Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-08-17
Dear Little Primrose of The
Evening Is Slain by
Cruel North Wind
She Loved the Moon and the Moth and the Mist; When
She Died Skylark Carried Her Away to
the Beautiful Western Hills
By MARGARET M'SHANE.


TT was evening in the garden; the
| Sun tired out from his long
journey across the sky had
reached the Western Hills.
Here, as a large flaming bali he
hesitated. to take last look at the
world he had worked so hard to
warm and brighten all the day and
fully content with the result of his
labors, he suddenly dropped into
sea of fleecy clouds to sleep and
dream of all the things of EARTH
From this sea of heecy clouds,
the Twilight Mist, with her silver
veil streaming behind her foated
blissfully through the soft night air,
and as the fower-folk looked on, she
was seen to bend low and to lay
the dainty evening Primrose, care
fully in the arms of Mother Earth.
"She will give you, Mother Earth,
the fullness of her beauty when the
Sun has gone to his rest, and
through her many of your earthly
creatures will learn the joys of liv-
ing" gayly the Twilight Mist spoke
as she gave her gift to the Flower
world.
Then. with her errand to Earth
accomplished. she swayed about and
was lifted by warm wind, and was
born away on the day atmosphere
of a midsummer night.
The little Evening Primrose snug
gled softly into the cool strong arms
of Mother Earth and was soon
sound asleep tired out from her trav-
els. from the far-away Western
Hills
AS Night approached the garden,
she stopped quietly to gaxe st the
little Evening Primrose. She was
startled at finding her so still, and
for an instant thought she had died
on her way to earth, but gazing a
little more closely she heard her
heave a deep sigh, and burst open,
scattering her dew drops all over a
big red ant who was nesting under
one of her leaves. The Ant. too
scared for words, scampered
through the grass to his own hill
top there to figure out in safe quar-
ters, who gave him the deluge.
And the Primrose laughingly
watched him 60 his way, and look
ing up at the Night exclaimed:
Prinros Awakens.
~ was taking 40 winks dear
Night, for was completely tired
out coming so far with the Twilight
Mist, but | will bloom for you all
the more splendidly for my rest"
And the night, happy to hear her
voice again, fingered on by her side.
At the dawn of the following day
all the flowers chartered curiously
over the visitor to the garden, and
poor Mother Nature was SO be-
sieged with questions that she could
not answer them all
They watched the Primrose in all
her moves and even though she did
not grow so very near to them;
more on the outskirts of the garden
and along the paths, they chatted to
her over each others heads, and
sent messages to her by the bees,
and the birds and soon she was a
favorite with them all.
The pale Night Moth sailing, the
following evening, over the garden,
stopped at the bed of the White
Pansy.
He was 50 excited, he could hard
iy talk. Never had the Pansy seen
him so interested. and he cried out
through sheer JOY.
"Just last night, Pansy dear, I
noticed a beautiful new face in the
garden. Tightening the path as /
do with streak of white, | saw in
the shadows a most beautiful little
face. 1t spoke of far-away coun-
try, and it held thoughts too deep
for words and its exquisite and
mysterious perfume held me so
spell-bound to the spot that l
thought could not move. will not
have minutes peace until l know
its history, and the why's and where
fores of its beng here"
IL am afraid | know very little TO
tell you, Night Moth" the Pansy re-
piled. ut came last night to the
garden with the Twilight Mist. I
saw her sailing with it through the
warm air, and she layed it gently,
Oh so gently, l have never seen a
flower handled so beautifully, into
the arms of Mother Earth, with the
words:
She will give you, Mother Earth,
the iulness of her beauty when the
Sun has gone to her rest. and
through her many of your Earthly
creatures will learn the joys of liv-
ing"
Primrose Has a Story.
$50 she must be the flower of
JOY and blessing. Indeed dear Night
Moth, | wish | could tell you more
of her. She interests me as we'll
as you, but why don't you go over
and introduce yourself and ask her
for the story She will be fattered
at your interest in her.
She has a story, | am sure of
it. No one could look out of her
eyes as she does without having a
story behind them; and then, just
think where she came from. From
the far away cloud of the Twilight
Mists. l have no doubt she was
worn out with her travels the first
night she reached here. She is one