French Broad hustler. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1916-1919, 1918-03-21
MANY STORIES ARE
WOVEN ABOUT LILY
Peoples of Almost All the Nations
of the Earth Have RomanCeS
Connected With the Universal
Easter Symbol.


the world they come, weaving a fair
cloak of romance around the blossom
that surpasseth Solomon in all his.
glory"
The lilies of the Caucasus, for exam
ME. change their color after the rain
has fallen, their white petals blushing
ROSY pinR at the kiss of the shower
and the peasants will not fail to give
you the reason should you ask.
Long, long centuries ago., they will
tell YOU. there lived a valiant soldier
who had one daughter, Tamara, the
most beautiful maiden the world had
ever seen. White, was her skin and
bright as gold her long silken curlS,
and all who saw her loved her for her
beauty and her charm. War broke
out in a neighboring country, and her
father was called to arms. Long and
bravely he fought and ever by his side
rode his friend, the chief of q nearby
castle, until one bitter day an arrow
found his comrades heart.
When the war was over, he came
home once more, bringing with him
fPlfni, q young Lad. the son Of his fall
en- comrade. Between Plini and Ta-
mara a close friendship grew She. as
was the custom OF the times, had learn
ed to weave and embrOider, but furth-
.er learning had she none, so he de-
lighted in teaching her the songs Of
Greece while he accompanied her ON
the harp. Day ID and day out, they
wandered together through the woods
and fields. gathering the flowers that
grew by the way, and together singing
so that the very birds hushed their
melody to listen. They were only chfI-
dren, and their merry laughter rang
through the air as they ran and leaped
in Joy of heart, but little by little
they grew more silent and as they
walked their hands would seek and
find each the others.
Changed into Lily.
Then the nature of their singing
changed and sad, sweet melodies re-
placed the joyous tunes of childhood.
The harp sobbed and sighed with un-
spoken love and long, strange Silences
fell between them. For months they
wandered thus, not understanding the
secret of their hearts, until n day
Tamara was claimed by the great chief
to whom her hand had been long prom
iSed
Too dutfful to refuse to obey the
commands of her father, too loving to
be untrue to her own heart, she knew
not what to do, so going out unto the
mountains she prayed to heaven for
deliverance, and the gods, who hear
the prayers of those who trust, chang
ed her into a tall lily, with petals
white as Der fair skin and golden pis-
til that shOne as had her flowing
tresses.
Years passed and Plini wandered
the whole world through, seeking for
his lost love. From every passerby he
asked, Have you seen Tamara, the
fairest of maidens?" To the wild
winds as they blew he prayed, "Oh,
find for me my love-" But no an
swer came until home once more in his
own country he found and knew the
lily. Falling on his knees beside it he
cried, rs it indeed thee, oh, Tamara?"
and, like the sigh of the soft south
wind he heard the flower whisper, at
is l, my beloved"
Then, all his years of fruitless search
past, he clasped the blossom to his
heart and wept, and the flower, feel
ing the warm tears of love, blushed
rosy With joy. But what was life to
NH when she who made the sunshine
VI MS heart was gone? So the merci-
LUZ gods changed him to a shower,
winch ever and anon falls in refresh
ils ram on the lilies of the Caucasus,
and when there is a drouth in the land
Tue E1aldens gather the flowers of Ia
mara and strew them over the fields
singing as they go the song of Plfni,
INVOKING his love that once more he
mdS DrlHg the blush Of joy to the pet
dis OF his beloved.
Records LiIy's Shame.
among the Christian legends of the
by we MD the origin of the tiger. or
~nC"p. All lilies were in the begin
lug white. and all held their fair !
-e4Cs proudly erect, but. on the night
80 "llc1 Christ suffered in the garden
W. ue'lSemane some fell from grace, |
Of I ~; TIE other flowers became aware
sorn "soay, they withered away with
diffo."| ni pity. Only one lily was in
hon. ana when those three bitter !!
enotIo nad PASSED, still Haunted her
moon neaufy in the light of the
w9S H. Inc soldiers came and .Jesus
~ Ieu out from the Garden of olives,
toll paused for a moment beside the ;
OPS 'eeln covered with the white flow
in ni+ IIr q moment he gazed on them
and Itslls reproach for their blindness
ed nv nt Ell hardness of heart, and touch
tbpv ~ 1ne love and mercy in his ewes
to tb lung their heads and blushed: so,
prond nopr, the descendants of this
and H. nard,hearted plant look down
SDalne dyes their petals,
OoOeT NO LONGER.