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The Princess Rags and Tatters
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✓/FTPI , ' I >1)Y, I am going to see the princess."
I 'May I go, too?"
i "Not today, darling."
They were Pitting opposite each other al
breakfast. The castlron butler had under
gone a change. As he waited on the two ho looked
quite limp and feeble. His hands shook as he
passed the dishes, and ho had a very annoying
cough, for which lie apologized now and then.
"You must trust mother, Teddy. I'm not very
much used to princesses, but I can keep a secret."
What a morning that was! Madame was making
hasty preparation for a trip abroad, and the world
teemed free to Teddy; even the big iron gate was
. "Do you think you will feel aa cool abroad,
madame, as you might have in the mountains?"
Teddy felt kindly to the whole world.
"I shall be very comfortable."
Madame's tones were positively respectful.
"And so shall I." Teddy meant no rebuke, but
madame eyed him severely.
Saunders, too, had changed—lndeed, ail life was
Teddy and the gardener had a great time that
morning , . Saunders wanted instructions as to what
kind of flowers a little girl might like—color, smell,
"There's a steady order for a big basketful every
day from now on," Saunders explained.
"Where are they going, Saundera?" Teddy's eyes
wexe wide and eager.
"Dear suz!" The gardener wiped his forehead.
"1 was told that you wo,uld know!"
c "Saunders, I do know."
The gardener nodded.
"I'd like to pick them myself, Saunders."
"I don't know a.s any one lias a better right," said
In the meantime Mrs. Avery was driving rapidly
to the palace of the Lost Princess. She had no
trouble finding the way. In Mulberry lane every one
was,,talking about the happenings Id No. 20. Up
the long, croaky stairs went the pretty lady, and
almost reverently she tapped upon the door of the
third floor back.
"Come in!" A low, hopeless voice made the vis
itor's heart sink. She opened the door and passed
inside, Thero was no steam in the room—nothing
mattered. The poor mother sat in the creaky rocker
that was not headed for the dear garden now, but
was juft swaying idly at the narrow back window.
"Where—where is—the little girl?" panted Mrs.
Av*»ry. She was pale and frightened and the long
stairs had tired her.
"Gone!" Mrs. Avery sank upon a hard wooden
chair. "Gone!" she repeated.
"Yes, my lady. They have taken her away."
"Where—where have they taken her?"
"To the hospital, ma'am. The great doctor would
have it so, and I dared not say him ray, though my
heart broke. She—was babbling, ma'am, about her
garden, till it almost drove me mad. But oh! the
stillness now!" The poor mother buried her face
in her hands and cried bitterly. "She said she had
found the garden! Oh! my lass. And she begged me
to. come with her. God knows I long to go, but I
fear me my bairnie will never find her way back to
"Oh! ssie will; she must!" Teddy's mother was
kneeling on the bare floor beside the princess'
mother, and the work worn hands were clasped In
the soft white ones. "We will bring her back! The
great doctor understands. He is such a wise doctor!
Do I not know? And he is so loving to little
children. They can always find his heart—he is
never stern with them!" The two mothers were
looking bravely into each other's eyes and trying
to smile through their tears.
t "I did not know anything about It —the awful ac
cldent-T-until last night," said Mrs. Avery.- -"My
servants kept it from me. It has almost made my
little boy sick—the hideous se>cret! He told me
last evening, poor little fellow. Do you not see, we
must bring your child back? She must not go
The poor mother shook her head and murmured:
"My bairn was always talking about the rich
little boy; and almost the last knowing thing she
said as she slipped into the fever was: 'Tell him
I've found my garden, mudder"—she always called
liv that—'toll hi.ni it is lovely, and I'll wait on the
inside—for him, find the gate will not be shut!'
Them was her words."
"Oh, do not make my heart break!" sobbed Mrs.
Avery. "Oh! de&r, dear little Lost Princess, you shall
come back! Come, Mrs. McDonald, we will go to
the hospital. "We vill see her for ourselves."
"Will they let us?" A strange eagerness came
Into Mrs. McDonald's face.
"What hospital is it?"
"The Children's hospital. The doctor, he wrote it
upon this card."
•They will let me in there. Come, my carriage is
at the door."
They found the sweet princess upon a snowy bed
in a little, clean room. A gentle faced nurse stood
beside her and whispered: "Slie Is coming along,
safely, 1 think." Then, with a queer little smile:
"It seems a long way buck from her garden—she is
always talking about her garden—but I think the
little feet will find the way."
Mrs. Avery knelt beside the cot. Long and won
clerinßly she looked upon Jhe beautiful face upon
the pillow. It looked, indeed, like the pictured.Prln-
C*M Goldilocks No wonder Teddy had loved her
from the very first!
Then the big eyes opened. They were blue as the
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rummer sky, for the sun always shone in the prin
cess* garden, you know.
"Mudder!" whispered the weak voice, "my owny
mudder!" Then a puzzled look rested upon the
"Dear little Janet, I'm—-I'm Teddy's mother."
"The rich little boy?" Janet was feeling her way.
"I—l suppose so. I want to tell you, dear, that
the gate is always going to be open now—and the
flowers—you must share them with my little boy.
Can you understand, Janet?"
"Yes'm. And tell him I like a garden with him.
I choose his garden!"
"Shall I sing to you, little Janet?"
The lullaby floated through the quiet room. Mrs.
McDonald's head bowed until it rested beside the
golden one upon the pillow. At the door three or
four white capped nurses stood reverently listening,
but neither Janet nor the singer noticed. The eyes
of the little Princess were fixed upon the beautiful
face; the pain was forgotten and a strange Joy flood
ed the weak heart.
Then a fine, grave face looked from the corridor
Into the mom, and it saw what brought a sudden
light to saa eyes. It was the great physician, and he
waited until the wonderful song fell to rest In the
"Sleep, my little one, sleep."
Then the doctor walked In. He looked tall and
stern; but the light had not died from his eyes. He
w#nt straight to Teddy's mother and took her hand.
"Thank you," he said quietly. "It is many a day
since I have heard you sing. You never sang better.
Will you wait for me below. I would like to speak
to you about Charles Theodore."
And now, of course, comes the most magnificent
part of the story about Princess Hags and Tatters.
In the first place, there were to be no more rags,
no more third floor backs. The first thing to do was
to get well. And the Princess and the one great
physician set themselves to that task with energy.
The little room in the Children's hospital over
flowed with flowers. The blossoms reached all the
other rooms in time and brought smiles to wan faces
of children who had never had dreams of fair gardens
to solace them while they wandered far.
And Teddy came with his face aglow and happy—
he and the Princess had wonderful talks. But per
haps best of all were the evening hours—the early
•evening—when Teddy's mother, with the Princess in
a wheel chair and Teddy behind ft, went to the ward
and sang her magic songs for the woary little sol
diers lying in their snowy ranks. Restless hands
Siew quiet then and aching bodies were forgotten.
Gentle, farseeing eyes gazed out beyond the hospi
tal walls and saw all the dear and pretty fancies that
always respond when music calls.
Sometimes, too, the Princess, sitting in her throne
chair, told one of her splendid stories—they were
alnfost, not quite, but almost, as marveloua as the
"You sec," Janet often added, "everything is
all right. If Teddy's orterbubble hadn't knocked me
down I wouldn't"—she waved her thin hand wide
"have been here, and had all you and—the rest." This
always brought forth a quivery little cheer.
"And when I go away from this hospital I'm com
ing back many times to see you all." (More quivery
cheers.) "And so ia Teddy and Teddy's mother—the
big doctor says so!" (A really tremendous cheer!)
And then upon a glorious August day. the dear
princess—no longer in rags and tatters—went with
her own dear mother in the doctor's own carriage
to a railroad station.
Wonderful things happened from then on—things
that kept the princess silent from sheer inability to
Think of a nice, cosey bed in a dear little room on
a train that was whizzing through space bound for
a mysterious place off —somewhere!
And then the magic meal served by a shining,
black genii on the oddest table that just fitted by
the side of the comfortable couch.
And the quiet little mother in the trimmest of gray
gowns and bonnets sat near by and beamed and
beamed at her little girl.
"Mudder," Janet whipered during the day, "am I
*|Say it again—a litttle louder."
"No, bairnie; you are very wide awake."
"Where are we going, mudder?"
"I—think to your garden, dear."
"And w"hen will we get there, mudder?"
"When the shadows come, Janet. Are you tired,
"Tired? Why, mudder, my happiness is flying
faster than this train. There isn't anything of me
to be tired."
There wasn't much, to be sure, but what little there
was looked beautifully content.
Sure enough, when the shadows began to fall a
strong guard took Janet in hie arms and carried her
to a tiny station by the tracks, and in that station
were—who do you think?
Why, the one great physician, and Teddy's mother
and Teddy himself!
were waiting for her.
For a moment the princess* eyes grew dim; then
she stretched out her thin arms and whispered:
It was the doctor who bore her to the waiting car
riage. The long train moved away, the whistle
"Goodby, Janet! Good luck to you!"
And then the little party began to travel up—up a
long mountain road.
The trees pressed close and whispered: '"We'll give
you of our strength, little girl." And the stars
peeped out and twinkled with pure Joy. There was
a smell of woods and shy flowers. Off in the dis
tance a hermit thrush sang his last song of the sum
mer. I am sure he had saved it for Janet!
Then it was that the princess caught hold of Ted
dy's hand, that was lying conveniently near
"la —is—this a garden?" she whispered with a
strans<\ rapt look on her face. And Teddy answered
and said a beautiful thing. I
"It's Gods garden, Jariet. There are no fences or
gates or anything but open places. And there are
high spots where you are awfully near the sky"
And so the dear princess found her place at last
In God's garden among the hills. Strength came to
her and a deeper beauty, and there was the mother
always near with the happy light in her eyes
"There are no more third floor backs," Teddy's
mother said one.day to that other mother. "Just
leave that to father and me."