Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-08-24
Miss Hollyhock Woes the
Peacock Butterfly in
The Lovely Garden
She Tells All Her Family Troubles to This Unusual
Butterfly and Chats With Her
Friend, the Toad.
By MARGARET M'SHANE.

m HE Peacock Butterfly had flown
about the garden most Of the
morning.
He played with the Oriental Pop
pies for a while, but it was plainly
seen by his actions, that the Oriental
peoples (Poppy-bed) were not what
BE was in search of. He few next
y the Pansy bed and lowered over
De golden laughing face of the
1bwer, but this alike seemed not his
goal. =
He grew restless, little irritable,
and he twirled hither and thither on
the breezes seeking a location.
After much batting OF wings, he
finally settled down on the Morning
Glory Vine, much disguised and sore
at heart.
Clearly he was not the ideal of the
eonten!ed happy-go- lucky Butterfly.
He was bothered.
This was his first visit to the gar
den this Summer. He was little
late in coming North, for belonging
to the travelling Butterfly family,
he spent the Winter months in the
Southland.
Mere would he be like the Com
mon Butterflies, that turn into eggs,
or that live in torpidity in their
shells for the Winter months. No,
indeed, far be it from the beautiful
Peacock Butterfly to waste precious
moments in shell or torpidity,
when he might be willing away the
shining hours loving and being loved,
in the home of the South Breeze,
and when he could pluck the Dais-
les as he goes, his life was made for
dreaming.
The Peacock Butterfly visited the
garden only on rare occasions, when
a special interest brought him there.
His favorite haunts were the woods
and the blooming meadow fields and
this mornings call was the first he
had made to the garden this sea-
son.
And the flowers eyes we're all as
big as saucers, so astonished were
they at the beauties of this gorgeous
stranger.
They recognized him by his four
big eyes, one on each wing-some
of them Had seen him years back.
He was nothing new for instance, to
the Crimson Rambler, who had
watched his merrymaking years be-
fore. No new phase could he show
to the shining Golden Glow, for she
had held her spot in the garden for
several years past, and the golden
faced Sun-Flover also had seen him
before.
Those Reddish Eyes.
Oh, but.~the reddish eye in the
middle of the upper wings, how they
did fascinate the laughing face
Pansy, and the Oriental Poppy could
not hide her awe, of the black eyes
on the lower wings with their blu
ish spots and grey circles around
them; and these eyes and the two
top and jet black under meath, were
new to the Morning Glory, and they
bewitched her so, that she just beg
ged him to stay always near to her
and live forever in the garden. "a
"But what was this beautiful
something he was in search Of
were the words on all their
tongues.
And as their ,wonderings grew. he
was seen to take bee line and fly
to the south side garden wall.
ooh the. Hollyhock of courseP
the flowers all exclaimed together.
How happy now he seems that he
has found his goal" .. ~.
And the flowers all watched with
envious eyes the bed Of the Happy
Hollyhock, who at this moment was
peering over the garden wall watch
ing the neighbors' boys playing ball.
The Butterfly bew back and forth
Up and down he went floating on
every light wind; and sailing reck-
lessly with wide spread wings he
encircled the Hollyhock high and
low.
"Still loving to be noticedl How
you do delight in showing off,
Golden Butterfly" quietly remarked
the Hollyhock, as she shrugged her
shoulders, much disguised with his
antics.
please settle down or fly away
you ildhC iiiC hNl NOuS HdppIiS pdSh
and forth before my eyes," cried
the Hollyhock. And she folded in
her petals and turned her beautiful
face from the Butterfly.
But nevertheless, talk as she might
the Hollyhock did love to- gaze on
the beauties of the Butterfly. and she
pecked from behind her shelter Of
heavy leaves.
4 large dark spot on the out
stretched wing confused her. She
startled in'sheer establishment. This
was indeed something new. Could
it be the wonderful Peacock Butter
fly. Who prefers the woods and the
poisoning fields and who comes
to the garden only occasionally
She remembered hearing the Toad
talking this morning about the
lovely new butterfly in the garden,
who was sailing about most dis
rractedly with an adventurous air,
and how the flowers all were trying
to (gain his attention. attract him.