Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1919-10-27
THE KIDDIE KOLUMN
Publishing New York Evening word)
THE GARDEN LDY'S STORIES
Copyright, 1913, BY the Press Pu
Might-Be-You and the Fruit of Gold.
And Old story in a New Dress.


Tell us another story" said the
children to the Garden Lady.
Very well!' said the Garden Lady,
promptly. TN tell you one that is
very old and very new When I've fin
ished you may tell me If you have
ever heard any of it before.
"Once upon a time, in the fair coun-
try of Where-Else, lived beau
tiful young girl named Might Be-You.
Now, Might Be-You had a stepmother
who was very partial to her own
two daughters, and very cruel to
Might-Be-You, The latter had to do
all the work, scrub the kitchen floor,
clean the house, wash the greasy
dishes, carry in the wood, make the
fires and so forth, while the step
mother and her two daughters, Want
full and Wastful lived in great style.
But with all this, Might-Be- You kept
a cheerful and kind disposition which
showed itself in her bright and beau
tiful face. The step-sisters, on the
other hand, showed their selfishness
and ill-nature in their peevish, unhap-
py, expressions, though they might
really have been rather good-looking
girls if it had not been for their ugly
natures. It's astonishing how the dis
position will affect the looks" said the
Garden Lady. "In spite of all the good
things they had, the step-sisters we're
very envious Of Might-Be-Y They
We're so envious of her beauty, which
they couldn't spoil, that they always
made her stay in the kitchen when
they had company, and, gave her only
their oldest, ugliest clothes to wear"
Sounds sort of familiar to me-" said
Mary Rose.
Might Be- YOU continued the Gar
den Lady, smiling at her, was more
beautiful in their ugliest clothes than
they were in their finest and happier
in her saddest hours than they were
in their gayest She had the most Won
derful thoughts and dreams. She had
friends, too, even in her loneliness.
The stray dog knew her and loved her;
hungry little birds blessed her; for
she often saved bits of her own scanty
food for them. Even the beggars and
the very poor Of the village, TO whom
she could give little but her kind
smiles, looked happier when she
passed.
Now, Might-Be-You had to work in
the garden also, in the summer time;
but that she loved The growing
things were real companions to her,
and seemed to do better for her than
anybody else, as il she shed a new
kind of sunshine on them from her
smile The seemed to talk to her and
to tell her the most interesting stories. |
In the garden, she was happier than
she was anywhere else. The stepmoth- |
er and step-sisters never came there. |
1t was one beautiful, peaceful place
where she could work and dream all
alone.
Now it CHANGED that the Prince of
that country passed along the road
one and saw Might Be You working |
in the garden. He was not dressed at
all like a prince; he wore plain, even |
shabby clothes. His face, too, was
rather plain, but extremely kind and |
sensible and strengthening, and he
had a pair of the brightest, quickest
gray eyes that ever sparkled in hu- |
man face.
What was his name?" asked the |
children.
We'll" said the Garden Lady, you |
see, he had several names, one of |
which I won't tell you just yet, because |
it's very long and high-sounding. He |
loved to travel around in disguise. You |
somebody else and pretended to be a |
or peddler or a beggar, you
know, just to see if people would treat |
him right. He was very good to peo-
pie when they pleased him. Well he
stopped at the garden of Might-Be-
You and asked her for a drink of wa
ter. Might BeYou didn't dream that
he was a prince She just thought he
was a dusty, tired traveller who limped
a little because his feet were so weary
with his long walk. She ran to the
we'll to get him a drink and came
back with a gourd filled with clear
sparkling liquid. AS she gave him the
gourd, she looked up at him with
sweet shy, friendly little smile, The
prince looked back at her over the
rim of the gourd, and he liked her aw-
fully we'll, all-at-once, you know.
Now the well from which the wa
ter came was a very wonderful one. A
long. long time ago a holy man who
passed that way, it was said, wished
to find water for a poor lonely dog
that Law painting by the roadside. And
the holy man had struck the ground
with his staff. and well had opened
IN in the earth full of healing water.
For many years this well was called
The Well-of-th e-LovingH Heart. Want
full and Wasteful and their mother
never drank this water. They said ii
was flat and tasteless.
"Ah, said the Prince There's a
wonderful sparkle and GOODNESS and
Flavor to this water I was very weary,
but | feel strong and rested now He
alked to her for a few minutes about