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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.”

      “And—and 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. No—don’t ask me why. I see you’re dying to ask me why. But I don’t know.”

      “But—dear 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 ever manage to get there the Metal Monarch will make you, too, his prisoner.”

      “Nonsense!” answered Shaggy, carelessly. “You mustn’t forget the Love Magnet.”

      “What about it?” she asked.

      “When the fierce Metal Monarch sees the Love Magnet, he will love me dearly and do anything I ask.”

      “It must be wonderful,” said Betsy, with awe.

      “It is,” the man assured her. “Shall I show it to you?”

      “Oh, do!” she cried; so Shaggy searched in his shaggy pocket and drew out a small silver magnet, shaped like a horseshoe.

      The moment Betsy saw it she began to like the Shaggy Man better than before. Hank also saw the Magnet and crept up to Shaggy to rub his head lovingly against the man’s knee.

      But they were interrupted by the Royal Gardener, who stuck his head into the greenhouse and shouted angrily:

      “You are all condemned to death! Your only chance to escape is to leave here instantly.”

      This startled little Betsy, but the Shaggy Man merely waved the Magnet toward the Gardener, who, seeing it, rushed forward and threw himself at Shaggy’s feet, murmuring in honeyed words:

      “Oh, you lovely, lovely man! How fond I am of you! Every shag and bobtail that decorates you is dear to me—all I have is yours! But for goodness’ sake get out of here before you die the death.”

      “I’m not going to die,” declared Shaggy Man.

      “You must. It’s the Law,” exclaimed the Gardener, beginning to weep real tears. “It breaks my heart to tell you this bad news, but the Law says that all strangers must be condemned by the Ruler to die the death.”

      “No Ruler has condemned us yet,” said Betsy.

      “Of course not,” added Shaggy. “We haven’t even seen the Ruler of the Rose Kingdom.”

      “Well, to tell the truth,” said the Gardener, in a perplexed tone of voice, “we haven’t any real Ruler, just now. You see, all our Rulers grow on bushes in the Royal Gardens, and the last one we had got mildewed and withered before his time. So we had to plant him, and at this time there is no one growing on the Royal Bushes who is ripe enough to pick.”

      “How do you know?” asked Betsy.

      “Why, I’m the Royal Gardener. Plenty of royalties are growing, I admit; but just now they are all green. Until one ripens, I am supposed to rule the Rose Kingdom myself, and see that its Laws are obeyed. Therefore, much as I love you, Shaggy, I must put you to death.”

      “Wait a minute,” pleaded Betsy. “I’d like to see those Royal Gardens before I die.”

      “So would I,” added Shaggy Man. “Take us there, Gardener.”

      “Oh, I can’t do that,” objected the Gardener. But Shaggy again showed him the Love Magnet and after one glance at it the Gardener could no longer resist.

      He led Shaggy, Betsy and Hank to the end of the great greenhouse and carefully unlocked a small door. Passing through this they came into the splendid Royal Garden of the Rose Kingdom.

      It was all surrounded by a tall hedge and within the enclosure grew several enormous rosebushes having thick green leaves of the texture of velvet. Upon these bushes grew the members of the Royal Family of the Rose Kingdom—men, women and children in all stages of maturity. They all seemed to have a light green hue, as if unripe or not fully developed, their flesh and clothing being alike green. They stood perfectly lifeless upon their branches, which swayed softly in the breeze, and their wide open eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing and unintelligent.

      While examining these curious growing people, Betsy passed behind a big central bush and at once uttered an exclamation of surprise and pleasure. For there, blooming in perfect color and shape, stood a Royal Princess, whose beauty was amazing.

      “Why, she’s ripe!” cried Betsy, pushing aside some of the broad leaves to observe her more clearly.

      “Well, perhaps so,” admitted the Gardener, who had come to the girl’s side; “but she’s a girl, and so we can’t use her for a Ruler.”

      “No, indeed!” came a chorus of soft voices, and looking around Betsy discovered that all the Roses had followed them from the greenhouse and were now grouped before

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