red haired youth came. swiftly from the upper road and .pans- ed by the curio sellers booth. 1 You're cheerful lfar!" he declared
 ''The garden is only for the dfscon' solate lover." chided the curio dealer sedately as he pocketed his aceuserfs liberal tip. ''The honorable lord iis too insanely cheerful to be in needsef the pity of the gods ..s ....-.-rE>. Eeeuf {.
 Thanks. 1 suppose that's a .eomPIi- 2, ment." grinned the other as he went on to catch a trolley car But yoil get us coming or going, eh, Togoy'' ''''
 Excuse. Name is not Togo, but is Yunisho. Good day.. honorable vsir Get them coming or going. That sounds funny English he musedz .
 Terry Preston sauntered along thes upper road under the arching trees. The shaded footpath rambled beside d high hedge of bamboos, whose green feathery tops rustled pleasantly rip the light breeze. ,fe..e.; >
 Now a we'll defined path wandered idly between green hedges until he reached a second gate that swung wides 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. .-~e,- .,1. -
 Terry involuntarily removed his straw hat as he passed under the trees, and he bIushed little at the surre4 der to sentiment that the little act i'm piled. '"t >.r :.
 'Bosh!" he muttered. ., -3.,.t :A
 Beyond the gate he found the -gaft, den. a charming mixture of old an1 new. There were ancient corners | where dark cryptOmerias made dim green shade. Here one came upon stone lanterns green with years and perhaps a summer house crushed fn7 the deathlike grip of a giant wistarih vine that might be century old. SO. hoary was its trunk. .s. sy s-rrs . Birds sang in the trees. and the wa, terfalls tinkled musically. It was very. beautiful and deliciously still. ssrveo. /
 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 it was in the old days. .:-sH'|
 Women's voices broke the quiet l
 Dear Aunt Ophelia," said the girls sweet tones. lis 1t not perfectly won derful?" -. 1<a
 "It is It is hardly to be believed. May" responded the older woman eagerly. But look; see if that is, not the colonel yonder! See. he, is. look 4 ing at the goldfish in the pool! Mark the sad dr0op to his shoulders in spfte of his military training. An. but IidO regret my cruelty to him!'' she sighed.
 Terry got up. He was feeling very uncomfortable now. but before she could make his presence known the girl had spoken quickly, decisively:s
 Now. Aunt Ophelia. you know this is the garden of reunited lovers. and who knows what may happen? You OOk sweet. dear: indeed. you do.. Now I just walk along this path and you are1i sure to meet the colonel. and you h;fve my blessing. He's d perfect deaf::'' She laughed ,as her aunt moved amstjeSL s ticaIly away in the directionz.of the stout. white clad gentleman gazing into fish pool in distant part of the grounds. ... .t
 The girl came laughing out of the sunlight and flung herself in d corner of the stone seat. which sat in deep shadow. -." .*
 She uttered a startled cry as she. saw Terry Preston standing there. sunbnFn- ed and embarrassed. in his gray tweed clothes. with his straw hat in his hand
 'Ah. didn't know any oner. was here," she cried breathlessly. gs.aa& rurnr .,hn,nA An rrn nr,,nne,n,a,n.,n