Tik-tok of oz

agrance of roses.
“I`d like some breakfast, Hank,” remarked the girl, feeling more cheerful now that she was on dry land; “but we can`t eat the flowers, although they do smell mighty good.”
“Hee-haw!” replied Hank and trotted up a little pathway to the top of the bank.
Betsy followed and from the eminence looked around her. A little way off stood a splendid big greenhouse, its thousands of crystal panes glittering in the sunlight.
“There ought to be people somewhere `round,” observed Betsy thoughtfully; “gardeners, or somebody. Let`s go and see, Hank. I`m getting hungrier ev`ry minute.”
So they walked toward the great greenhouse and came to its entrance without meeting with anyone at all. A door stood ajar, so Hank went in first, thinking if there was any danger he could back out and warn his companion. But Betsy was close at his heels and the moment she entered was lost in amazement at the wonderful sight she saw.
The greenhouse was filled with magnificent rosebushes, all growing in big pots. On the central stem of each bush bloomed a splendid Rose, gorgeously colored and deliciously fragrant, and in the center of each Rose was the face of a lovely girl.
As Betsy and Hank entered, the heads of the Roses were drooping and their eyelids were closed in slumber; but the mule was so amazed that he uttered a loud “Hee-haw!” and at the sound of his harsh voice the rose leaves fluttered, the Roses raised their heads and a hundred startled eyes were instantly fixed upon the intruders.
“II beg your pardon!” stammered Betsy, blushing and confused.
“O-o-o-h!” cried the Roses, in a sort of sighing chorus; and one of them added: “What a horrid noise!”
“Why, that was only Hank,” said Betsy, and as if to prove the truth of her words the mule uttered another loud “Hee-haw!”
At this all the Roses turned on their stems as far as they were able and trembled as if some one were shaking their bushes. A dainty Moss Rose gasped: “Dear me! How dreadfully dreadful!”
“It isn`t dreadful at all,” said Betsy, somewhat indignant. “When you get used to Hank`s voice it will put you to sleep.”
The Roses now looked at the mule less fearfully and one of them asked:
“Is that savage beast named Hank?”
“Yes; Hank`s my comrade, faithful and true,” answered the girl, twining her arms around the little mule`s neck and hugging him tight. “Aren`t you, Hank?”
Hank could only say in reply: “Hee-haw!” and at his bray the Roses shivered again.
“Please go away!” begged one. “Can`t you see you`re frightening us out of a week`s growth?”
“Go away!” echoed Betsy. “Why, we`ve no place to go. We`ve just been wrecked.”
“Wrecked?” asked the Roses in a surprised chorus.
“Yes; we were on a big ship and the storm came and wrecked it,” explained the girl. “But Hank and I caught hold of a raft and floated ashore to this place, andwe`re tired and hungry. What country is this, please?”
“This is the Rose Kingdom,” replied the Moss Rose, haughtily, “and it is devoted to the culture of the rarest and fairest Roses grown.”
“I believe it,” said Betsy, admiring the pretty blossoms.
“But only Roses are allowed here,” continued a delicate Tea Rose, bending her brows in a frown; “therefore you must go away before the Royal Gardener finds you and casts you back into the sea.”
“Oh! Is there a Royal Gardener, then?” inquired Betsy.
“To be sure.”
“And is he a Rose, also?”
“Of course not; he`s a mana wonderful man,” was the reply.
“Well, I`m not afraid of a man,” declared the girl, much relieved, and even as she spoke the Royal Gardener popped into the greenhousea spading fork in one hand and a watering pot in the other.
He was a funny little man, dressed in a rose-colored costume, with ribbons at his knees and elbows, and a bunch of ribbons in his hair. His eyes were small and twinkling, his nose sharp and his face puckered and deeply lined.
“O-ho!” he exclaimed, astonished to find strangers in his greenhouse, and when Hank gave a loud bray the Gardener threw the watering pot over the mule`s head and danced around with his fork, in such agitation that presently he fell over the handle of the implement and sprawled at full length upon the ground.
Betsy laughed and pulled the watering pot off from Hank`s head. The little mule was angry at the treatment he had received and backed toward the Gardener threateningly.
“Look out for his heels!” called Betsy warningly and the Gardener scrambled to his feet and hastily hid behind the Roses.
“You are breaking the Law!” he shouted, sticking out his head to glare at the girl and the mule.
“What Law?” asked Betsy.
“The Law of the Rose Kingdom. No strangers are allowed in these domains.”
“Not when they`re shipwrecked?” she inquired.
“The Law doesn`t except shipwrecks,” replied the Royal Gardener, and he was about to say more when suddenly there was a crash of glass and a man came tumbling through the roof of the greenhouse and fell plump to the ground.

Chapter 6. Shaggy seeks his stray brother.

This sudden arrival was a strange looking man, dressed all in garments so shaggy that Betsy at first thought he must be some animal. But the stranger ended his fall in a sitting position and then the girl saw it was really a man. He held an apple in his hand, which he had evidently been eating when he fell, and so little was he jarred or flustered by the accident that he continued to munch this apple as he calmly looked around him.
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Betsy, approaching him. “Who are you, and where did you come from?”
“Me? Oh, I`m Shaggy Man,” said he, taking another bite of the apple. “Just dropped in for a short call. Excuse my seeming haste.”
“Why, I s`pose you couldn`t help the haste,” said Betsy.
“No. I climbed an apple tree, outside; branch gave way andhere I am.”
As he spoke the Shaggy Man finished his apple, gave the core to Hankwho ate it greedily and then stood up to bow politely to Betsy and the Roses.
The Royal Gardener had been frightened nearly into fits by the crash of glass and the fall of the shaggy stranger into the bower of Roses, but now he peeped out from behind a bush and cried in his squeaky voice:
“You`re breaking the Law! You`re breaking the Law!”
Shaggy stared at him solemnly.
“Is the glass the Law in this country?” he asked.
“Breaking the glass is breaking the Law,” squeaked the Gardener, angrily. “Also, to intrude in any part of the Rose Kingdom is breaking the Law.”
“How do you know?” asked Shaggy.
“Why, it`s printed in a book,” said the Gardener, coming forward and taking a small book from his pocket. “Page thirteen. Here it is: `If any stranger enters the Rose Kingdom he shall at once be condemned by the Ruler and put to death.` So you see, strangers,” he continued triumphantly, “it`s death for you all and your time has come!”
But just here Hank interposed. He had been stealthily backing toward the Royal Gardener, whom he disliked, and now the mule`s heels shot out and struck the little man in the middle. He doubled up like the letter “U” and flew out of the door so swiftlynever touching the ground that he was gone before Betsy had time to wink.
But the mule`s attack frightened the girl.
“Come,” she whispered, approaching the Shaggy Man and taking his hand; “let`s go somewhere else. They`ll surely kill us if we stay here!”
“Don`t worry, my dear,” replied Shaggy, patting the child`s head. “I`m not afraid of anything, so long as I have the Love Magnet.”
“The Love Magnet! Why, what is that?” asked Betsy.
“It`s a charming little enchantment that wins the heart of everyone who looks upon it,” was the reply. “The Love Magnet used to hang over the gateway to the Emerald City, in the Land of Oz; but when I started on this journey our beloved Ruler, Ozma of Oz, allowed me to take it with me.”
“Oh!” cried Betsy, staring hard at him; “are you really from the wonderful Land of Oz?”
“Yes. Ever been there, my dear?”
“No; but I`ve heard about it. And do you know Princess Ozma?”
“Very well indeed.”
“Andand Princess Dorothy?”
“Dorothy`s an old chum of mine,” declared Shaggy.
“Dear me!” exclaimed Betsy. “And why did you ever leave such a beautiful land as Oz?”
“On an errand,” said Shaggy, looking sad and solemn. “I`m trying to find my dear little brother.”
“Oh! Is he lost?” questioned Betsy, feeling very sorry for the poor man.
“Been lost these ten years,” replied Shaggy, taking out a handkerchief and wiping a tear from his eye. “I didn`t know it until lately, when I saw it recorded in the magic Record Book of the Sorceress Glinda, in the Land of Oz. So now I`m trying to find him.”
“Where was he lost?” asked the girl sympathetically.
“Back in Colorado, where I used to live before I went to Oz. Brother was a miner, and dug gold out of a mine. One day he went into his mine and never came out. They searched for him, but he was not there. Disappeared entirely,” Shaggy ended miserably.
“For goodness sake! What do you s`pose became of him?” she asked.
“There is only one explanation,” replied
Shaggy, taking another apple from his pocket and eating it to relieve his misery. “The Nome King probably got him.”
“The Nome King! Who is he?”
“Why, he`s sometimes called the Metal Monarch, and his name is Ruggedo. Lives in some underground cavern. Claims to own all the metals hidden in the earth. Don`t ask me why.”
“Why?”
“Cause I don`t know. But this Ruggedo gets wild with anger if anyone digs gold out of the earth, and my private opinion is that he captured brother and carried him off to his underground kingdom. Nodon`t ask me why. I see you`re dying to ask me why. But I don`t know.”
“Butdear me!in that case you will never find your lost brother!” exclaimed the girl.
“Maybe not; but it`s my duty to try,” answered Shaggy. “I`ve wandered so far without finding him, but that only proves he is not where I`ve been looking. What I seek now is the hidden passage to the underground cavern of the terrible Metal Monarch.”
“Well,” said Betsy doubtfully, “it strikes me that if you ev…